Her

21

Caroline

After that incident in the meeting my mind was hazy and disturbed. I was feeling like someone stole my body and scratched it, burned it and then gave it to me. And now my body is dirty and ugly. Just like those men who kept staring at me.

I sighed and picked up my purse and laptop. I went outside the office. Adriana already left after she appointed a new lawyer.

And I was there filling all the details, form and Ivy's training schedule to give it to her tomorrow.

It was dark and almost night. I checked my watch to see it was 8.30. Many people had already left.

I stepped in the parking lot and went towards my car. There were like only two or three cars there. Just then I noticed my car was punctured. My eyes widened and confusion took over my mind. I circled my car only to see that not only one tire but all the tires were punctured. I groaned loudly.

Someone did it on purpose. What the fuck were security doing?

I removed my phone to book a cab I heard footsteps from behind. Now I was afraid. Is he killer? Will he kill me in this parking lot? Oh god! I don't want to die.

I decided to call the emergency number. As I was about to press call button someone snatched the phone from my hand and a loud scream left my mouth. I backed up to see the man from the interview earlier. He had a smirk on his face.

I don't know from where I got courage but I spoke.

"Give me my phone back you fucker."

I was angry. Very angry that my hands formed a fist.

"Or what? Your whore of a boss is not here and you can't do anything to me. Because I have a power."

I scoffed. I seriously scoffed.

"Power? What power? You did this?"

I pointed towards punctured tires.

"You are a nothing but a coward. You waited till there was noone left. You fucking damaged my car. For what? So you can buy the time. You are wrong here. You are stup-"

I was cut off by a slap he just gave me. I had to control my balance so I didn't give him satisfaction of him manpowering me. He threw my phone hardly behind me on the wall. He pushed me hard that I fell on the ground.

I was raging. Who the fuck did he think he can slap me? Push me?

I was about to stood up straight but I felt blackness in front of me. Maybe it was because of the slap he gave me earlier.

"Can't even stand up?"

I tried to stand on my legs and noticed as he took a step in my direction and instinctively I took a step back. He grabbed me by my arms and that touch disgusted me. He disgusted me.

I was trying so hard to wiggle out of his touch. Groaning he again slapped me. But this time it was very painful than the last time and I fell onto the ground. I didn't know what to do. I felt a kick on my stomach. He kicked me.

A punch to the left side of my face has my head snapping to the side. Spots appeared in my vision, my eyes instantly tearing up. A ringing in my ears makes it impossible for me to hear anything else.

But I was not crying. There were tears in my eyes, but they were not flowing down. I don't know why? But I can't forget the pain I was feeling right now.

I have to do something. I can't let him believe that he wins. I have to fight for myself. I again tried to get up. But he held me down as he pushed his knee in my stomach.

I have to do something.

I have to do something.

For myself.

For myself.

I gained my strength and pushed him off me. He fell on his back and a groan left his lips. Getting up I ran. Or I tried.

I watched as he also stood up and smiling he started walking towards me. He knew. He knew I can't escape him. He smirked and then laughed.

"You can't even walk properly you bitch."

I saw something near the garbage can. I tried to run towards it. I noticed that it was a rod. An iron rod.

I picked it up but soon it fell from my hand as he spun me around and dropped me on the ground.

"You are a shitty bitch."

He kicked me in my stomach again.

I couldn't even speak. I tried to. But only an inaudible sound left my lips.
God! Please.

He bends down and I turned my head towards the left only to see that rod. That rod was my only option now.
I had to. I can't let him waht he wants.
I tried to push him away. But the pain was being ridiculous.

I tried again. My feet moved. Grabbing all my courage again I kicked him in his organ and he felt on his side holding his dick.

I crawled upto the rod and picked it up.

I stood up and limping towards him I hit him in his head with the rod.

He holds his head as he started crying. I again hit him. This time I saw blood on the rod. So I stopped.

My feet started moving back as I realized I just hit someone.

My feet felt weak. I sat down on my knees as I watched his blood flowed from his head. There was so much blood. I just sat there watching him. I blinked as I felt a sharp pain in my body.

Suddenly I heard the car came to halt with a loud screech. I didn't have energy to even look up. I saw someone's feet as he exited the car and ran towards me.

I was blank. Someone touched my cheek and made me look up. He was Blake. He was here.

I just blinked several times.

"Carol. Its okay. I am here. Its okay."

Is it? I don't know. I just wanted to close my eyes and take a long nap.

I felt calm when he hugged me and my head was laying on his chest. I noticed the rod was still in my hand so I let it go. It fell down with a loud thud causing me to close my eyes.

What matters the most was the heartbeat sound I was hearing. It was loud and very fast. I closed my eyes as it felt like a rhythm to me. I dropped my hands to my side as I felt weak. Everything felt like a weight to me. My own body felt like a weight to me. So I just dropped myself and I felt like someone catched me. His touch was so delicate like he would hurt me if he touched me roughly.

I only heard my name coming from Blake worrily.

"Stay awake. Please. I am here. You are fine."

I tried Blake. I tried to keep my eyes open. But it was no use.

I closed my eyes as a sigh left my lips and let the sleep consume me.