J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

It was getting dark outside. She knew her parents would be wondering about her. She started walking. It was a bad section of town but Sally wasn't worried. She almost wished some man would jump out of the bushes and rape her. At least he would treat her like a woman.

She saw Bill's car returning. It made her angry. He had no business coming back. She had made that very plain. She waited by the streetlight as he pulled up to the curb. Bill opened the car door from the inside.

"Get in the car," he said.

"You go to hell!" she said.

She started walking again. She was tired of Bill and of his childish ways. She was going to have to find her a new boy friend to escort her around. There was no end to the possibilities, but she had the feeling she wouldn't find the man she was looking for in any of them.

Bill was following her. She heard his footsteps behind her. She turned to stop this for good. It wasn't Bill. It was the man she had struck in the bar. The plump man she had kicked in the balls. He wasn't going to be an easy victim this time. He had a long, wicked-looking knife in his hand.

"You kicked me," he sneered.

Sally was frightened and she started backing up.

"You little bitch," he said. "You kicked me. You kicked me in the balls. I only wanted a little feel. What was so wrong about that? You could have told me to leave. I would have left. But you had to kick me."

"Please," Sally whispered.

"You little shit!" he said. "I know your kind. You walk around thinking your ass is solid gold. Well, you ain't going to be so pretty anymore. Not anymore you ain't. Not when I get though with you."

Her back was against a wall. She could go no farther. He placed the tip of the knife under her throat. He pressed it closer until he was actually pricking her throat.

"Now you're scared," he said. "Now I've made you scared. Well I ain't going to kill you. I'm just going to mark you up a little. Just a little. So you won't think your ass is so precious anymore."

She knew he meant what he said. He was going to mark her up so that she would never be looked at again in the way that someone looks at an attractive girl. She could already see her face with ugly scars.

"Please," Sally said. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't scar me."

"Too late for that," he said. "Too late."

Somehow she twisted out from under him and tried to run. The razor-sharp knife pricked her arm and drew blood. The sight of her own blood gave her new strength. She twisted out of his grasp and started for the street.

He was no more than two steps behind her when she reached the street. She could feel his heavy breathing on her neck. And then she saw Bill's car, and it was like the cavalry coming to the rescue. She had never realized how big and impressive Bill was when he was angry.

He stopped the car against the curb and he was out in a minute.

"You fucking bastard!" Bill yelled as he reached for the burly man.

The man turned away but he was not fast enough. Sally was breathless as she watched Bill tear the knife out of the man's hand and fling it to the ground. He slammed the man's face against the stone wall of the buildings. Sally saw a smear of blood against the brick.

Bill struck the plump man a few more times before the man went to his knees.

"Please," the man begged. "I didn't hurt her. I wasn't going to. Honest to God! I was just going to scare her a little. Don't hit me no more. Please!"

Bill kicked him in the face and the man went out cold. Bill turned around to look at Sally. His face was savage. His hands were clenched tight and there was blood on them.

"Get in the Goddamn car, you dumb bitch!" Bill said.

"Yes, Bill," Sally said.

Bill had not really thought about the things he was saying. He only knew he was mad as hell. He had time to cool off a little as he walked to the car.

He slipped into the seat beside her and put the car into gear.

"I'm thirsty as hell," he said. "Reach back there and get me a beer."

That was something he had never done when Sally was in the car. Sally said she wouldn't stay in the same car with a boy who drank. But right now Bill just didn't give a damn about Sally's feelings.

He was surprised as hell when Sally handed him his beer. She even opened it for him. He took a deep swig and tried to calm down a little. He couldn't.

"You dumb bitch," Bill said. "Don't you know that you could have gotten killed out there?"

"Yes," Sally said.

"Stupid fucking bitch," Bill swore softly.

He took another drink of the beer. His temper started to mellow. He realized that there was something different about Sally. Something meek in her voice. He was sitting there cussing her and she was listening without protest.

Maybe a good cussing was what she needed all along.

"I'm going to drive up to the point," Bill said.

Sally wasn't sure what caused the new note in Bill's voice but she knew that it was exciting her. He was beginning to take, the same note of command that Duke had taken with her the first lime. She was even excited by his cussing her.

And now he wasn't asking her if he could take her to the point. He was simply taking her there. With or without her permission he was going to the point. Sally sighed. She knew he wouldn't keep this up but it had been nice while it lasted.

"I want to go home," Sally said.

"Fuck you," Bill said. "I'm tired of hearing about what you want. It's going to be what I want for a while."

Sally closed her hot thighs tightly together. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nobody had ever dared talk to her like that. She would soon put Bill in his place.

"I thank you for what you did back there," Sally said. "But that doesn't mean you own me. Now take me home."

Her voice was icy and she expected to see him turn the car around. He didn't. He was still driving toward the point. Sally couldn't believe what was happening.

"Bill," she said. "Didn't you hear me?"

"I hear you," Bill said.

"Then take me home."

"I don't think you're catching on," Bill said. "We're going to the point. Why don't you have a beer and calm down?"

Bill knew he was taking a chance. A big chance. He might have figured things out all wrong. But he felt like he had nothing to lose. His relationship with Sally was getting worse. Sally was using everybody in school. He was just not going to allow himself to be used any longer.

"A beer!" Sally said. "I don't believe you. Who do you think you are?"

Bill turned off on the dirt road that led up to the point. He drove without looking at Sally. He knew she was burning mad at him, but he didn't care. He was going to change things tonight or he was going to forget Sally ever existed.

He parked the car on the point and got out, making sure he took the keys with him. He didn't want Sally running off with his car. He was sure she was capable of doing something just like that.

He went to his trunk and took the blanket out. He stretched it out on the ground and sat down. He slowly finished his beer as Sally watched him from the car. She hadn't made any motion to get out. He drained the last drop from his can and threw it away.

"Sally," he called, "bring me another beer."

"Get it yourself," she said. "I'm staying right here."

"I don't think you're going to like it if I have to come and get it."

He was surprised to see her getting out of the car. She had his beer. She was smiling. He knew something was wrong. She opened the beer and held it out to him. He looked at it suspiciously as if she were holding out a snake, but reached to take it. At that instant Sally came around with a powerful swing that would have torn his head off if he'd been still sitting there. But he saw her hand coming and he'd moved fast enough to catch the full force of the blow on his shoulder.