A Midsummer's NIGHTMARE

Part 2

As I was jogging, those words of my mother came flooding back in, as well as past choices. The time in eighth grade when I smoked pot for the first time, never again. The time in ninth I skipped to play in my friends band, which was fun. All the way up until my first week in junior year of college when I discovered... I liked girls. But I never stopped thinking about the "what if's?' It was like a reflection of my mother staring back at me as I jogged up to an old Honda Civic to check my frizzy natural hair in the window. I stiffened as I heard a loud voice from behind me. "Damn girl, if you like the car so much, you should check out the owner," a rough sounding, male voice uddered. It made me jump when I felt the brisk touch of a hand against my butt, then a firm grasp. I turned around and brushed his hand away from my personal space. "Not interested," is all I could mutter in embarrassment of the man's bold move. "Come on sweetheart, just give me a chance, It's more than five I promise" he implied with an innuendoed tone, to which I responded "Ew, I said no." Yet that never seemed to stop his advances. He kept begging, prodding, and pleading to have sex with me, he finally gave up when I started jogging away. "YOU'RE A SLUT, FUCK YOU ANYWAY!" he shouted at me before getting in his car and driving away. About fourteen minutes later I arrive back home, exhausted. I called my dad and tell him what happened, sobbing at the thought of what would have occurred if the situation were to escalate into something worse. He could have raped me if he was given the chance, hell he could have even killed me. But that didn't matter to me, I was still shaking; However, I was home.