Bedtime Stories Ch. 02

He tortured himself about it while he watched TV after supper. He stayed up waiting for her until 10, 11, 12. Finally just after 12, he headed to bed. He burrowed under the covers and forced himself to fall asleep.

He awoke with a start when he heard the door to a vehicle slam in the driveway. He peeked through his blinds and saw Jenny stumbling up the porch steps. The thong on one of her sandals was broken, and she was holding the front of her dress up with her left hand. Half of its wooden beads were missing. When the porch light fell across her face, he saw a streak of mascara running down both cheeks. He thought he noticed a streak of blood on her face, beginning at the right corner of her mouth. Oh no. Oh God no.

He took all of that information in over a matter of mere seconds, and then he was out of bed and headed to meet her at the door. He heard his brother snoring when he entered the hall, so Jenny's parents must be sound asleep.

Jenny fumbled with her key at the lock. Joey opened the door before she could figure it out. She looked up at him and began to cry. He expected her to fall into his arms and began to reach for her, but she skirted past him and down the hall to the bathroom. She shut the door, and he heard the shower water. How could he be someone she could trust if she ran away from him?

.......

The same day she'd felt rejected because of Joey's avoidance and inattention, Rick, Jenny's ex-boyfriend had called. Normally she didn't answer when he called, not since he dumped her, but this time she tapped the green button on her touch screen to take the call. His friends were going out of town to some clubs the next night, and he couldn't go because he had to work the day after. He was thinking about her. He missed her. He was sorry things had to turn out the way they had. He hoped she understood that he wanted her to have her freedom when she went to college.

The way he turned it around, he seemed like a perfect gentleman and not at all like a pushy, jerk who dumped her because she wouldn't put out, and he wanted to be able to fuck every girl he met at college without worrying about Jenny's reaction. She was feeling vulnerable, hurt, and unpretty. She agreed to meet him for a movie.

Jenny wished she could erase the whole day from her memory. She hadn't even wanted to kiss him. She just wanted a little attention, a companion, to reminisce before they parted ways. She wasn't a slut, and she wasn't going to put out for him just to get him back. She'd decided that before she even agreed on the telephone to meet him the next night.

She hadn't told her parents where she was really going. She'd thought they would judge her. She said she was meeting a friend from work and going out to eat and bowling. She hadn't spoken to Joey in nearly two days. It occurred to her when they left the movie and got in Rick's car to "go for a ride" that no one, anywhere, except she and Rick, knew where she was.

Rick had taken her down a dark, washboard, dirt road just outside of town. There probably wasn't a house for miles. He told her he wanted to show her the fireflies, turned his truck engine off and cut the lights. Immediately he was on her, grabbing at her. He ripped the tie on her dress groping for her breasts, and beads fell to the floor. He tore her bra and broke the clasp.

He kissed her, reached up her dress, and asked if her pussy was wet as he shoved a dry finger deep inside. She cried out in pain. She fought against him every inch of the way and reached behind her, trying to find the door handle. "Get off of me!" she screamed. The next time he tried to kiss her, she bit him HARD.

Rick drew his hand back and backhanded her across the face. Her upper lip crushed into her teeth, and her mouth filled with the taste of her blood. Rick said, "If you don't stop fighting, I won't just fuck you. I'll fuck you, and then I'll kill you, and I'll leave your dead body deep in these woods where nobody will ever find you." He'd never been like this before, but she'd never bitten him before either.

She stopped fighting. Jenny tried to be "absent" for the rest of it, but she was fully aware when he pulled up her dress and ripped off her panties. He stuffed them into his glove compartment and slammed it shut. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward him, causing her head to bump against the passenger door of his pick-up. She cried out in pain and astonishment.

"Be quiet, bitch. You're going to give me what you owe me this time. Movie tickets aren't free." Did he really feel that way? All those times at the end of a date when he'd pushed so hard and she'd barely held him off, was that what he thought? She was denying him what he paid for?

She knew she should keep quiet, but her pride won out over her sense of self-preservation. "I'm not a whore," she spat.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck, which he began to suck and bite, leaving marks. When he released her, he said, "No... if you were a whore, you'd be much better at this."

He fucked her not once, but twice. She was dry and tight. He pushed his cock inside anyway, roughly. He'd made her suck him hard after the first time and then raped her again.

Her vagina hurt from the tiny abrasions he caused as he fucked her. When she walked from her Jeep to the door at home, every step brought pain because of the bruising Rick had caused to her groin. Her face hurt, and he head ached. She hoped everyone was asleep. She didn't want anyone to know. No one.