HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Chapter 2

Deborah cried as she walked past the abandoned house. She never thought the day would turn into such a horrible night and wished she never planned it.

She looked around her, and couldn't recognize anything in the dark. She shivered and rubbed her palms together to get warm, even though she still had the towel wrapped around her. She stopped, looking over the edge into the rushing river. Mosquitos started to bite on her exposed legs, and she kept slapping herself, hoping to kill them. Shaking her head as she thought about what Shawn said, was one of the things that kept replaying in her head.

She hears a sound in the distance, footsteps maybe, and turns to see if it was Shawn. A tall masculine figure was walking towards her from the opposite direction. She smiled on the inside, relieved that Shawn had come after her. But she kept a straight face because she was upset with him.

He was smoking and had a cup in his hand. The man, walking like he had no sense of balance, got close enough until Deborah could see his face and realized it wasn't Shawn. She inhaled in shock. The man had a smirk on his face as he took a sip from his cup. She walked slowly to the side, trying to walk around the man to head back to the car. The strange drunk man grabbed her arm. Deborah screamed, frightened at the man's gesture, and called out to Shawn.

"Let go of my hand!" Deborah shouted at the man.

He pulled her closer, throwing his cup of liquor to the ground, and covering her mouth with his hand. His cigar burned her arm as he pinned her closer to him. He held her tightly, feeling her warm back on his chest. He pushes his face closer to her neck and kisses her. Deborah sobbed, feeling disgusted. She realized he got aroused by her body being close to him and started to step off, trying to break free. Unfortunately, the strange drunk was stronger. Throwing away his cigar, he dragged her away, into the abandoned house.

It was completely dark but the man seemed to know where he wanted to go. Deborah breathed heavily as the man dragged her around the house until he stopped suddenly in a room. There was a window, so the moonlight lit a small section and she could make out an old dirty mattress in the corner of the room. He stood there with her for a while, breathing on her neck as if he was taking at the moment.

Deborah heard Shawn shouting her name but couldn't answer as the man still covered her mouth with his hand. He threw her to the ground and she grunted in pain. He quickly grabbed pieces of cloth and wrapped one around her head, covering her mouth. He caressed her face as he stared into her eyes, but she could barely see his face. Grabbing her arm, he turned her onto her stomach and tied her hands.

"Hmmm..." He moaned satisfyingly as he lightly caressed her back, making his way down to her waist. He admired her figure and pulled the scrunchie from her hair.

Deborah felt like she could barely breathe as she sobbed. She knew Shawn could barely walk and he couldn't hear her scream, so this man was going to have his way and maybe kill her afterward.

"Please...." She hoped the man heard her plea through the cloth. She tried to turn to give him eye contact, but he continued to hold her down and caressed her. She began to realize that she hasn't heard him talk yet and to make sense of it all. He lifted her up to sit and pulled her slippers off her feet.

"No...please." Mumbling beneath the cloth, looking at him, she could now see part of his face. His eyes were tired and his yellowish teeth were through his dry, crusty lips. She could smell the mixture of alcohol and cigar on his breath and felt like she wanted to throw up.

She looked down at her feet, wondering why this had to happen to her and Shawn. She thought about what might have happened to him, and if he had any clue where she was or thought if she died. She sat, regretting the plan for the picnic, and wished they had gone straight to the hotel.

The strange drunk man staggered out of the room. Deborah could hear his footsteps disappearing and felt relieved. She tried to stand, rolling her body onto her knees and then up. She walked to the window to see if she could see Shawn but the view was of the rushing river and the beautiful light of the moon. Slowly, she walked towards the doorway, hoping the man was far away. But then she heard footsteps and went back to sit where she was before.

The strange drunk man walked in with a red plastic cup. Standing at the doorway, he took a sip of his drink, looking at her from head to toe. He tried to visually undress her, untying the knot of her bikini around her neck. He wondered what her skin looked like and felt like beneath it, as he slowly walked toward her. He took another sip of his drink and rested the cup on the dusty ground in the corner, crawling towards her. He stared at her feet for a few seconds, thinking how smooth and soft-skinned they looked. He reached out to hold on to her ankles, but she pulled her feet closer towards her, looking at him in fear.

"Come...." He held out his hand to her. Deborah was shocked when he spoke. What was he going to do next, she thought. He continued to admire her, looking at her legs. She shook her head, crying because she knew what he wanted. He pulled her closer to him by her feet, and her hands behind her rubbed against the rough surface, creating bruises on her fingers and arms. He turned her over onto her stomach. She started to fight him off, pulling up her legs to the side to try and kick him. He grabbed both legs, pinning them down to the ground, as he pulled her even closer to him. Deborah could no longer fight, she was weak and frustrated and felt like she had no other choice but to succumb to this man's desire and surrender to him.