Taking a Chance

Chapter 2

Silent tears were falling down my face I couldn't move. I tried to feel around me for some type of weapon to use for my protection. My fingertips came across a cool smooth rock. I picked it up and wrapped my hand around it as if it was a life raft and I was in the middle of the ocean.

I positioned my body to be standing on my knees. I grabbed the rough bark of the tree trunk and pushed all my weight on the tree. I winched when my foot touched the ground. I knew I couldn't get very far, but all I had to do was get to an area where someone could hear me at least if I started screaming.

I started to hop on one foot to the next tree and kept going. It wasn't until I stopped catch my breath that it was completely silent. Suddenly my body got the chills it was as if something was going to happen. I looked around and that's when someone grabbed me and pushed me to the ground.

On impact, my head hit against a rock and instantly I felt dizzy and my sight went blurry. I quickly touched my head and felt something sticky and wet I registered the smell it was blood. I was bleeding but I didn't know how badly. I tried to crawl away from him. I shoved my hands into the dirt and pulled my body with my arms. With each pull forwards I thought I had a real chance to escape.

 "You're not going to make it far sweetie try all you want" I started screaming on top of my lungs

"HELP!!!!! Someone, anyone HELP!!!!"

"No one is going to hear you for miles. It's just you and me sweetheart." I could finally make out the outline of his body the way he stumbled over to me made me come to the conclusion that he was drunk. Once he reached me he caressed my face with his hand and pulled my chin only inches away from his face. "You've been acting like a slut lately and I thought I would teach you a lesson"

I smelled alcohol on his breath and I knew then he was drunk. "No please, I don't know what you're talking about" then before I could register what he was doing he slapped me across the face. "Shut up you bitch" his hand started moving down my body and back up. "Your mom is never home because she's out having fun.....Well I'm going to have my set of fun tonight"

 "You don't know what you're talking about. She's been working two jobs to..." He slapped me across the face again but I didn't go down without a fight. I pushed, kicked, and slapped him with everything I had. "The more you struggle the more I'll hurt you...Do you want that Angel?" I hated that nickname.

The man who gave me that nickname is gone, and whoever this monster is who took his place doesn't deserve to call me that. I used to love it when my dad came home when I was younger. My first memory was of him tucking me in my bed which was crowded with stuffed animals. Back then he was happier I was the only child then, my mom was pregnant with Brandon at that time. He came over and kissed my forehead and whispered I love you Angel you will always be my little girl.

I came back to reality when his hand descended to the zipper of my pants. I lifted my hand with the rock in it I swung and before it could come into contact with his body he grabbed my wrist and twisted it. I screamed out in pain and the rock fell out of my hand. No, no, no why didn't I just tell Carrie to call me if she had any more questions. Why didn't I leave earlier all those thoughts came in my head.

Then my legs were spread open, and that's when my body went ice cold numb. I closed my eyes and screamed bloody murder. He started hitting me harder telling me to "enjoy this" and that "I was an ungrateful bitch" but then it stopped and everything went black.

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'Beep......Beep.....Beep' I tried to reach for my alarm clock to hit the snooze button I was surprised I couldn't find it. God, I felt like I drank a whole bottle of tequila; I had a terrible headache my whole entire body was sore as if I was used as a punching bag. I opened my eyes, and I was surprised that I could only open one. I closed them both and relaxed. I took a deep breath in and tried to open both eyes, but my left eye would not budge at all. With my right eye i looked up at the ceiling, but it wasn't the ceiling I always wake up to. I looked around the room and took in where I was. It was white with curtains covering what I assumed where the glass windows. I kept on hearing that annoying alarm, but when I turned my head to top corner it wasn't an alarm like I thought it was. It was actually a heart rate monitor. 'Wait why was I on a heart rate monitor?' was the first thought that came to me. I tried to remember what happened last night. I remember going to Carrie's house studying and then that's it. 

How did I get here?. 

Carrie walked in. "OMG your awake" I was about to ask her where I was but then she ran out of the room. I heard the door open once again and Carrie walked back in the room but she wasn't alone. "Hi Angelique, my name is Dr. Lance I'm the ER attendant how are you feeling right now?"

"I have a headache and my whole body is sore...Where am I?" Carrie started walking toward my bed and grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze for reassurance. I looked at her and it seemed like she hasn't slept in days.

My thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Lance spoke: "You're at Sayno memorial hospital...." He cleared his throat before continuing "Do you remember what happened?"I wish I didn't I was confused about where I was "maybe I'm dead" I thought to myself, but then I remembered the struggle of getting away, falling, crawling and the tears started falling from my face, and all I felt was the pain. I couldn't stop the tears if I wanted to, because I remember who was there and what he did.

I should have tried harder. I should have fought stronger, but I allowed him to abuse me for so long. I should have stopped him the first time he laid a hand on me. Maybe if I did then last night wouldn't have happened. I felt like I was transported back to the woods, all I saw was blackness, but I wasn't lying on the dirt-covered ground, I wasn't surrounded by trees, no I was laying on a bed in my own cocoon of warmth safety in a brightly lit room.

 I looked him the eyes and even though he was a doctor I knew he wasn't emotionless. Everyone says doctors shouldn't get emotional but that's bullshit they see crazy stuff every day, they aren't heartless people and I could tell this doctor wasn't like the others he actually cared. "I was raped, by my father......Where is he?"

The shocked look on his face must have been when he realized who did this to me. I looked over at Carrie who now looked like she was about to throw up. I tried to not cry but with the pain and thinking back I couldn't stop them from falling. 

"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that question...not because I don't want to, but because I don't know." Just then there was a knock on the door, and I quickly thought that was him. I grabbed the sheets and hid under them and my whole body started shaking. He's here I said. It was barely a whisper, but somehow they heard it. "Angelique what's wrong...Doctor do something"

"Angelique listen to me he's not here... Take a deep breath in and let it out come back to us....He's not here. "

It didn't matter that he said that, I was gone. I was lost in a sea of darkness and pure evil. I lost my innocence to a monster. A monster I lived with for years. A monster I could have sent away if I just picked up the phone and called the police. "Nurse I need Ativan NOW" 

"Sorry miss but you can't be in here"

"She's my friend I'm not leaving her." I heard all these voices but I didn't care I was trying to get away, away from everyone, and especially the pain and I welcomed the darkness I welcomed not feeling anything, and I wish I welcomed death.