A Time To Run

As I came down the hill and around the corner of the bush that he had disappeared from. Chris grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I scrambled to get to my feet with the words of Dr. Adams running through my mind: I HOPE YOU KNOW WHEN IT’S TIME TO RUN, ANGEL. With that in mind, I tried to do just that. I took off ,which I thought was fast, back towards the car. Chris had me by the arm, this time, he threw me so hard it knocked the wind out of me for a short moment. That was all the time he needed to get on top of me and hold me down. “Please! Chris, don’t do this. The children.” “ To hell with the Kids.” He was groping me and trying to kiss me. I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I tried to push him off. There was no way, I didn’t think he was that strong, but I was sadly mistaken. “I told you, you were mind till the day you die. And damn it, Angel, I’m going to prove it to you.” This statement had my heart racing with fear. Was Chris going to kill me when he was done raping me? Don’t most women die after they have been raped? Oh God! Please help me. Mom, please help me. I went numb after that, and he got rough, and he took and took. I had no idea what kept him going for so long. I thought that maybe if I didn’t fight him, he wouldn’t hurt me any more then he already was. He would just take what he wanted to prove his point and then leave me alone. He did just as he said he would; he took until I was hurting and he was laughing. Being raped was not the highlight of this day that I wanted to remember, but it was happening and there was nothing I could do about it. The thought of my children in the car kept me calm. I could only hope he would take what he wanted then let me go. Then, all of a sudden, he lay still for a moment; I figured he would just get up and leave me. The thought ended with a hard slap to the face, then the beating began. The kicking and kicking went on it felt like forever. He had taken what he wanted just to show me he still had the power over me. Be it right or wrong, he didn’t care. The pain in my side got so bad, I was going in and out of consciousness. I could feel the blood running down my face from when he had hit me.I knew he had split my lip. At this moment, my face wasn’t getting any more of the beating, my back and sides were having the shit kicked out of them, and the pain was unreal. Hearing something about “teaching you, Bitch” was all I got to hear before I passed out.