He rescued me

He Rescued Me

A soldier's wife, her story

She remembered the day her world had changed. The summer of her freshman year of high school. Visiting her best friend on a hot humid day, she had worn her shorter shorts thinking they'd be cooler then the baggy ones.

Sara's boyfriend came over with his buddies. Sara had gone upstairs for something. The boyfriend and his friends started making lurid comments about how she was dressed, she could smell the beer on their breathe, eyes bloodshot. Four to One they had cornered her in the kitchen their hands everywhere, she screamed for them to stop but the assault continued from all five of them. Her shirt tore. Her small breasts were exposed, her hands grasped them in protection.

Where was Sara? Would they hurt her too? In her mind Laura, willed Sara to not come downstairs. One boy grabbed each arm, another her legs, pushing her to the ground she kicked and pushed against them, boyfriend was trying to get her zipper undone.

One of the boys released her leg long enough and she kicked him as hard as she could in the balls. He fell to the floor screaming the two boys released her arms, they stung from their grip. The boyfriend of Sara seemed unconcerned he was still trying to get his jeans undone. Laura screamed at the top of her lungs.

The boyfriend reached over and covered her mouth in response she bit him, he slapped her across the face, she could taste blood in her mouth. She was crying then. Her face hurt, her arms, she didn't want to give up. She used her bruised arms and shoved the boyfriend back. Before she could scream or fight more, the back door opened! Before her eyes and the four boys were being lifted off her and tossed out the door by the largest man she had ever seen.

Thankfully Sara's bothers had arrived, bringing with them a very large man, her rescuer. She heard the fists outside, the pounding. Sara begging her brothers to not to kill them. The large man had picked her up and carried her to the couch. She was exhausted, a vague memory of being covered and warm she fell asleep quickly.

Blinking she realized she was 30 and not 15. Her hand still resting on his cold chest. This man had been her rescuer and her husband. Laura turned to the crowd that had gathered to pay respects to this man. With steely persona, she addressed them, thanking them for coming and promised the speaking would begin shortly.

Turning back to her husband she was 15 again. Warm tears, cascaded down her ivory cheeks. Jon had pursued her for a year without her knowledge. He had talked to all her friends, finding out her likes and dislikes. Likes: coffee; Dislikes: tobacco. He had been a chewer and quit cold turkey so that she would like him. Before she had even met him. Laura had been so interested in school activities that she didn't have time for men.

The boys liked her, they were always giving her their numbers. She was always nice to them. But, never acted on the numbers being too fearful they would attack her as well. The boys thought she was a prude! Chuckling she used to joke that Jon had been her "stalker."

Laura turned to stairs and walked up onto the podium. Carefully holding her large abdomen, slow steps. She had decided to tell her guests about the first time she met Jon. Taking a deep breath and looking one last time as the casket closed.

Tasked with her husband's eulogy. She began her tale.

When I was fifteen I was attacked an almost rapped. She heard the crowd gasp. She heard some whispers follow. She took a deep breath and continued."

So, by the age of eighteen I was skittish of relationships, I dated only in short intervals, very rarely did I allow myself to be alone with any man. My fear kept me safe. I trusted my friend Andy, he was a gay man and dating his longtime boyfriend Randy. I used to tease him that their names rhymed. Considering the crowd, she saw Andy and Randy who were married and had three children together. She smiled at them, it gave her a little more courage to continue.