He is standing there and I see my mom sprawled over her bed with her skirt up to her waist and no underwear. Her red hooker boots are still on but she is out cold. Fear hits me, I have to get away but I am pretty sure he can take me. I figure if I can get down to the kitchen I can find a knife to defend myself.
“I was just coming to get you. Your mom passed out on me.” He leers at me with a sleazy smile across his lips.
“My boyfriend will be here in a minute to get me.” I start walking down the steps. I don’t want to alert him to my plan of defense.
“Don’t worry, it will only take a minute. Your mom has already prepped me so I just need you to finish me.” He follows me down the stairs and I swallow hard. Tears are pricking at my eyes; I am praying Trent gets here faster than he said. I should have stayed in my locked room.
When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I debate left to the kitchen or right to the door. Something tells me left to the kitchen so I follow my gut.
“Sorry to disappoint you, I’m not my mother. The apple didn’t fall from that tree.” I say turning on the light in the kitchen. My eyes start searching desperately around the countertops.
“No, you’re definitely not your mother.” He looks me up and down again and I see him imagining me naked in his mind. “I’m sure you are much tighter.” He stays in the doorway thinking he has me trapped.
“Listen…Bill. I am not going to sleep with you. My very large boyfriend will be here any minute so I suggest you get your shit and leave or go upstairs and after my mom sleeps it off I am sure she will fuck you.” Opening a drawer I find a knife. Not a big one but enough to wound him giving me time to get away if he touches me.
“That’s where you are wrong sweet one. “ His words are slurring. He walks over to the fridge and I turn away making my way to the doorway he came from with the knife behind my back. “You are going to fuck me right here in this kitchen.” He cracks open a beer downing it then throwing it across the counter.
I walk backwards towards the door but he walks towards me so I turn and run to the door. He grabs me by my stomach from behind throwing me to the ground. The duffle bag slams to the floor and I hear glass breaking. Before I can get the knife out he is on top of me unbuttoning my pants. I bring the knife up to him and he puts his fingers around my wrist bending it back until I release the knife. “Did you really think you could out strong me?” His hand reaches down my pants and underwear and I feel his fingers inside of me. I release the tears that are building letting them spill down my cheeks. I scream for help but I know my mom will never hear me.
Luckily he has to release my wrist in order to undo his own pants and pull mine down. My fingers slowly get the knife again as he is concentrating on his own zipper. I slash his shoulder with it and squirm my way around him. Crawling backwards my back hits the wall and I get up letting the wall support me.
“You bitch.” He spats at me helplessly lying on the ground holding his shoulder.
“Get the fuck out.” The bloody knife is still in my hands.
“Not on your life sweet one.” He comes closer but I am prepared to stab him.
“Don’t come any closer.” I threaten but he doesn’t listen rushing towards me pushing me against the wall.
He grabs my hair back pulling my head down while holding my wrist with the knife down at my side. He licks my neck “you smell so much better than your mother. Like fucking heaven and I can’t wait to be inside you.” He takes his hand out of my hair to pull my pants down but realizes he needs both hands so he takes the knife out of my hand throwing it across the room.
Knowing I have nothing else and I can’t get away I start begging him. “Please don’t do this.” He tosses me towards the stairs and my back hits the second stair hard across my spine making me shocked from the pain. He jumps on top of me but I try to crawl up the stairs away from him but all he does is pull my pants down further while he follows me. Once my jeans are off freeing my feet I kick him in the chest and he tumbles down a few stairs but recovers quickly.
“I’m pregnant.” I plead but he doesn’t stop.
“Nice try. I bet you are still a virgin which will make this so worth it.” He grabs my breast and he moves my underwear to the side right before he is about to enter me I hear my mom’s front door open.
“Maddy?” Trent is calling me and I have never been so thankful and embarrassed at the same time.
“Trent.” I scream but Bill covers my mouth hoping he won’t find us. Drunken asshole.
Trent comes up grabbing Bill and throwing him down the stairs. He glances up to me and I see the fury in his eyes. Grabbing Bill by his silk shirt Trent punches him right across the face knocking him out. Once Trent knows Bill isn’t getting up he comes over to the stairs carrying my jeans.
“Maddy, are you ok baby?” He holds me close to him while I cry into his chest. “Did he…” he hesitantly asks.
I shake my head back and forth. “No, you got here just in time.”
“Oh thank god.” He pulls his phone out calling 911.
“Trent…” I look down at the stair.
“Oh shit Maddy.” He grabs me closer telling the operator “we need an ambulance right away.”
I hear her before she reaches my room. “Where is she, Madeline Jennings?” Her voice so demanding I am sure the nurse behind the counter is shaking.
“Ma’am, are you family?” The young nurse makes her first mistake.
“Yes, why else would I be here.” She exclaims back.
“May I ask the relation?” Second mistake for the nurse. One more and she will get the wrath of this woman.
“I am her mother.” She surprisingly announces.
“By all means Mrs. Jennings, go ahead. Room 208.” The nurse says apologetically.
The clicking of her heels is loud to the quiet hospital night. I knew Trent would call her. I didn’t want him to though, I already feel so guilty and ashamed but he didn’t know what to do when I shut down.
“Oh Trent” she embraces him right away and I can feel both their eyes shift to me and then look at each other as Trent tries to tell his mom silently that he is at a loss.
“Maddy sweetheart.” Her hand touches my back and tears instantly fall from my face. I am facing the window trying to shut down everything that happened. “Talk to me.” She begs but I can’t turn around, I can’t face her.
She sits behind me rubbing my back in small circles while telling me it will be ok. Trent did the same thing but it’s different coming from her maybe because she is a mother. My rapid breathing and gasping to catch my breath through my tears is starting to slow down a little. “Please Maddy, look at me.”
I slowly start to turn around but my eyes meet Trent’s and I shut down again burying my head in the pillow.
“Trent dear, go get something to drink. Give us a minute. Your father is in the waiting room down the hall.” She motions with her hand to leave and smiles to confirm it will be ok. Always so motherly.
He leaves the room and she scoots up so her body rests against the headboard, taking my head and putting it in her lap brushing my hair with her manicured nails.
“Honey you can talk to me.” She softly says.
“I lost it.” I whisper into her stomach tears staining her dress.
“I know baby, I know.” She listens not saying anything more.
“I shouldn’t have gone there. Only shitty things happen to me there, I should have known something like this would happen. It’s all my fault.” I start rambling. It feels better getting it out.
“No Maddy, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. Don’t you ever think that?” She says stopping her hand for a second.