I hung onto that thought as he drove.
* * * * *
He took me somewhere I’d never been, no reason to be there and I hoped I’d never have the choice of whether or not to go back (I’d pick not). We went underneath the mousetrap interchanges, a mass of highway above us, nothing around us but hardscrabble cement and litter, likely left by homeless people and drug addicts none of whom were in attendance for the evening’s festivities.
Vince stopped, pul ed me out of the car through the driver’s side and before I could struggle or break away, he yanked a gun out of the waistband of his pants.
Then he put it to my head.
“Been lookin’ forward to this for a long time,” he said as he walked me forward, “Undo your jeans.”
I was getting a little fidgety.
My opportunity wasn’t arising and I was beginning to get scared.
Therefore, I hesitated.
He took the gun away from my head and squeezed off a round.
I jumped, thinking he’d shot me but realized he’d fired away from me.
He put the gun back to my head.
“Undo your f**kin’ jeans.”
I did what I was told. Maybe death before defilement was the way to go but I couldn’t think at that moment.
The minute I unbuckled my belt and slid the zip down my jeans, he whipped me around and forced my torso to the hood of the car. He pressed his crotch into my behind, the rest of his body against my back and the gun against my temple.
“Gonna f**k you against the car, then I’l do you doggie style,” he said into my ear.
My heart was racing, my breath coming in jerks and my mind was absolutely blank.
He wasn’t done.
“Then, got me a bottle and I’m gonna f**k you with that too, break it and f**k you with it. Hard. Tear you apart. The next time your wetback boyfriend puts his dick in you, you’l f**kin’ scream.”
It was then I decided death before defilement was the way to go.
“First, you gotta beg,” he said.
He tried to pul down my jeans. Problem was, it wasn’t easy with one hand pointing a gun to my head and my body bent at the hips.
“Beg, bitch!” he demanded.
Real y.
Enough was enough.
“Fuck you!” I shouted and then did a backwards head butt, catching him somewhere pointy and I hoped it hurt because, for me it hurt like hel .
I lifted up, taking him with me.
He tried to force me back and I started to go with him but I got turned a bit and was wedged sideways against him and the car.
I struggled, managed to slide around front-to-front and got my hand on the gun.
Both our hands scrabbling for control of the gun, I put my ass on the car, forced my knees up, put my feet to his bel y and pushed.