A girl almost raped by her boyfriend

A growling came from within her stomach, almost announcing her presence to them. She mentally cursed at the noise. If it resounds again, she may as well come out from behind the brush and scream, "Here I am! Take me!" Her leg, like an annoying child, wanting her full attention. The pain was starting to be too much when she heard a rustle next to her. A rabbit returned her gaze with interest.

She prayed to God to not let Trent find her, to let her return home her mom. She may have even wanted her best friend, Christian, to ignore that she told him to stay away from her and to have him come save her. Her nose started to burn with the telling of oncoming tears. She shouldn't have come here, Trent hadn't kept his promise, as illogical as it was for her to think he would, there she was. The deathly silence frightened her more than any sound. Was he listening for her like she was for him? How longer was she going to have to withstand all this mental torture? She wanted these questions answered, but at what cost?

The hairs all over her body started standing erect and her blood ran cold. Her heart skipped a beat, waiting for what her body was telling her would come next. Like nails on the chalkboard she heard him speak, "Hey Diane, why are you hiding from me? It’s just sex. Come out and I’ll forgive you for running away." He was closer now, all she could hope for was that he passed her spot and continue on. He spoke again, "I won't hurt you. Being experienced makes you good at it. I’ll treat you like a goddess in bed." She could tell he was right in front of her, she could see his legs bare of any clothes. She looked down at her own jeans that he had ripped. She was extremely thankful she had been able to find them and pull them back on before she ran outside. But to her dismay, she hadn't been able to find her shirt after he had torn it from her chest. Though, after Trent had torn it from her chest the clothing probably couldn’t have been worn again.

"I found you~," she hears and  her eyes snap open. She couln’t see his legs anymore through the bushes. Snap, her ears pick up from behind her, telling Diane exactly where her assailent was. With all the power that she could muster, she jumped over the bushes she had been hiding from him in. As her feet once again touched the ground she twirled around to see his smiling face.

“Trent.” she whispered his name, fear reverting on her breath. Glancing downwards from his unsettling expression her eyes land on his weapon of choice, a two-pronged bread knife. It was still dripping with her blood, from when he took it to her right calf when she ran out the door. She had been telling him that she wasn’t ready for sex; yet he thought that her opinion didn’t matter. He had torn her jeans from her legs, breaking the zipper. Even if she had been able to acquire her shirt once more before she made her break for it, she couldn’t have worn it. The button down flannel shirt that she’d worn over to his house for their date had been de-buttoned when he tore it open and apart as he removed it from her body.

She struggled with him in his living room, having to knee him in his groin to get away. Pulling on her pants while trying to sprint out of the house slowed her down enough for him to have the time to grab the blade and catch up with her at the sliding doors at the rear of his house; the ones that led outside to the forest. She grasped dirt and mulch from the ground and slung it into his eyes, making him temporarily blind but not incapaple of lashing out at her. He had caught her leg from the back and inbedded the knife for a moment deep inside her right calf. .The blinding pain made it nearly-impossible to continue moving forward; at least until the adrenaline numbed her entire body.

Bringing herself back to her current situation, she was doused in another wave of terror. “Come here Diane! You owe it to me! I was gracious at how long I waited for you.” His shouting leveled to a deep growl.

Shaking her head vigorously, Diane replied in a shout, “Waiting to have sex when you’re married is normal! If you only wanted f*** some girl, you should have broken up with me and hooked up with that slut from Chemistry! She would have gladly done you, you rapist!” Furious at the liquid falling from her eyes, she quickly brought her bare arm to her face and dried it the best she could. She wanted to be able to see everything he did.

He made a running leap over the bushes like they were the hurdles he jumped in track. She started running as if a rabid wolf was chasing her. Not getting far before she heard his breathing she closed her eyes and asked God when Trent killed her, please make it a quick death. Finishing the last bit of her prayer with an Amen, she was tackled and thrown down to the ground like a sack of rocks.

Squirming under him she cried, “Get off of me!” Hearing his maniacal laughter as his response, all the tears that she had been keeping under control broke through their dam. Not knowing what else to do because of how much Trent overpowered her, she yelled out the only name that came to her mind in her distress.“Christian!”

“No one is going to come.” he laughed as he rolled her over. She fought against his restraining her arms and pinning them above her head. Her chest fell and rose at an extreme rate that she started hyperventilating. She didn’t know what else what to do as he tried to unclasp her bra because of all the events unwinding as if in slow motion around her. White dots started to appear in her vision from the returning pain in her leg as he pushed his grimy, mud-covered bare foot into the laceration on her calf.

“Christian.” she sobbed out as Trent unhooked her bra and was attempting to pull it off of her when she heard a familiar, masculine voice come from behind her head and the hammer of a gun clicking.

“Trent, your bastard. I am going to give you three seconds before I shoot you dead. One.” She couldn’t see him but she knew that it was Christian. God had answered her prayers and had sent her her guardian angel. The cavern of fear that had been kept in her heart was flooded with relief and joy. She was going to be saved! “Two.”

“What…?” Trent looked up in an expression Diane could have categorized as either fear or surprise. Regardless of what he was feeling, she hoped Christian shot him. Realising that Trent had loosened his grip on her arms, she pulled them free of his hand and threw her head into his face. Satisfied with the crushing sound of bone, she thrusted her hips up and threw Trent from her, him thrown off to her side. A newfound adrenaline burst shot through her veins as she shoved herself up and ran with a limp over to her armed savior.

For the first time that night, the tears that flowed from her eyes were of good faith. “Christian!” her voice cracked as she neared him. A smile so large grew on her face that her throat shivered at the crisp, clear winter air of the mountain.

He looked down to her face stained of tears and blood, “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. His arms slightly bending as he slowly lowered his winchester rifle. The blue orbs searched over her being as she neared him.

Not knowing how to answer the loaded question, she finally reached him and threw her arms around his waist as if he was her life-line. One of his arms encircled her back and it felt as if a protective barrier had been cast upon her. Suddenly his head snapped up and he stepped away from her, bringing his gun up to his shoulder once more. She looked to see Trent charging at them with his blade in front of him as his crooked nose spewed crimson liquid. A booming noise resounded throughout the woods as Christian fired at Trent, taking him down.

“Did you kill him?” she asked stepping back over to Christian. She was only worried because she didn’t want Christian going to jail, though it would have ruled self-defence.

“No, I shot ‘em in the shoulder. Should keep him down for a while ‘till the cops pull ‘round.” He tore his gaze from the bleeding would-be rapist, to Diane. “You don’t know happy I am that I found you before it was too late.” His throat sounding as if he was choking back tears. He enveloped her in another hug, this time both arms came along with the sound of his gun hitting the ground. She wept into his warm embrace as he spoke softly to her, the vibrations of his chest calming her. “You’re safe now darlin’. I won’ let nobody hurt you again.” He stayed holding her until she fell asleep in his arms exhausted from the terrible events of that day. The last thing she remembers is being carried by strong arms and the far away ringing of a cop car.