Random Short Stories I Write When I'm Bored

The Black Van

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE RAPE. PLEASE SKIP IT IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR TRIGGER YOU. 

I was walking home from the bus stop as normal. I feel like something is watching me. That it is staring into my soul. Learning about all of my secrets. About I slept with this guy last month, cheating on my boyfriend. How I severely injured one of my friend's dad. A car slowly drove up to me and stopped right next to me. It was a black van. I immediately knew I was in trouble. But when I saw who opened the door I was relived. 

"Hey babe" the guy says.

"Hey baby" I say, smiling.

"Come on. We're doing to get lunch." he says grabbing my hand. 

I grip his hand and get into the van. 

"Where is your convertible?" 

"In the shop. Oil change. It's fine though. This works better." he says, sounding scary. 

"What do you mean? We are just going to get lunch." I say confused but still holding my smile. 

"Get her." my boyfriend says. 

I'm about to ask him what he meant when someone grabbed my arms and feet tying me up. Another person gagged me. I started to mumble while trying to talk through the gag. My boyfriend who was sitting there calmly that entire time chuckles.

"You must be wondering why you are tied up."

I nod my head so hard I thought it would fall off.

"I found out you cheated on me. How you were stupid and got drunk and how you let someone use you. And now I'm here for revenge. So we are not doing to lunch. But we are going to a very special place. And also, we're over if that wasn't already clear." 

With that he walks to the front of the van and leaves me with 3 large men. We drive for what seems like hours until we finally stop for gas. As soon as they finished paying and filling up the tank, we were off again. After around 10 minutes of us driving, my boyfriend- I mean ex boyfriend came back. I was sort of relieved that maybe he came to his senses and that he was going to let me go. But my face feel  when I realize that he came in holding a knife in his left hand. I realized that we stopped moving. He drags me out of the van, not saying a word. We were in the middle of an opening in the woods. He drags me to a small wooden shack. He pushes me into it and then closes to close the door behind us. He walks over to me and takes off my gag. 

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? What are you going to do to me?" I sob. 

"Since you cheated on me with that guy at the bar, I'll do the same thing that he did to you." he says anger across his face. "Just better. I'll show you I'm better than him." 

Realization strikes me. He is going to rape me. He isn't going to kill me. Oh no. He is going to rape me. Not again. Not after the first time. He is going to rape me once again. I have to do something I think. But no. I tried to last time and it didn't make anything better. He still raped me. And I wasn't able to stop him. Tears stream down my face but I don't yell. Don't scream. I know that it would just make it worst. It would go from him being aggressive to him being abusive. I just sit there and let undress me. Let him hurt me. Hurt me all over again. I just sit there and let him do whatever he wants to me. Slap my ass. Pull my hair. And I don't do anything to stop him. 

a/n: Okay so this one is more deep. I actually just finished reading a book about this girl who got raped and that was the inspiration for this short story. Hope you liked it! Remember to drink some water, eat food, and stay hot as fuck!! Also smile more. You look pretty when you smile. :) 

-Kenisha