My Other Half (Avenged Sevenfold)

Untitled Part 15

Sighing, I headed out of the grocery store and to my car. Fucking stupid people. You guessed it, I got behind the Crazy Cat Lady.

I got in my car and headed towards my house. The sun had already set for the evening in beautiful California. It's dark outside, except for the glow of business signs and car headlights.

I made the turn into a rather shady area of Huntington Beach and stopped at the stop light. If I go this way, it takes ten minutes off of my drive home.

I tapped the steering wheel with my fingers, anxiously waiting for the light to change green. As I waited, I felt my stomach clench suddenly. Why am I so nervous? I've gone this way numerous times.

"Come on." I muttered, feeling more nervous.

My passenger door flew open suddenly. A tall man with a buzz cut got in. I froze with terror. The barrel of a gun pointed straight at my face.

"Drive. Now." He growled.

I let out a shakey breath and started to drive. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the man. He's looking around as I pulled away from the light. A black hoodie and ripped jeans covered his body. A scorpion tattoo on the top of his left hand.

"Don't fucking look at me!" He yelled.

"Sorry." I said, moving my eyes to the road again.

How the fuck am I going to get out of this? I fought back my tears, willing myself to stay calm. Taking a deep breath, I started to talk to him.

"Where am I going?" I asked.

"Turn left at the stop sign." He demanded.

"My name is Tatum. What's yours?" I asked.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He said slowly but sternly.

I nodded and turned onto a dirt road at the stop sign. Fear seeped into me even more. There is absolutely nothing on this road for miles. I felt a tear slip down my face. I quickly wiped it away. Oh god, he is going to kill me out here. I know he is.

"Turn at the next road." He barked at me.

I turned down another empty dirt road. I can hear my heart hammering in my ears. My hands and legs are even shaking. I drove for at least a mile.

"Stop the car and get out." He said.

"Please. Just take whatever you want. I swear to God, I'll never tell anyone I saw you." I begged through my tears.

I pulled over and put the car in park. The man reached over and took my keys out of the ignition. I heard myself whimper in fear. That's something new for me. I don't scare easily normally.

"Get out." He said.

"Please-" I started to say.

The end of the gun struck my face. I screamed and grabbed the side of my cheek. It felt like it was going to explode from the impact. What a dick!

"Get out!" He screamed at me.

"Ok, ok." I sobbed, getting out of the car.

I fumbled with the door and got out of the car. I shut the door behind me, still holding my face. The man stopped in front of me. I can make out his silhouette in the moonlight. He easily towers over me in height and weight. Fuck me, this is going to end badly. I know it.

"Take your pants off." He demanded.

"What?" I whispered.

"Take your fucking pants off!" He screamed at me.

I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life. But I also know one thing, I'm not letting some piece of shit rape me. He can fucking kill me first. He is not putting his fucking hands on me like that. My temper started to boil. My hands shook along with my legs.

The man reached over and tore the front of my button up shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. Now I'm really fucking pissed.

"Fuck you." I snapped.

"I intend to. Get your pants off, or I'll kill you." He said, raising the gun at my head.

I will never, ever understand what possessed in the next moment to do what I did. Maybe it was fear? Maybe it was being brave? Maybe I'm just stupid? Whatever it was, I just went with it.

I grabbed the end of the gun and pointed our arms up to the sky. The man was caught off guard by my actions. A loud gunshot rang out into the night. The man and I struggled for control of the gun.

Both of us fell against my car as we fought. I leaned up and bit his arm. The gun fell with a thud on the ground. I kicked it away just before I felt a fist to my face this time.

I fell to the ground from the force of his punch. I groaned, trying to feel around for the gun on the ground. The man is swearing and grabbing at my legs. I'm kicking at him, trying to crawl away. He must of gotten fed up with me and finally grabbed my hair. I felt myself being yanked by my hair off of the ground. Jesus, my hair feels like it is being ripped from my fucking skull.

"You fucking whore!" He screamed in my face.

My knee came up to his groin. The man yelled in pain, letting go of me. I started to run back the way we came. There are fields of tall grass, and god knows what else in there. Fuck it. I ran into the field. At least I can lay down in the grass and hide, right?

I'm not sure how far I ran, but it felt like miles. I threw myself down into a tall patch of weeds. I can hear myself panting. I covered my mouth, hoping that the man isn't close by.

After waiting for what felt like years, I heard my car start up. I felt hope rise inside of me. Please, just let him drive away. I patted my pants pocket for my cell phone. I know I won't get service out here. We are in the middle of nowhere.

Bright headlights started shining through the grass above me. I laid still, daring not to even breathe. I heard the door of my car open again. Oh fuck! What if he walks out here and gets me? I'll be dead for sure.

The man started to walk into the field. I can hear his footsteps growing closer to me. I kept my hands over my mouth. Tears poured out of my eyes. A few more steps, and I know he will find me.

The sound of a cellphone ringing made the footsteps stop. I heard him walking back to my car. The door closed and he pulled away.

Once I couldn't hear the car anymore, I let out loud sobs. I made myself calm down. I have to get help. I have to get up.

My head and face are killing me. My jeans and shirt are ruined I'm sure. My feet hurt from running in flip flops. I slowly got up and staggered towards the road.

Every little noise I heard made my heart jump in fear. My head feels heavy and so do my eyes. I felt the side of my head and it feels wet. I don't remember being hit on the side of my head. I guess it doesn't matter now.

I limped my way further down the road. My legs are ready to give out. I pushed myself to keep walking. I must be getting closer, as I can hear traffic now.

My head started to spin. Dizziness consumed me. I can see the traffic just within my reach. My legs gave out.

Get your ass up Tatum! You don't give up. You never fucking have! I sobbed, crawling on my hands and knees towards the road. My head hurts so much. I just need to rest for a little while. Please, just let me sleep.

Shaking it off, I crawled further. I came up to the curb of the road. There isn't a fucking car out here! How the fuck is that possible?! There are always cars out here.

I laid on my side in the middle of the road. I can't go any further. I just can't. I'm too tired. My eyes closed.

Even through my closed eyes, I could see blinding headlights approaching. The sound of brakes screeching to a halt close to me. Car doors opening and shutting.

"Holy fuck! Miss? Are you ok?" I heard a man ask.

But I can't answer him. I just know it's not the man who hurt me, and that is all I cared about. Sleep washed over me.