Rainbow in the Darkness

Chapter 20

It was different going through the school day without Derrick by my side. I hadn't realized how much of my day involved him in it. My classes were normal, but I couldn't focus on the lessons. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts.

I could have just talked to him. He would have understood that I was going through a hard time and he would have stayed and even tried to help. I'll go to his house after school. We could have a discussion without everyone watching us. Plus it would give him some space after I practically told him that I didn't want to be with him.

After what seemed like twelve hours, it was finally time for lunch. I decided that I needed to get away from campus for a little bit. All I had been doing all day was replaying my conversation with Derrick, which wasn't helping me feel any better. I would have asked Derrick to come with me, but he probably wasn't too fond of me right now. I would treat myself and go to the bookstore to get myself a new poetry book.

I grabbed my bag from my locker and went out the closest exit, which just happened to be next to my locker. The exit near my locker wasn't the most efficient and quickest way to get to my car, but I would much rather walk outside than inside where I knew everyone was talking about me. I would have to walk across the football field to get to my car, but I didn't mind the extra walk.

Walking always seemed to help me clear my head. The wind made me feel invincible, which made me follow my gut and do the things I've wanted to do. Today's short walk did the same thing. With the wind in my hair, I realized that I was doing the wrong thing. I was walking the wrong way; I should be walking towards Derrick, not away from him. I turned around to go see Derrick, but I stopped when I saw who was behind me.

"Don't seem too shocked, sweetie pie. You practically lead me here yourself."

Mark was here. Mark had found me.

"How did you find me?" I asked, trying to make my voice not waver.

"You wore this school's shirt when you first arrived at my motel," he said, walking closer. I stepped back, scared of what he was going to do to me.

"What do you want?"

I knew what he wanted, but I needed to stall him so I could think of a plan.

"You told on me. How could you? After everything I did for you," he said, placing his hand over his heart, acting like I had really hurt him. "So I'm here to do what I said I would. I'm going to take you back to the motel and handcuff you to the bed and rape you whenever I like. You will never be able to stop me."

"You will never get me to go with you!" I yelled.

"Oh you will go with me willingly," he said, pulling something out of his sweatshirt pocket. It was a gun. "See if you don't go with me then you will be shot." He cocked the gun and aimed it at me.

"I would rather be shot than taken anywhere with you!" I yelled, angry that he would think I would just go with him.

"Fine suit yourself."

He pointed the gun at my legs and fired.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear and call the police. I fell to the floor, the pain making me immobile. "Help!" I screamed.

Mark waked over to me and stood above me. He grinned, "You shouldn't have yelled, my dear. Now you will have to be punished." Mark started to lean down towards me, giving me great access to his face. Using the leg that wasn't shot, I kicked his face, causing Mark to curse. I tried to get up and run, but Mark stepped on my hand, causing me to scream in pain once again.

He was not going to take me. He was not going to win this time. I will beat him and get away. I am not giving up this time.

Mark was too focused on his face that I was able to kick his leg and cause him to fall to the ground. I used this moment to take my hand out from under his shoe and get up. "I will not surrender!" I screamed, kicking his gun away from him. I start to run away, but am tackled by Mark. His weight crushes me, making me gasp for breath. Mark stays above me because, just like in the motel room, he is too strong for me. Mark pinned my hands above my head. My legs were the only part of me that could move.

"Oh how I will enjoy raping you," Mark said, moving both of my hands into one of his. His other hand moved to my chest. He started groping my breast. He was starting to win. He had me in his grip and there was no way for me to move. "I was too quick last time with you. This time I'm going to go slow and make sure to take my time with every part of you," he whispered as he brought his face closer to mine.

"No!" I yelled at him.

"Oh yes I will. I will enjoy kissing every inch of your body." His mouth got closer to my own. I turned my face to the side just in time for him to miss my lips. I felt him chuckle, "Playing hard to get I see."

I tried to fight against him, but I couldn't move. I was stuck under him. Tears started to fall down my face. How could I let this happen again? Why wasn't I strong enough to fight back?

A figure about two hundred feet from me caught my eye far away from us. I knew that figure. He was wearing the same outfit that Derrick was wearing. He couldn't move. He was shocked at what he was seeing.

"Derrick! Call 911!" I screamed.

I couldn't allow him to come any closer because Mark might shoot him and that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to break free for myself and for Derrick. He needed to know that I messed up and that I wanted to be with him. I needed to escape.

With my new determination, I smacked my head against his. This caused him to fall to the side in pain. Ignoring the pain in my head and leg I got up and started running. I needed to get away from him. "Run Derrick!" I screamed at Derrick's motionless figure. I was running as fast as I could, but I wasn't getting enough distance between Mark and I.

BANG!

"ABI!" Derrick yelled.

A shot was fired. I didn't feel it at first. I felt fine until I tripped and fell on my stomach, causing pain to explode through my body. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that the pain would be less if I screamed. I rolled over to my back trying to breath. My left shoulder was on fire. Mark had shot me in the left shoulder, aiming for my heart. I touched my left shoulder and cried at the pain. There was blood everywhere.

Sirens were getting louder as the got closer. I was going to have to be taken to the hospital, but I wasn't sure if I would make it. The shot in my leg had already caused my to have less blood, but the shot in my shoulder was bleeding twice as fast and the wound in my leg. I was loosing consciousness. My eyelids were getting really heavy.

"Abi! Oh my God, babe! Are you okay?" Derrick said, running towards me.

"Don't call me babe it turns me on," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Derrick chuckled and then sniffled. He was crying.

"You're going to be okay, Abi. The ambulance is on its way. You're going to make it." I wasn't sure if Derrick was saying it more for me or him, but it did help me feel a little better.

"Derrick, I love you. I didn't ," I sais, trying to breath, "mean what I said earlier." My eyelids closed and stayed closed. It was easier to focus on breathing with my eyes closed.

"I love you, too. I know you didn't mean it, Abi. We will talk about it later. Just please try to stay with me while the ambulance comes."

I was getting very sleepy. I was drifting off, only catching some of what Derrick was saying.

"Abi...Stay...Don't go...Love you..."

Darkness consumed me, making the pain to go away.