Learning to Move Forward: Novella #3.5 by Cynthia P. O'Neill Page A
Authors: Cynthia P. O'Neill
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throat. “We are so good together, Grace. Just remember how good it felt, how I had you screaming my name when you came.”
I turned toward him, yelling, “I faked it, asshole!”
My comment must’ve angered him. His hands tightened, causing my head to hurt from the pull on my hair and my oxygen flow to restrict, making me feel light headed. “You will not lie to me. I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.”
I reached for my phone and pressed the speed dial number for Donny. I heard it connect. “Hello? Grace, where are you?” That was the last thing I remember before everything went black.
I remember waking to the pain of being slapped across the backside with a hard paddle. Both of my arms were bound together at the elbows and tied to the car door, immobilizing me, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.
I tried screaming, but he covered my body and whispered in my ear. “No one can hear you out here. Remember, we’re miles away from town and any houses. The only scream I want to keep hearing is you coming.” Nothing had gone as planned. I wanted to be swallowed up by the earth and just die.
“When I’m done making love to you, I’ll take you within a couple of blocks of your house and then we’re done. I need to return to school where there’s more experienced cunt to fuck.” He held me close and taunted me with these words in my ear, making me want to vomit.
I heard glass breaking and felt Barry being pulled away from me. There was a struggle, some punches thrown, and some obscenities flying that even a sailor wouldn’t dare repeat. A blanket was quickly thrown over me and my arms were released. “It’s okay, Grace, we’re here to protect you. I’m just sorry we took so long to pinpoint where you were.”
It was Donny. He and Freddie had used some software to pinpoint the closest cell tower my phone call had come from and found me. It’s just too bad the damage had been done.
He pulled me from the car and sat me on the backseat of my parents’ SUV. I noticed Freddie’s knuckles were a bit bloodied and watched as he wiped his hands on Barry’s shirt before going over to the car to retrieve the rest of my clothes.
They tried to talk me into calling the police and pressing charges, but I refused. I told them about the evidence on Barry’s phone and they wiped his memory card clean, even going to the extreme of resetting his phone to the factory settings, so he’d lose all of his contact numbers, photos, and everything.
“I feel like a damn fool. I wanted him to feel rejection and instead he—” I couldn’t even say the words that night. I’d already lost the “perfect” status when I lost my hand, but add this to the pile and I was sure my parents would disown me entirely. I wouldn’t risk that.
When Barry came to, he tried to rationalize that we’d been lovers and he’d only taken what I’d offered. Technically, that was true, since I’d offered my body freely a few nights ago. There was no evidence since he used condoms. He did get me to…I can’t say the words. I’m too embarrassed. I felt conflict that night. I guess I blocked certain aspects out of my mind, because now, when I think back on things, I’m still conflicted.
I remember both Donny and Freddie closing the doors on the SUV and walking over to Barry to have a talk. They didn’t want me to hear what was being said. It was funny to watch how fearful Barry was when Freddie held his fist up to him. In hindsight, I wish I’d had the chance to kick him in the nuts while he was unconscious.
Was I nothing more than a quick screw to him or anyone? I’d cried hard that night. I remember feeling my soul had been sucked from me. I just began existing at that point.
Donny, Freddie, and I swore that we’d never bring up what happened. They did encourage me to talk to Laurel a couple weeks later when they saw that I’d withdrawn emotionally from everyone around me. My parents and all my friends had noticed
I turned toward him, yelling, “I faked it, asshole!”
My comment must’ve angered him. His hands tightened, causing my head to hurt from the pull on my hair and my oxygen flow to restrict, making me feel light headed. “You will not lie to me. I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.”
I reached for my phone and pressed the speed dial number for Donny. I heard it connect. “Hello? Grace, where are you?” That was the last thing I remember before everything went black.
I remember waking to the pain of being slapped across the backside with a hard paddle. Both of my arms were bound together at the elbows and tied to the car door, immobilizing me, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.
I tried screaming, but he covered my body and whispered in my ear. “No one can hear you out here. Remember, we’re miles away from town and any houses. The only scream I want to keep hearing is you coming.” Nothing had gone as planned. I wanted to be swallowed up by the earth and just die.
“When I’m done making love to you, I’ll take you within a couple of blocks of your house and then we’re done. I need to return to school where there’s more experienced cunt to fuck.” He held me close and taunted me with these words in my ear, making me want to vomit.
I heard glass breaking and felt Barry being pulled away from me. There was a struggle, some punches thrown, and some obscenities flying that even a sailor wouldn’t dare repeat. A blanket was quickly thrown over me and my arms were released. “It’s okay, Grace, we’re here to protect you. I’m just sorry we took so long to pinpoint where you were.”
It was Donny. He and Freddie had used some software to pinpoint the closest cell tower my phone call had come from and found me. It’s just too bad the damage had been done.
He pulled me from the car and sat me on the backseat of my parents’ SUV. I noticed Freddie’s knuckles were a bit bloodied and watched as he wiped his hands on Barry’s shirt before going over to the car to retrieve the rest of my clothes.
They tried to talk me into calling the police and pressing charges, but I refused. I told them about the evidence on Barry’s phone and they wiped his memory card clean, even going to the extreme of resetting his phone to the factory settings, so he’d lose all of his contact numbers, photos, and everything.
“I feel like a damn fool. I wanted him to feel rejection and instead he—” I couldn’t even say the words that night. I’d already lost the “perfect” status when I lost my hand, but add this to the pile and I was sure my parents would disown me entirely. I wouldn’t risk that.
When Barry came to, he tried to rationalize that we’d been lovers and he’d only taken what I’d offered. Technically, that was true, since I’d offered my body freely a few nights ago. There was no evidence since he used condoms. He did get me to…I can’t say the words. I’m too embarrassed. I felt conflict that night. I guess I blocked certain aspects out of my mind, because now, when I think back on things, I’m still conflicted.
I remember both Donny and Freddie closing the doors on the SUV and walking over to Barry to have a talk. They didn’t want me to hear what was being said. It was funny to watch how fearful Barry was when Freddie held his fist up to him. In hindsight, I wish I’d had the chance to kick him in the nuts while he was unconscious.
Was I nothing more than a quick screw to him or anyone? I’d cried hard that night. I remember feeling my soul had been sucked from me. I just began existing at that point.
Donny, Freddie, and I swore that we’d never bring up what happened. They did encourage me to talk to Laurel a couple weeks later when they saw that I’d withdrawn emotionally from everyone around me. My parents and all my friends had noticed
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