Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Seventeen

Is there a moment in your life when you can only have hope? Nothing else would be getting you through but that little ping of hope. That's me. As the large hog of a man clobbered over me, his chew toy, my head thronged with ideas of my next moments. What would happen to me? What would he do to my body? Would I live? Who would take care of my mother? These questions stuck to me like heat to the sun. I just couldn't get away from the fear that wouldn't cease to surge through my body. No after what I did. Whether I closed my eyes as we walked to wherever he was bringing me or I closed my mind. This would never be forgotten.

Why was this even happening? I'd never met this man in my life. I was never in a gang. Never stole. Hardly ever looked at a stranger twice! And now look at me getting fucked over by the world! It began to drizzle as the man stomped to a cliche white van.  The music of the carnival began to fade even though we were still close by. Still I had hope for Oliver to save me. To swoop out of nowhere and save me. How unrealistic of me.

"Give me your phone." Now the man was making demands. Which I complied to begrudgingly hoping to discourage this plan he had. He snatched my phone and began making taps.

The rain pelted the ground harder in agreement with my beating heart. The gun he had stayed picking me now in clear view. Anyone who looked could have easily seen it except this man was a big stack of diabetes and beef jerky with a side of beans and a jumbo triple coke. I snorted to myself but he looked back at me with the meanest mug. Then jabbed his gun into my stomach. Said gun to the stomach had me heaving up the food I'd eaten for lunch. This made me realize that this was a long day.  Danny finding out mom had issues was billions better than this. He laughed rambunctiously as my guts spilled out of my digestive system. I was on my hands and knees, like a dog, barfing. I could only hope that I would get some on his shoes. Then when they found my body in the ocean and looked for him, a trace of my vomit would lead the way.

"What kinda bitch got pink hair anyway?" He asked before grabbing mine and yanking until I was off the ground. He shoved me easily into the car but I give one last scream.

The petrified scream filled with the words 'Am I going to die tonight? Is the world going to ignore my fate?' But I only got out the scream. No shouts demanding justice followed as he shoved my head into the window hard enough to silence me and break the window a little. A crack. I was bleeding. The black blood went from my eyebrow just some below my temple, and began to drip. The rain pelted harder and now there was thunder.

"Shut your pretty fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you bitch." He asked politely to which I complied completely and wholeheartedly. That was right before every thing disappeared. Couldn't see the road ahead or what I was leaving.  My eye lids were attracted to each other and I just couldn't keep them apart. So I slept. What a great way to nap. But oh I didn't get too long of a rest. Maybe thirty seconds.  Then a mallet was through the window and the large man was passed out. I'd never been happier to see that mallet than when it was held by strong veined hands. Oliver's hands.

The glass broke and flew everywhere and some high pitched noise stung my head. I was screaming. Immediately my head was between my knees with fear to keep me there. A bloodied hand busted through the rest of the window and unlocked it for themselves.

I peeked to see that but soon after my head was back so I could be safe. Or at least pretend I was. The fat man grunted as he was pulled out of the car and the sound of glass popping under heavy shoes could have reassured me. My hands shook which I felt. All of me was shaking as the man who had me at his mercy begged for mercy. The sound of heaviness hitting heaviness made me shudder. The big man gurgled and tried to beg more but he couldn't due to his lungs being clogged maybe with blood. Now I could hear better and understand what was going on.