FADING (A novel)(15)

He reaches down, rips open my jeans, and starts yanking on them. I try and kick my legs uncontrollably, but he’s sitting on them. Somehow, he manages to pull them off of one of my legs, as he releases his hand from my mouth.

“Plea-hease. Stop!” I scream, and he quickly clamps his hand back over my mouth. I desperately try to bite him, but I’m too frantic. I’m sobbing and barely breathing. It takes everything I have to choke out any sounds. But, it’s no use. I hysterically pound my fists as hard as I can against him, but he won’t stop. God, please stop!

Grabbing the neck of my shirt, he jerks down, tearing the soft worn fabric too easily. With everything I have in me, I try to lock my knees together, but he’s so much more powerful than me when he knees my thighs and forces them open. Consumed by rampant fear, I fight as hard as I can, screaming against his hand. I feel him pulling my bra down, and my breast begins to burn. I’m in such a panic when I realize that he is biting me. Shrieking in desperation as the pain shoots down to my belly, I dig my nails into his arms in response to the pain.

“Bitch!” He shouts through clenched teeth as he pulls back and backhands me across my face. The blood pools in my mouth, and my body heaves as I begin to choke on it through my cries. Somebody help me! The fabric of my underwear cuts into my skin and stings when he rips them off of me. “You’re not gonna f*ckin’ tease me anymore, bitch.”

He pins my wrists above my head with his large hand, and my body shakes in horror when I realize that I’m completely helpless. God, please don’t do this!

I manage to let out another choked sob as I frantically try to jerk my body from underneath him, but my muscles are so weak, and the weight of him is too much for me to fight. He’s so heavy on me. I wail when I feel a sudden burn as he violently rips and pounds into me. My whole body locks up.

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What’s happening?

Is this happening?

God, is this happening?

Is this really happening?

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My head falls to the side, and my body goes limp aside from the involuntary twitches from each of his assaults. I focus every ounce of strength I have left on the corner of the dumpster that’s next to me. It’s painted dark blue, but maybe it’s a lighter blue during the daylight. I can tell it’s been painted five or six times . . . I can see every layer. It’s chipping away, and the dark grey metal from underneath is exposed. The line along the chipped paint is ridged and there is a thin vein of white between the blue and grey. Gritty dirt clings to the wheel, and the wheel lock is beginning to rust. The dumpster is worn and full of dents . . . one . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . .

I snap out of my thoughts when Jack grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Tell me you like this,” he taunts, and my sobs are excruciating as I feel his body jerk into mine, and he stills himself, grunting loudly.

He yanks his pants up and starts running his hand down my naked torso. What else does he want from me?

“You’re nothing but a cunt,” he lashes when he abruptly jabs his fingers inside of me and then spits in my face.

I begin to yell and thrash my body, fighting to escape. “God, please! Stop!”

He lifts up, and suddenly, I see a flash of light that is devoured by darkness and silence.





Chapter Six


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Where am I? Why can’t I see? I hurt.



I try and move but something is holding me down. I feel my body rattling on something hard, and I sense that I am moving.

Am I dreaming? I’m so confused. What’s happening?

I feel like I’m in a car or something, but I can’t move.

Why can’t I move?!

I’m panicking. I can feel it, feel my heart beating harder and louder.

Open your eyes, Candace. Focus—open your eyes.

“Miss?” I hear a man say.

Someone’s here. Help me! Wake me up!

“Try and relax, Miss. We’re almost there.”

Where? What’s happening? Someone f*cking help me!! Where am I?!



Sheer fright shoots through me, and I feel the strain in my eyes as they start to open. I squeeze them shut immediately because they burn. I start to feel my body come to life and wriggle my wrists, but something is holding them down. I’m terrified and turn frantic as I keep trying to free my arms. The wriggling quickly turns into erratic jerks. I’m strapped down and I’m terrified.

“Help me! Get me out of here!” I shriek out in a hoarse voice. I try to move my head, but I can’t. I feel something is wrapped around my neck preventing me from moving.

“It’s okay, we’re almost there. You’re in an ambulance. You were knocked unconscious. We’re on our way to the hospital.”

I try and open my eyes, but they still sting. I blink several times when I feel a damp cloth cover them. I start crying at the calming feel of the cool wet cloth. He presses it down gently on my eyes and forehead, then wipes softly.

“Try opening your eyes,” the man says.

I do as I’m told, and he wipes one more time. After a few seconds the sting starts to subside.

“You have a lot of dirt and sweat that has gotten into your eyes.”