Darling

Getting to the Tisha's party tonight, now that was a challenge. I was wearing a black cocktail dress that was barely above my calves. Too short, for Cecilia's liking, but I could honestly care less. I had a rockin' body and cute black high heels.1

I had curled my long brown hair in front of my mirror. It came out nice, and I brushed my short, front bangs.2

I sighed as I looked in the mirror and liked what I see. It's too bad I was single. My eyes drifted away in my room and I saw a paper with sloppy handwriting. It was the directions to Tisha's party.3

I grabbed my cell phone and called Cecilia.4

"Hello?" she answered.5

"Cece," I called her by her nickname. "You're going to give me a ride to the party right?"6

"Duh!" There was some noises heard in her backround but they were not enough for me to care much. "You know the seniors are bringing weed?"7

"Ew, gross." I sighed. I was totally not into potheads or cholos for that matter.8

She breathed out heavily, I was guessing a sigh. "Okay, then, I'll be right there in a bit."9

I pushed the "end" button on my phone and waited quietly in my room. I started thinking about us heading over there. As I said before, it was a challenge to get there. When I read the directions I didn't even know if it was still in San Diego.10

I tried to memorize it for the way back, just incase Cece gets lost or something.11

I heard a knock at the door.12

Ceilia's already here? But she lived by the highway. I lived far from the highway.13

I came to conlusion that it was probably my mother, or father comming back from their dinner party, forgeting something.14

I looked through the peep hole and saw two dark shadowed figures. One in the shape of my father.15

I opened the door, "Dad?"16

One of the guys breathed in deeply and his hand went to my throat. "Oh, honey," he voice was hoarse and deep "Didn't your parents ever told you not to open the door for strangers?"17

I couldn't really reply to him while he was squeezing my throat. I couldn't really breathe either. His friend chuckled. The stranger and his friend took a step in my house, making themselves welcomed.18

"Aah, darling don't you have anything to say?" he spoke by my ear.19

I gasped for air, my breathe was running out.20

"I didn't think so..." He let go of my throat and he shoved my shoulder against the wall. The stranger pushed his body aginst mine harshly. His nose made a line along my jugular and he smelled me.21

"You have a sweet scent to you... I like it." He waved out a hand to call his other, shorter friend. "Billy, why don't you get the money we came for and leave us alone for a bit?"22

"Sure, Kevin." Billy jogged upstairs and walked inside one of the rooms. I didn't see if it was mine or not, Kevin wasn't letting me look up.23

"Darling," he said again, "I really hate to kill a pretty woman like you, but see there are things in life we just have to do."24

I stared at him deeply. My eyes practically bore into his head. "You...." My voice was none other than a whisper. "You don't have to kill me."25

"Oh, but we must, I am sure of it." He winked and then licked my throat lightly.26

I grimaced.27

Then I heard a door shut and something hammered up my spine. I did not see what it was or from what angle it came from. All I knew was that I was in pain and I fell to the floor.28

"My what beautiful legs you have," Kevin said. With his hand he caressed my left leg and huffed. 29

I shut my eyes and prayed. For I knew the worst was comming. In moments time, Kevin had lifted my dress up and he thrusted into me. My scream lasted an eighteenth of a second before his dirty hand clamped down on my mouth. He held his hand there tightly while I suffered. Tears trickled down my face.30

The agony. It was not a thing I could withstand. 31

Soon, Kevin was breathing heavily, "Baby, you are so tight." he whispered in my ear.32

I tried yelling through my throat. It worked slightly, but I couldn't make any much more noise after that. Oh the pain.33

After one last shove into my irresolute body, he was done. And I had encountered the worst. I remember people telling me you're never the same after being raped. But I wasn't even sure if I was going to even live.34

"Baby, why are you crying? Don't cry..." Kevin removed his hand from my mouth and he wiped my tears.35

Soon after that, Billy came downstairs with a bag full of stuff.36

"Let's go," he said.37

With that, I was beat. I couldn't yell or anything at all. It was pointless, no one would hear me, neighbors lived far from us. Curse my parents for wanting a big house away from annoying neighbors.38

I took every kick, every punch, every painful slap they gave me. I had blood all over me soon, and I knew it was all mine. Not like they'd hurt themselves in this process. The last thing they hit me with was a chair. They had smashed it across my ribs, breaking them apart.39

I gasped for air, they had hit a lung. But I wasn't gone, no, I wasn't.40

"Hurry! I hear someone!" yelled Billy.41

I turned my head toward the right and saw a big black object head toward my face. Then everything went black.