In the Woods When First We Met

4. Vengeance (Warning Bad Violence)

Pain, in a way she'd never experienced pain before. 

Anne's strangled cry rang out loudly until Billy clamped his hand down hard over her mouth to quiet her, his elbow steady on the ground.

She stared up at his face, unable to move, unable to think, unable to look away. Her eyes glassed over. Even taking a breath in and letting it go was a challenging task

"You like this, bitch?" He said through clenched teeth. "This is what you did to my sister. Now you know how it feels. This is what you did to her."

Anne whimpered two tiny words, barely loud enough to be heard. "Billy, please..."

Billy was not going to let up.

"Now you're gonna remember that she's not dirty trash like you are. You understand me?"

Anne stared at his face, hearing every word but unable to respond.

"You understand me?" He asked again, more forcefully this time.

She managed to nod her head slightly.

It felt like it had gone on forever. She could feel the hard packed dirt underneath her. A cold, dry leaf brushed her cheek and crackled in her ear.

Still on top of Anne, Billy finally reached down to pull his pants back up to cover himself.

Once he had his pants back on covering himself up, then he got up off of Anne. Now sitting up, he, without looking, roughly yanked Anne's dress back down to cover her.

He was kind of kneeling on the ground, resting on his knees. But then, looking at Anne still on the ground, he seemed to think better of this and quickly moved, so instead of his knees on the ground, his knees were on top of Anne's arm. In pinning her arm to the ground, she wouldn't be able to leave. He straightened his collar, brushed off his coat, smoothed his hair and put his cap back on.

The pressure of his knees into her slender arm made tears come into her eyes all over again. When she tried to move away from him, he dug his knee into her, causing her to cry out. He grinned at her pained expression.

She had thought he would leave her when he had finished with her.

But here he was, still holding her.

Anne feared she would vomit. I'm covered up. I'm covered up. He wouldn't have covered me up if he was going to do this all over again. So he's done...he's done, she tried to reassure herself...but what's he going to do now?

Anne was in pain and terrified. Billy was off of her now but it didn't matter. He might do something even worse now, though she couldn't imagine what.

And even if he let her go, he was still there and she would have to see him every day, every day at school he would be there. Every day she would walk through these woods and face him.

She had been wishing desperately that someone would be able to help her, but now, she didn't know what to think.

Part of her wished no one would come by now because she didn't want them to see her and she didn't want anyone to know what had just happened to her.

But another part of her wished someone could help her because she was terrified Billy would do something else to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him.

She knew he carried a pocket knife. She had seen it during lunch time.

Would he do something to her with it?

She couldn't think of what he might do with a knife, but then she'd never imagined anyone doing something like this to her either...

And then it happened. Someone was there.

It was another boy, about Billy's age, someone Anne hadn't seen before.

His name was Gilbert, Anne would soon learn.