Prologue #4
He thrusts into me so violently that if Gavin and the other man weren’t pinning me down, I would be sliding across the carpet.
Regardless, I am sure I will have a rug burn everywhere that my skin touches the floor.
Once Neil is done, I feel his body replaced by another, and then another, continuing on until long after the point I gave up counting.
As they all continue to have their turns, Gavin takes off more and more of my clothing.
The carpet was hot and made me sweat, scratching my skin to a degree of pain I wasn’t aware was possible.
Someone’s shoe squeaked. My hair stuck to my face with sweat.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry as chalk.
Finally, the thrusting ended when several women walked in the door, dressed in almost nothing.
The one on the left is tall, with olive skin and slightly slanted eyes.
Her makeup is dark and smudged, her long dark hair falling pin straight to where her mini skirt sits on her waist, if that is what you can call it.
Her top is a bandanna, a literal bandanna, that is tied around her, and she has heels on that cause her to be probably six feet tall, but it’s hard to say from where I am lying on the floor.
The one next to her is dressed nearly the same, skin tone maybe a bit lighter, and her bandanna is pink instead of red like her friend's.
I can smell the overwhelming scent of their floral perfume from where I am pinned down.
They begin to panic, seeing me lying on the floor and bleeding, fully undressed, with multiple men surrounding me.
The one in the red screams and begins to back away, and the one in the pink holds up her phone and snaps a picture, made obvious by the shutter sound, before they both run out the door.
I am not sure what she is planning on doing with the picture, but at this point, who cares?
It’s the least of my concerns. Gavin grabs my hair at the root and begins to drag me across the house and shoves me into my room, leaving me there to rot.
That is, until I hear sirens outside. Why are the cops here? Those girls that ran out must have called them. I hear a struggle outside, but my door is locked from the outside, and I can’t go and see, so I just listen while I wait.
Soon, I hear a voice on the other side calling “is there a woman here? Do you need help?” I begin banging on the door. This is it. My chance to escape this hell that was supposed to be my fairytale.
After a moment, I hear him say “stand back,” and I do as he says, sitting on my bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt I found on my floor, blood and cum still all over my legs.
I had just been dragging myself to the shower to wash it off when I heard the sirens.
I am thankful I didn’t get that far, because I may not have heard the officer.
The door bangs open, splintering at the frame, and the officer looks me over before reaching to his shoulder and speaking into his radio.
“10-23, found her. I need EMS, Code 3.” Then he looks at me again and puts his hands in the air, palms outward.
He takes one step toward me. “We received a call that a woman needed help here.” He glances down and sees the blood streaming down my bare legs. “Is that you?”
I nod, unable to form words. I don’t know if I can trust this.
If this is really a cop, or a figment of my imagination.
I can’t believe those women called the police.
I am so incredibly thankful, but I wouldn’t have blamed them if they had high-tailed it and simply never looked back.
It doesn’t seem like it was something those types of women would do.
“What’s your name?” He asks me. But I simply cannot speak. I just shake my head, and silent tears begin to pour out of my eyes. “Okay, that’s okay. Do you want me to call someone? Your husband?” He must have noticed my ring.
I shake my head and speak for the first time. “C-can I ca-ll my m-mom?” My voice is shaking.
He hands me his cell phone, and I punch in the numbers that my muscle memory thankfully knows, her voice flowing through the speaker after only one ring.
A damn inside of me breaks as she speaks, sobs wrenching free from deep inside of me.
It takes everything I possess to squeeze out the smalled of words. “M-m-mom. It’s S-s-surry, I need help.”
“Is that your name, Surry?” The officer asks, and I nod, holding the phone with my frantic mother on the other end out to him.
He puts it to his ear just as an EMS crew walks into my room.
I see the officer put his hand on the chest of the male medic, but he allows the woman to walk into my room.
She nods at him, something flashing on her face before she looks back at me.
“Hi, honey,” she greets me in a warm, slow, low tone.
“My name is Elise. I am here to help you. Can you tell me what happened?” I shake my head, and I see her do a once-over of my body with her eyes.
“Can I get you to come with me into the ambulance?” I don’t answer.
I see the officer lean over and whisper something to her.
“Okay, honey, Officer Martin here says he will come in the ambulance with you if you would like. Just you, him, and myself. Would that be okay?” I nod.
I still can’t tell if this is real. But if not, it is at least a nice figment of my imagination and an oddly comforting thing that an officer will still be around.
“Okay, let me get you a blanket, and we will take you to the hospital to get you checked out.”
I nod again, and she takes a few slow steps toward me, holding up something I didn’t notice before.
She stops before me and places a blanket around my shoulders, and then hooks her arm around my shoulders to keep it wrapped around me.
We make our way out of the house and to the ambulance, and just as promised, it’s just me, Elise, and Officer Martin.
None of us speak. Elise starts my work up–blood pressure, pulse ox, and temp.
She asks if she can look under my shirt, but I just close my eyes, answering her with my silence.
When we arrive at the hospital’s Emergency Department bay, I can hear someone screaming in a heavy Irish accent, using words that are old Gaelic, which she only uses when she is top-level furious.
I know it’s my mom. My eyes go wide as I search for her.
Officer Martin obviously hears it, since he also has ears, and looks at me.
“I will go get your mom, Surry. She will be back with you as soon as possible, okay?” I nod again and speak to him finally. “Thank you.” It’s all I can manage, and it’s barely above a whisper.
He smiles at me, and goes to pat my hand, but changes his mind mid-reach, before he stands up and leaves the ambulance.
“Okay, honey, we have to wheel you into the ED on the bed. Will that be okay? I do need help from my co-worker. His name is Chase and he is very kind. He has a wife and two little girls at home. I promise he won’t touch you.” I nod, because what other choice do I have?
Chase, I presume, walks up to the back of the ambulance and stands there waiting for Elise. She hops out and tells him that I agreed to be wheeled out, but that he wasn’t to touch me. He looked sad, then faced me.
“Hi, Surry, I’m Chase Montgomery. I will be helping Elise take the bed out, but I promise, unless you fall out, I won’t be touching you.
Okay?” I again nod. He and Elise pull out the stretcher out, the wheels clattering as they lower me to the ground.
Once steady, they start wheeling me toward the hospital doors–but not before Elise takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
I look at her and my eyes fill with tears once again.
I didn’t know I was capable of creating any more.
Once inside, my mother and sister race over to me with Officer Martin hot on their heels, as they begin shouting at everyone around to help me.
They were frantically asking what happened, and then incomprehensible words started to come out of their mouths, but my ears began a ringing that was so loud I couldn’t hear. That was, until it all went black.
It is in the hospital that I learn I was pregnant, again.
The nurses ask me what happened. But I don’t answer.
The doctor, as well as the police, they all ask.
I don’t want to be hurt anymore. If they send me home, and Gavin learns I talked?
My life would be over, or just somehow more impossibly miserable.
A baby. Why? Why is this happening? He finally got what he wanted, only to cause a forced miscarriage with the gang rape I just endured. Well, that is, until the doctor said words that I will never forget.
My mother and sister got to the room and listened to the doctor tell them what happened from the clipboard in his hand, and then he exits to leave me with my mother and sister. I tell them everything. They’re both sobbing, and promise I will never return. I will never have to see his face again.
I let out a heaving sob of breath and face my mother before closing my eyes. Willing it all to vanish.