I slowly went around the corner to look for Quentin and he wasn’t on the stool anymore. I looked in the bathroom. He wasn’t there either. Then I saw a shadow in my bedroom. What was he doing now?
I went in my bedroom and he was looking out the window. He was looking around. What was he looking for?
I grabbed my keys off the dresser.
“I can take you home now,” I said turning to walk to the door. I heard him rush up behind me, spinning me around. He tried to kiss me and I slapped him.
“What the heck are you doing,” I yelled putting my hand in front of me to push him away.
“Give me a kiss. That’s the least you could do for head butting me,” he smirked.
“I didn’t mean to do that and no, I am not kissing you.”
I tried to turn and he put his arm around my waste.
“Where are you going,” he asked pulling me close to him with some force.
I yelled at him. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been wanting you for almost a year and you keep pushing me away. Am I not good enough for you or something?”
No he wasn’t but I didn’t tell him that.
“I never said that. We both agreed to be friends, remember?”
“No, you said you wanted me to be friends only not me.”
That was true.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you wanted more.”
“How could you not know? I made sure I visited you every time I was in town.”
Which wasn’t often. I never thought anything of it. A friend visiting a friend, right? Wrong!
“Please, it’s late. Let me to take you to wherever you’re staying.”
“We aren’t going anywhere,” he said pushing me into the wall.
I tried to free my arm from his grasp but he was squeezing it tighter than before.
“Quentin please don’t do this. This isn’t necessary. Let’s go out on a date and see what happens okay?”
Yea right but I was saying anything to get him out of my house. I looked for my phone. I never kept the damn cordless on the charger. Ugh! I surveyed the room trying not to be so obvious. He looked behind him to see what I was looking at.
“What are you looking for? This?”
He took the phone out of his back pocket.
I looked at him.
“I didn’t want us to be disturbed.”
“Do you want something to drink,” I asked trying to distract him. Make him let me go enough for me to run for the door.
“No, I’m fine.”
He tried kissing me again.
“Look, Quentin. No. I don’t want this.”
Training said to be direct and to the point. Say no repeatedly. Look your attacker in the eyes.
He threw me down on the bed and stood over me holding me down with both hands. He tried kissing my neck and I screamed.
He put his hand over my mouth.
“Shut up,” he sneered. “You know you like it rough.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Oh yes you do. I saw you with your boyfriend last week. He pushed you against the wall and fucked you against the wall.”
I felt faint. He had been watching me! Us!
I wanted to vomit.
“You remember that?”
“Yes,” I said looking for my phone, scissors, anything.
“We were playing,” I said. Keep him talking.
“No you weren’t. You liked it.”
He tore my shirt open and tried to kiss my neck again.
“Stop it! Stop it now,” I screamed. I tried kicking him but he parted my legs so quickly with his, I gasped from the pain.
“You’re hurting me,” I yelled trying to struggle from under his weight.
“Stop fighting me,” he said laughing at me.
“Let me go! Please let me go…”
I didn’t want to cry. I couldn’t show him I was terrified. That might be turning him on. I didn’t want to turn him on anymore than he already was. I felt him hard against my leg. I felt like vomiting again but I knew I had to be strong. I couldn’t show him my fear.
I managed to free my leg and kick him as hard as I could. He bent over in pain long enough for me to get from up under him. I ran into the hallway and he caught me by the leg. I fell hitting my head on the floor. Dazed I tried to crawl forward but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.
“Where do you think your going,” he asked angrily. I had pissed him off.
I felt him grab my hair, lifting me up. He threw me down on the bed and tried to unbutton my pants. I kicked and screamed for him to stop. He grabbed me by my throat and squeezed until I started gasping for air. I stopped struggling. I wanted him to think I was giving in. He lessened his grip on my neck and started unbuttoning my shirt. I let him while I calculated my next move. He kissed my neck and I felt squeamish. I saw my phone on the floor by the closet. When he lifted me up to take my shirt off, I elbowed him in the nose again and leapt for the phone. I grabbed it, ran in the closet closing the door behind me and tried to dial 911. He tugged at the knob but I was holding it with everything I had in me. He kicked at the door. The phone was dead. I was frantic. That was my last chance. I started screaming. He kicked the door in and grabbed me by my throat to stop me in my tracks. He picked me up with one move and threw me on the bed. My head hit the headboard. I winced in pain. He quickly got on top of me and pushed my legs opened. He was pulling at my pants but they fit me so snug it was harder than he planned. I tried to kick him again and he fell back taking me with him. I was on top of him now. I tried running again but he was on me like an animal. He kept grabbing at my pants until they gave way. I kept yelling at him to stop. I hit the floor several times hoping someone would hear even though I remember my neighbor downstairs leaving as we were coming in. He worked nights. I was desperate.
I kicked at him again but it only made my situation worse. He had pulled my pants down below my buttocks and was pinning me face down. I couldn’t breathe. He had my face in the carpet. I felt him part my legs with his knees and my skin felt like it was tearing.
”No! Please no!”
I felt a tear at the entrance of my backside. I cried in pain. No one could hear me though. My head was being held down in the carpet. I kept yelling and kicking and I tried to reach back and scratch him. He pinned my arms down and violently entered me. He thrust inside me so hard I moved a few inches over the carpet burning my face and chest. I tried one last time to kick him and then I heard a loud noise. Someone was at the door yelling, “Police! Police!”
He pushed off of me pulling his pants up and grabbing something that was on the floor. He grabbed it so quickly I couldn’t tell what it was until it was at my throat. He had a gun!
The police were at my bedroom door, guns raised and looking at Quentin.
A female officer came in from behind the four male officers and looked at me. I knew she was specifically there for me to help me whenever this nightmare was over. I looked at her pleading to please move so the police could kill this sonofabitch. She must have read my mind because she stepped back. The officer in the back came forward, lowering his gun.
“What is your name,” he asked looking at me.
“Toni. Toni,” I said gasping for air.
He looked at Quentin.
“What is your name he asked him?”
Quentin’s hold got tighter. I felt myself getting faint.
“What do you need to know my name for,” he asked yelling like a madman.
“What is your name,” the officer asked him again even stern.
“My name is Q,” he said pulling us both backwards.
“Quentin, there is nowhere to go. Let her go.”
The Officer stepped towards us.
His arm seemed like it was part of my throat. I could breath. I tried to speak with the energy I had left.
The officer raised his gun. I could tell he was not one to play games with. I hoped I was right. I took my last ditch effort and elbowed him in the gut. I caught him off guard and dropped to the floor. He raised his gun and then I heard a shot fired.
Quentin fell to the floor grabbing his arm, yelling like a bitch!
I kicked him in his face once, twice, three times before the lady officer restrained me. I screamed obscenities at him as she ushered me away. That night my home became a crime scene.
The female officer turned out to be a paramedic. She introduced herself as Sean and started looking me over to see where to start. She started putting my arm in a soft cast when the officers walked rather pushed Quentin into the squad car.
We both stopped and looked at him as he stared at me with eyes that were cold and empty. My instincts had been right about him. Only if I would have let his ass walk by my car but I knew that I wasn’t thinking clearly. He had been watching me, stalking me, waiting to pounce. It might not have been planned for tonight. But he had been determined. I looked away from him and starting crying. I couldn’t help it. I started crying uncontrollably and Sean stopped touching me for a moment to see if I would calm. I didn’t. I felt my body get weaker, giving up. When I opened my eyes I was on my ride to the ER.