I heard mumbled screams & I seen hands reaching out to grab me, when I was pulled out the tub I seen it was Elise. The reporter from the Boutique that I had met a few days ago.
She had a camera & notepads and was Screaming My Name," Carly! Carly! Carly!" I mumbled," I can hear you don't have to scream."
She put a towel over me, and brought my body upwards and held me in a tight warm hug.
I was actually surprised, I was sure I was dead once I went under everything was a blur. Elise was dialing 911 & was crying heavily.
I was embarrassed that she had to come in and see me like this, she got to see the real me & she barely knew me. She got me up and was rushing for more towels.
I was unresponsive, I couldn't move my arms or legs. I started to cry silently as I started to come to the realization that I could be paralyzed.
When the police arrived they had a ambulance with them. They loaded me up on a board and carried me out of my condo apartment.
Cameras were flashing & microphones were in my face. I already had enough on my case from Gina's murder.
When they put me on the truck I closed my eyes, I was in the back of the truck by myself but when I seen a shadow emerge from the back of me I was sure I wasn't alone.
It was Tyler, he was grinning. I seen images of him on top of me pushing back and forth. Minutes seemed like hours of Tyler on top of me, giggling.
He finally climaxed, and climbed off of me, I didn't think he wore a condom. My life was over, I couldn't bare to think that I was going to bare the child of Tyler the man who put me through hell & back and to hell again.
Once he was off of me he opened the door of the truck and hopped out, I seen car lights and I heard car horns honking and slowing down when the truck came to a halt.
The people that were driving the ambulance truck heard the noise and came in to see the mess Tyler had left. Everything happened so fast it felt like a dream. They saw the semen on my thigh and gasped.
They wiped the semen and closed the doors quickly they needed to get to the hospital quickly. When we reached the hospital more reporters were in my face asking me so many questions.
They rushed me to the emergency room, and hooked me up to a heart rate monitor machine. They put a mask over my face and everything went black.
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A Living Fancy
AcciónMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.
