It's amazing how fast your life can change. One moment you're blowing off some douche at the DX, and the next that same douche is attacking you.
My story starts at the DX. I was hanging out with Steve, Dimitri, and Soda like any other day. We were having a good time, when some guy comes up to me. "Hey baby." he said obviously checking me out.
"Do I know you?" I asked giving him an 'are you freaking serious' look.
"Nah, but I'm sure you want to." the dude said as he smirked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guys starting to tense up. I looked over and rolled my eyes as if saying 'Don't worry about this guy', not wanting anything to get started.
"You look nice in that dress," he said commenting on my sundress "but I'm sure you look even better out of it."
Before the guys could kick his ass I said with the attitude of 5 thirteen year old girls, "Why don't you take your lame ass pick-up line and get the hell outta here."
Obviously he didn't like being told off by a girl because his face got real red and he looked like he wanted to smack me. But he saw the guys and started to walk away, but not before he muttered something to me. I swore he said "You'll regret this." but I couldn't bee too sure and just blew it off.
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Not too long after that I said goodbye to the guys and headed home.
As I drove, I played some Backstreet Boys and sang along. If only I knew what was waiting for me home then. I would've turned around and taken up Dimitri's offer of waiting for him to get done with work and hanging out at his place. But, all I knew was that the Backstreet Boys reunion on Oprah was waiting for me on the DVR list.
I approached my empty house and searched for my keys in my bag. I found them just as I reached the porch. Just as I had unlocked the door someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth as they shoved me into my house. I turned around expecting it to be Two-Bit or someone playing a joke on me. It wasn't. It was the douche from the DX and he had the scariest look on his face, a look I'll never forget.
My breath caught in my throat and I bolted to the stairs. He grabbed my foot and my nose smacked onto one of the steps. I could taste blood in my mouth as he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. "Just where do you think you're going baby?" he asked viciously as his hands dug into my arms. He took my purse and chucked it into the living room causing all its contents, including my phone, to scatter across the room. I kneed him in the groin as an escape attempt.
"Big mistake." he growled as he took me and hurled me into the living room, my side colliding with the wooden desk. I tried to ignore the searing pain as I looked for something to throw as he charged towards me. I found some paperweight but missed by mile as the pain in my side rapidly increased as soon as I raised my arm. He grabbed my shoulders and smashed my head into the mirror. I was seeing stars as he said "You just don't learn do you?" I tried stabbing him with a piece of the broken glass but he threw me aside as if I were as light as a feather.
I heard a huge crack as I landed on my left wrist. I screamed in pain as he stood there laughing, a maniacal look in his eyes.
God, I was trying so hard to think of an escape but the pain was pushing me to the brink of blacking out. My thoughts were becoming increasingly blurry as I spotted my phone, just a few feet from me. He seemed to spot it at the same time as I did. I lunged for it and was just a few inches away from grabbing it when he tackled me and slid the phone across the room. He flipped me onto my back and pinned me. "I think you need to be taught a lesson." he growled with a wicked look in his eyes.
..........Well, you're smart enough to figure out what happened next.........
I fought back, God did I fight. Every time I screamed for help or tried to hit back, he just hit me twice as hard as the last time. That wasn't the worst pain I felt at that moment. It hurt like.......I can't even compare that pain to anything I've ever felt before. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Over and over and over again. The pain increased every time and the sick bastard enjoyed it.
When he decided he was done, he kissed my forehead and delivered a final punch to my already throbbing head. The sound of the door slamming seemed so far away as I layed on the floor of my living room, beaten and violated.
After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, I mustered enough strentgh to roll over. With my blurred vision I located my phone across the room. I tried standing, which was a stupid idea. I ended up crawling, supporting my hurt wrist and leaving bloody handprints with my good hand.
I grabbed the phone, and called the first person I could think of. I sat shivering & shaking as the phone rang, praying that he wouldn't come back. "Hey Kitty," I said with a hoarse voice from screaming "could you.....could you come over?"