On Edge

chapter 3

After the one time Lee felt as though he owned her. She could never get away. She tried again and again to leave.

It was late August. Lee was picking me up for lunch. It was days like these I was most terrified. It being the middle of the day and all. I hope I die before he gets here. I just kept thinking to myself don't resist or it will hurt worse.  I already knew that one. Last time there was so much soreness I could barely stand to walk.

As Lee pulled up in his old Ford he was so proud of, I felt the uneasiness grow in the pit of my stomach. What if...??? I had no idea what to expect this time. What did he need? Sex? A punching bag? Was he angry? How angry? Was it gonna be as bad as last time? How much more foundation would I need to cover it if he got too angry?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS)

I got in the truck. I got in the damn truck.

Speeding like something was biting his ass, Lee took off out of the parking lot. Now I remember why papa always said not to get in the car with strangers...

He pulled into the empty parking lot next to the old farmland. Tugging off my seatbelt he climbed across the console and started undoing my jeans. I didn't dare say a word in fear he'd beat me again.

By the time he'd undone his own jeans and slid mine off it was almost time to go back to the school. God I was terrified. What if the school called papa? What if he found out ? What if he thought I was a whore too??

As he slid inside me I felt myself just go numb. There was no point fighting back. I tried stopping him once and I'd never do that again. Man I hurt after that one.

It didn't take him long to finish. Certainly less time than usual. Afterwards though he just lay there.

"Hey um I really need to get back soon?" I managed to squeak.

Boy did that make him mad...

I remember each hit. Exactly where his fists connected to my ribs, my face. Where his hands roughly grabbed at my arms, my wrists. I remember the exact way the bruises were shaped. The awkward discoloration hidden with makeup.

I remember.