Blood, Gallons of the Stuff

The figures eyes illuminated in the moonlight. Those eyes could only come from one person. "Bert, what are you doing here?" I pushed myself against the wall, hoping to disappear into it.

He grinned at me and came out of the shadows, proving my suspicions. "What made you think to move all the way to New Jersey. Denton is where you belong, babe. With me..."

I crossed my arms. "What makes you think I'm going to go back to that shithole you call an apartment. Not to mention your drugie friends. Oh let's not forget all the things you did to me... No. No way I'm going back and there is no chance that I'm going back with you." By now I had gotten off of the bed and stood my ground.

He began to walk toward me with that manic grin on his face and in that moment I wished I hadn't have said any of it. I tried to show him the strong woman that I pretended to be but the closer he came, the more terrifying the situation was. I began to shake when finally he pushed me up against the wall. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind then." He picked me up and slammed me on the bed, kissing down my neck, which made me shake even more.

"Please don't!" I tried to scream out but it only left my mouth as a shaky whisper as I struggled to look away from him. I brought my knees up in front of me, trying to keep his body as far away from mine as possible. He began pulling off my clothes, ignoring my protest. All the while I was slowly trying to scoot away from him. My only know exit was the window, still open, conveniently placed to meet the edge of my bed. Finally after many whispers of protest, I mustered up a sequence of screams that would, hopefully, ring through the building. Bert had taken off all my clothes besides my bra and underwear. After hearing my screams he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shut up!" He yelled violently at me. "I'm doing this for your own good." By now my head was severely close to the edge of the window and I was about to make my attempt at an escape when I heard my front door slam against the wall. Someone must've kicked it in... I hope so.

A moment later I saw a figure in the doorway, this one was less calm and cried out to Bert. "You get your hands off her."

This barely phased Bert. "You gonna make me?" He loosened his grip on me as he turned to see HIS assailant.

I made a jump for it out the window and thankfully landed on the fire escape. Bert reached for me out the window, but the figure pulled him back in. I ran down the stairs, panting heavily and sweating. Once at the bottom I looked back up to my window and saw Bert and his assailant now on the fire escape. The situation was half Bert trying to run down after me and him getting his face beaten in. My body made me run... To were, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was getting away. Half naked and afraid, I wasn't going to hang around to get caught by Bert again.

To be continued...

Notes

Sorry it took a while to post it but here it is. I was writing it yesterday and hit the backspace button when I wasn't clicked into the content box. Thus, losing basically all of the second chapter. So here I am writing it again. I hope you guys like it. :)

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