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                Im having a good time, beer in hand, good tunes blasting and a little bit of a buzz on. I’m a 18 year old tan blonde, trying to look good on my first date after a bad break up. I’m dancing with a guy I had met a few weeks prior through the local convenient store I worked in. He was the boss’s son, good looking, very out spoken and seemed very trust worthy. You see, he had this friend. He was at least 7 feet tall, football player build and his skin was mid night black. He was his best friend, and yet I couldn’t understand why he kept staring at me. I brushed it off a few times, hey I was drunk. I found the bathroom down the hall of this apartment to maybe get some of the alcohol out of my system, and to touch up my makeup a bit.

                I returned to the kitchen and there was no one. I went in the living room and still, no one. Probably everyone went outside and had a smoke or something. That thought quickly left my head when I see the huge man come towards me saying “We are finally alone”. I laughed and took it as a joke. I asked where everyone was, and he proceeded to tell me that he kicked them all out. I gulped, that made my buzz vanish and my heart began racing. I asked him why he would do that and he explained to me that I was going to be his for the night and that my so called boy owes him money and this is mainly what happens. He brings him women.

                Thoughts race through my head, oh my god he is going to rape me and then kill me. I thought about my kids and desperately wanted to cry. As I’m thinking all of this, I hear yelling on the street out front. My boss’s 3 daughters are taking a baseball bat to my car and a jack knife to my two front tires! Come to find out, the jerk that traded me in like i was a payment due, was also yelling at me. Calling out horrible names, and then taking a swing at my car. I was yelling back, I didn’t know what the heck was going on, I was so confused. I couldn’t go down there or I was sure to get pounded by the 3 infuriated drunk sisters. But as I weighed my options I was thinking, well I’d rather get my butt kicked by them then get raped by a huge black man. So I went for the door, unfortunately he was much quicker than I was. He grabbed me, pulled me back and pushed me onto the couch.

                The women in the downstairs apartment must have called the cops because suddenly I hear sirens, thank god, I’m saved. The big huge man couldn’t believe it, ran into his room, and none the less what do you think he came back out with. If you were thinking a gun then you’re absolutely right. He assured me that I was to shut up and lie down on the couch and not say a word or he was going to blow my brains out. He stripped down into his boxers and tucked the little black gun in the elastic of his boxers behind him. What do I do now? Nothing, I did nothing. That stupid cop didn’t even come in, said there was a complaint of loud noise, believed that jerk in a snap of a finger that it wasn’t his unit.  Then he left. He waited until he pulled away and shuffled through his jeans pockets, pulled out some pills and chased it down with hard liquor. Here I am, thinking of ways that I could escape and came up with the plan of just go with it. He came and sat down beside me and i pretended that everything was fine and that he was so brave for protecting me from those girls and so on. He fell for it. I poured him some drinks and pretended I was drinking along with him. Whatever he had taken for pills helped make the process of him passing out go a little faster, because his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. I assured him I would be right back and that I was just going to the bathroom real quick. I skipped past the bathroom and headed out to the balcony and climbed down that rickety latter as fast as I possibly could, ran through the bushes scrapping just about every part of my body but I didn’t feel it. I had my keys ready, jumped in and took off in that car faster than I had ever done before. I was breathing fast, my heart was racing, and my whole body was shaking. As soon as I knew I was far enough away, I started to hysterically scream and cry and thank god for my life. That was my hell, my life almost ended there, and I will never forget what happened in that place.