When Words Fail

Chapter 26

I immediately broke off his grip. My hand scanned my surroundings for a possible weapon but I found nothing. I heard the man laugh in a creepy way. I'm pretty sure I don't know him. His voice is a complete stranger. I've never heard of it before.

My head was in the most painful stage of headache. I stepped back, but I sensed the man stepped closer to me again.

"Who are you?!" I shouted. I was shaking from the dizziness and because I'm frightened.

"Wow. She said you're tough but I guess she's wrong." I don't know his face but I mentally saw him snickered.

'She?'

"W-who?!"

"No one babe." He laughed and it sent chills creeping up my spine.

Who could have – Madison. She led me here. Is it possible she had this man hurt me? Am I right or just overreacting again?

"Don't fucking call me 'babe'! What do you want?!"

He laughed until I felt him so close to me. Despite the deafening pounding of my heart, I can hear his breathing. It's ridiculous but I was actually expecting one of the gang to turn on the lights and say 'it's a prank!' and I wished that's the case. 

If not, I'm dead.

"This won't hurt." He said, skimming the skin on my back. Oh my fucking goodness. "Unless you fight."

"Get off me!!" I pushed him with so much force. He stumbled backwards and I ran. I tried to locate the door but I failed.

"Fucking bitch!" I hear him say.

I ran to the opposite direction away from the voice but unfortunately, he caught my hair. I lost my balance as he pulled me down hard on the floor. He turned me and he's suddenly on top of me. He held my hands on top of my head and he started peeling off my dress.

"GET. OFF. ME!!" I yelled but it didn't work.

I felt my dress detached from my body and his fucking face was already at my neck. He was so strong and I couldn't pull my hands from his grip.

What's he doing to me?!

I felt tears come out of my eyes. No. He should be stopped. How?

I tried hard to break off from his grip and I managed to pull them in time to elbow his head. He crouched and I knee him in the groin. He groaned and cursed while I took the time to run.

I was desperately gasping for air. What the fuck just happened?

I crouched down so he won't see me running. I hid behind the sofa and when I felt his footsteps nearing, I crawled towards the open room. I found a bed and crawled under it. I did my very best effort to quiet my breathing. I placed my hand to my mouth to prevent sobs from coming out.

"Get out you bitch! I will find you!" I hear him shout from outside the room.

My heart was pounding too loud and I found it hard to breathe. This is bad. My body was shocked with the incident and it's failing. Of all times, this is the worst time to get tired! If I start gasping for air, I will hyperventilate next. I can't do that.

I prayed. I was raised a protestant so I believe in God. I felt so guilty for praying to Him only when I need Him. I set aside my guilt and prayed hard. I clamped my hands and prayed that He deliver me out of this misery. The time I finished, I placed my hand back to my mouth.

My eyes went to scan my body. My dress was off and I was only in my underwear. Oh fuck no. I did my very best effort to remember where I placed my phone.