Unexpected Savior

Lola waved goodbye to Sam as she started out down the sidewalk, knowing he would be confused as to why she had refused his offer to drive her home. She hoped he wouldn't be too upset with her or get the wrong idea, but she just needed some time alone to think. That and she needed to get home on time or her mother would have another hissy fit, or as close to it as the woman was able to come.

She let a soft, involuntary sigh escape her slightly parted lips as she abandoned herself to her thoughts. About Sam, about Ella, and Carla, and her mother and well...everyone. So wrapped up in thought was she that she failed to notice the shadow of a man following her at first and it wasn't until he was nearly upon her that she caught sight of him.

It was a chance glance that brought him to her attention. She had heard footsteps and then she saw him, and paused to let out a scream. Alas she was too late. She was slammed backwards into a nearby buildings brick wall. Her head had gotten a nasty knock and for a moment her vision swam, she couldn't make out the figure of the man, for she was sure that it was a man if nothing else, that was currently pinning her against the wall. However she would already feel the welt that was begining to form on the back of her head even as his lips roughly pressed against her neck, which he began licking and sucking his way down.

It disgusted her. She didn't know who he was but he didn't care either. Her intinct to fight, to struggle, to do anything to free herself from her attack kicked in and she flailed against him, but to no avail. This merely caused him to slap her hard across the face. "Get on the ground bitch," he said in a dark hiss, in a voice that was all too familiar but at which time she couldn't quite place. "I said get down," he said again, this time his voice increasing in volume as he shoved her roughly to the hard cement of the sidewalk below them.

Again she tried to cry out for help but a hand clamped down over her mouth, squeezing slightly while the other hand disappeared momentarily from view, only to be brought back to pinch one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She let out a muffled cry and her struggling started anew as he withdraw a knief and cut open, first her shirt and then her pants, watching them fall away with a sort of satisfaction.

Vision dark she sturggled still to make out his face, to put a name to her attacker, her soon to be rapist, for there was no mistaking what he intended to do with her next, and she knew that no amount of struggling would change her fate. He would get what he desired by sheer force if by nothing else.

The assailants lips twisted up into a faint smirk and then he punched her in the jaw, sending her mind reeling while he unzipped his fly, grabbing one of her hands, he forced her to stroke his already half-erect cock. "Yesssss do it bitch, or I'll kill you," he hissed in pleasure, and she obeyed. It wasn't as though she had any other choice with the knife now pressed up against her throat, blood forming at the tip and running down her neck as the blade sliced open a small layer of skin where it was being held.

She shut her eyes tightly wishing for it to end. As tore off her white panties and positioned himself at her entrance. "No!" she shrieked against his stifling palm. No it wasn't supposed to be like this. She was going to save herself for Same and...Her thoughts trailed off as he entered her in one quick thrust, his dry entrance ripping her open, and making her cry out before the pain assailed her sense, becoming her only existance before she was met with darkness.

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Lola's eyes fluttered open and she stared at her surroundings. White walls and a white bed, machines hooked up to her, and her mother sitting in a chair beside her bed asleep, grief written clearly across the woman's features even as she slumbered. 'Where am I?' she wondered as she looked around. 'A hospital?...but what hap....' her thoughts trailed off as they had the night before, and everything came rushing back to her in a torrent of terrifying images and sounds.

"No!" she shrieked aloud startling her mother into wakefulness as tears streamed down her cheeks like little rivers. It hadn't been a nightmare it had happened....and it was about that time, the time of the realization of what had in fact happened to her that she stopped wishing to the the center of attention. She would in fact keep attention away from her as much as possible. No one could find out, she couldn't let anyone else know. It was shameful, horrible, she would bury it. There had to be a way.

"Oh honey!" her mom exclaimed, tears now in her own eyes as she wrapped her arms around her daughter and the two of them sobbed together for the innocence that the girl had lost and for the terror and pain that she had been caused it its losing. Never again would she be the same. The teenage drama queen was no more.