MY WHITEY WINN

Frank Griffin

I was hiding in the corner of my room. My hand was in front of my mouth, trying not to make any noise. I was crying. I was scared. I could hear the screams, the bullets and the horror going on outside in Creede. I took a peak out of the window, and saw a man on a horse, riding up front, with his men behind him. Frank Griffin. He was talking to some other man, who was trying to stop him. Roy Goode. Everybody knew Frank Griffin was trying to capture Roy Goode. Apparently they had some long and unpleasant history. I looked away from the window, and hid again. Then, all of a sudden, the noise stopped outside. No screaming. No bullets being fired. No talking. No horses running. Noting. It was over. But then I heard it. Footsteps approaching me. I knew I was going to get found, but I was scared as hell. A man appeared in the door, with a devilish smile on his face. He was old, and had a big, white beard. Frank Griffin. I tried to back away from him, but my back hit the wall. He walked closer to me, and stopped right in front of me. "What a pretty girl" he said and eyed me up and down, and then continued "What's your name". I was in shock, frozen. But I knew it would only get worse, if I didn't answer him. "Y-y/n" I said stumbling. He didn't say anything, but just grabbed my arm hard, and pulled me up from where I was sitting. "No! Let me go!" I shouted at him, trying to get free, but it was pointless. Then he began to drag me outside, and I was met by a sight of horror. Dead bodies everywhere. Men, women and children. Some houses on fire, and some already burnt down to the ground. "A fine lady like you. My men will enjoy your company" Frank then said as we approached his men, sitting on their horses. I knew what he meant by 'company', and I felt like someone hit me right in the face. "No. Stop it. Let me go!" I yelled at him, trying to get free of his grip, but he was stronger than me. He stopped in front of his horse, and then said to his men "look at this pretty, little thing boys. Guess she will have some work to do, having a turn with all of us!". The men cheered and wolf-whistled, and I felt disgusting. Frank put me on his horse, and he sat behind me, guiding the horse. And so we began to ride. Away from my home, Creede, that was right now burning to the ground. A hand was placed on my inner thigh, and Frank then said to me in a disgusting whisper "I will have you tonight". I was about to cry, but I managed to hold it back.
We rode for hours, and the only thing I saw was sand and rocks. Eventually the men stopped at a sandy place with rocks around it. Frank pushed me off the horse, and I fell hard onto the ground. It hurt in my ankle, by the surprising push. Frank got off too, and then talked to some other man, I believe his name was Floyd. "We sleep here tonight boys!" Frank yelled to the men, and they began to set up tents. This was my change. Almost all the men was occupied, and I took my change and run. I ran about 10 feet, before I was pushed to the ground. So much for that escape. I got up on my feet, but two men came from behind me, and took a hold of both my arms. I tried to kick, but I couldn't reach. "No escaping little lady" the man who had pushed me said. Daryl, I think. He got closer to me, and then looked at me, with an amused look. I got tired of it, and spat him right in the face. "A fierce one, I like it. But that was two things, that you shouldn't have done, so" he said as he cleaned his face, and took out a knife. I tried to get loose, but the men behind me, had a strong hold of me. Daryl took the knife to my face, and made a long, deep cut over my cheek. I could already feel the blood running down my face. I screamed in pain, and the men who was there, just laughed and cheered for Daryl. He then took the knife to my right arm, and left a long, deep cut there. It was more painful than the other, and my arm was almost already covered in blood. I once again screamed. Then Frank came, and he didn't look like he had any objections. "Well boys, I'm going to take this pretty girl to my tent" Frank said, and the boys took off. I had dread this moment ever since Frank said it earlier. Daryl stopped at me and said to me before leaving "don't try to escape, or it will be worse". Then he left and Frank came over to me, and took a hold of my not-damaged arm, and dragged me to his tent. I tried to resist, but I was already out of much of my energy. We arrived to his tent, and he pushed me down onto the ground inside the tent. He stood hovering over me, and undressed himself. He didn't say anything, but just smiled that evil smile. I kicked him, right in his leg, so he almost fell. His face changed to be more angry. "You stupid girl!" He yelled and then slapped me in my face, again and again, until my nose bleed, and my lip cracked to also bleed. I couldn't move. I couldn't fight back. I was frozen. Paralyzed. Frank looked pleased at me, and then ripped me off my clothes, until I laid naked and exposed. He turned me around, so I laid on my stomach, and then he pushed himself inside of me. Silent, sad tears left my eyes, but I didn't make a sound. I knew this was going to be the worst and most horror-filled memory, that would never leave me.
When Frank was done with his business, he pulled out, and exhausted and pleased, laid beside me. There were no sounds, not from Frank or from outside. I heard his breathing steady, and when I looked to his side, he had fallen asleep. I laid a few minutes to make sure he didn't wake up. Then I silently sat up, and looked out of the tent. All the men was asleep, even the night-watch had fallen asleep. I knew I had to do it. This would be my best shot. So I walked out of the tent, and looked around again. No one was in sight, and it was dark, and the moon was out.
I began to run. I didn't know where to run, but I knew that anything would be better than here.