*mollys perspective*
I ran down the highway. Fear trembled through my body causing my hands to sweat. I thought that maybe I'd let my mind wander off that a grown man just raped me again, with no protection, and I had just woken up outside my flannel thrown half way across the field I was in. Wait did Lynn use protection? Did he rape me and then not use protection so I could get pregnant?!? What if this was his plan all along! What if I'm pregnant! Tears threatened to spill over. I needed to know! This night couldn't get anymore worse.
As I thought those three simple words in my head it started to rain. At first it was only a light sprinkle. Like a mist. But then it started to pour harder. After fifteen minutes of me walking in the rain and stomping my way through puddles that where matched with the color of the dark black pathment, I was drenched. The water was just pouring off of me. I was like a slick sheet of tin the water slid off of me. Already soaked in. I looked around I was in the middle of no where. I kept walking. My legs where sore. They burned but I kept going ignoring the constant pain. I walked like a pinguine because my vagina was sore. I whimpered in pain. It hurt so bad. It was like my whole body was in pain.
I looked up from my feet and saw a small run down barn. I saw a forest of trees next to it and ran to the barn. Ignoring the burning pain in my body. I soon was inside and parts where dry. I laid on a small hay barrel, and closed my eyes. When I opened them I looked at my wrists. They where covered in dry blood and had cuts indented on them. While gazing at my wrists I forgot about the rest of the pain until it came from my stomach. My eyes immidiatly shot down to it and the pain was unbareable. I cried and whimpered. Just then all the pain came back to me from every part of my body hitting me like a brick building. My hand flew down to my crotch and held it. It hurt so much. When I brought my hand up I wiped it on my bare arm. Blood shone. My eyes widened. At least I know I'm not pregnant. I was on my period.
Tears stung my dry eyes and I leaned my head back. What if he finds me? What if he goes to kill me? Is that even a question of course he will. I need to get away. But first I need sleep. But I can't stay out in the open.
I hoisted myself up using the broken barn as support. I hobbled over to the ladder where the second story was. I climbed the wooden ladder. Splinters crawling into my hands for a safe home. Adding to the list of my pain.
Once up there to safety I climbed over to where the hay sat. Then fell and went into a deep sleep.
"Molly... I know your in here" I calmed my breathing as the dreaded voice echoed through the barn. My heart beat and I was afraid it'd pump right out of my chest. My hair clung to my face. Sweat poured off me like a never ending waterfall. I heard the rickety boards scream in pain from his weight.
"Can't hide forever darling."
My breathing hitched as I heard the latter being climbed. I scurried over to the window I was at least two stories high. But there was hay down there I should be fine. He jumped towards me. Everything seemed to stop. I was jumping out the window my limbs flailing. My mouth screaming but no sound coming out. Him lunging for me. Trying to grab my short jet black hair.
When I landed more pain shorted through my ankle. I couldn't walk. I looked up to the window to see no one there. I quickly got up and tried running but failed into a limp. Everything goes black.
I woke up startled. Sweat pouring off my face. My hair hugging my narrow face. Tears mixing in with my sweat. I looked around. I'm still in the barn. I touched my ankle. No pain. So it was a dream?
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A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt
RomanceMolly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?
