Chapter 13



Rachel
I looked out of the train window into the dark November night. It was a weird feeling I had, like something wasn't right. I had no idea what that could be though. I had taken this train ride a million times, sometimes hours later then this, but it still felt weird. Maybe because the train car was completely void of people. Or, not that I wanted to admit this, but maybe I feel so awkward because for the first time in my entire relationship with Isaac, he actually listened to me.

I told him not to meet me at the train station and he agreed and he really meant it this time. I guess, even though I always complain about it, I miss that security of knowing that he's gonna be there waiting for me.

Oh well, I got what I wished for I guess. I continued to stare out into the dark night sky for I would say another twenty minutes before someone finally came onto the train. I looked over in the direction I heard them sit down. It was a scraggily looking man in his late thirties and he creep me from the first glance at him.

He sat down on a seat that was facing me and I would be lying if I told you I didn't feel him take his eyes off of me for at least the next fifteen minutes. I looked at my watch and it read quarter to eleven which meant I only had another twenty minutes or so to go.

I couldn't control myself from glancing over in his direction and every time I looked over, there were his eyes, watching me. I took a deep breath and instinct told me to do something that I never thought I would do. I decided to call Isaac and make sure he would be waiting there at the train station.

Something about this guy told me not to take any chances and it was bad enough that I was gonna have to walk off the train onto the platform by myself. I just didn't feel safe and Isaac would give me some piece of mind. I dialed his number, probably quicker then I ever had dialed it and I placed it to my ear trying to pretend that I didn't notice the man's violating eyes.

I waited a few seconds for it to connect, but I still heard nothing like it wasn't gonna let me dial out. I looked down at the screen of my cell phone and immediately saw that I had like half a bar of service. There was no way it was gonna let me call. So for the next few minutes I turned my phone on and off trying to see if it would give me just a little more service, when finally my phone beeped telling me that I had like five minutes before my phone died.

The last thing I wanted was to have my phone die before I got to Isaac apartment. "Can't get service huh?" he said from across the way.

I froze for a moment. I had no clue what I should do. You never talk to creeps especially in New York, but then again, if I ignore him it might make him angry, “No, it just wont connect,” I said not daring to look in his direction.

I heard a shuffle and I didn’t have to look to know that he was walking over to me. He sat down across from me, “Yeah, I hate when that happens,” he said.

I looked up at him and he was smiling in such away that I felt every hair on my body stand on end. “So, who were you trying to call?” he asked.

Once again, I paused, “My boyfriend,” I finally said, probably a little to loud and a little to rushed.

“I should have known a beautiful girl like you would have had a man,” he said leaning close to me.

I felt my heart beat just a little faster and I wanted to jump up and run, but I knew I had nowhere to go. “Yeah, he’s waiting for me at the train station. I just wanted to see if he was hungry,” I lied, coming up with that story as quickly as I could.

“I was gonna say, a pretty young girl like you shouldn’t be out by herself in this crazy city. You never know what psychos are around,” he winked at that comment.

I have never wished more than at that moment to have Isaac right here with me. I just smiled back and the conversation ceased and didn’t pick up again till the train stopped in Penn Station. “Can I help you with your bags?” he asked as I jumped to grab my bags.

“No, no it’s cool I got it,” I said.

“That’s rude, missy, you know that. When someone helps you, you should be a little nicer,” he said getting right up next to me and poking his finger roughly in my back.

In any other occasion I would have turned around and decked him, but instinct told me this time to just get away, “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, sure,” he said close to my ear and I want to run again, “Mmm, you smell like peaches,” he said sniffing my hair as he walked by.

I grabbed my bags quickly and ran off the train as fast as I could. I was shocked at how empty the platform was. It was desolate. I gripped the handle of my suitcase as tight as I ever had and tried to make my way up to the main floor of Penn Station. “You should let me help you, you know that?” I heard his voice again.

“No, really I have it I’m fine,” I told him now getting more daring and knowing I could run if I had to.

“What’s the problem, peaches?” he said grabbing the top of the suitcase handle and not gonna let it go.

“Please, just leave me alone,” I said to him, pleading with him to leave me alone.

He just turned and smiled at me and laughed. I reached quickly into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I need to call Isaac, he need to come here. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you, Peaches,” and just as I had hit the send button on my cell phone, he reached over and smacked it out of my hand.

I felt him grab my wrist and pull me to him quickly and I don’t know how or when but he had pulled out a switch blade. I screamed as loud as could before he was able to put his hand over my mouth and the knife to my neck.

Terror, I felt complete terror as he dragged me kicking and screaming into a closet of some sort and closed the door quickly, placing a chair in front the door. He threw me against the wall and I looked at him with fear as he walked up to me with a look of craziness in his eye, “Please don’t hurt me,” I begged as he placed the blade to my neck.

“Mmm, peaches, you teased me from the moment I laid eyes on you. The way you smiled, the soft tone of that pretty little voice, told me you were the one. I have plans for us tonight peaches,” he said, his lips inches from my face.

He ran his fingers from his free hand down my body and touching me, “No stop!” I yelled hoping that someone would hear me.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his hand connect with my face and the force of the hit was enough to cause my body to sag down. He reached down and pulled me up by my hair and quickly placing his hand over my mouth and the knife to my neck, “Now, now, sweet thing, now you know better. Don’t try anything stupid, you understand?” he said pushing his leg between my legs and forcing them open.

I whimpered into his hand and began to cry. I could taste cigarettes and alcohol on his hand and I knew that what he was gonna do to me at that very moment, before he even said a word, “Are you gonna be a good girl peaches?” he asked me.

I nodded knowing that my life was depending on it, “Good. I can’t wait to be inside you peaches,” he hissed and I felt my legs buckle.

He was gonna rape me. I never thought this could, would happen to me, but here I am. “I saw the way your eyes were looking at me and I know you want this. I’m gonna fuck your pretty little body so hard that your gonna taste my cum when I get off inside you. And then, you know what I’m gonna do peaches?” he asked me.

I was crying so hard it was hard for me to focus. I just kept thinking about what it was gonna feel like when he raped me. How I was gonna survive having to go threw such a horrible violation, how I was gonna ever be able to be intimate with Isaac or anyone for that matter after being subjected to such a horrific experience. He pushed me hard into the wall and my head connected with, “I asked you a damn question, I asked you if you know what I’m gonna do after I fuck you,” he pushed the knife just a little closer to my throat.

“What?” I choked out.

“I’m gonna slash this pretty little throat of your from ear to ear. I want to watch the life leave your eyes. I’m gonna stand over your nude body and watch you take your last gasping breaths,” my body slumped slightly as I lost control and let my tears flow.

“RACHEL!” I heard Isaac voice filled with panic call right outside the door and my eyes darted to it.

There was a little hope. Maybe he would find me before he killed me. I didn’t want to die. Oh my god, I didn’t want to die yet, not like this, “Oh, is that your boyfriend,” he asked me with an evil smirk, “Well, he seemed to be just a little late. It’s a shame that your boyfriend is gonna be so close but still to far away,” he said licking my face and I whimpered a little more.

He pulled the knife away from my face and in one swift motion he had cut open not only my shirt but my bra and my top as exposed to him, “Beautiful,” he breathed and leaned down and kissed my bare breasts.

I fought as hard as I could to pull away as he began to apply suction on my nipples. I could hear Isaac screaming for me and I begged for him to find me. He bite down into my nipple and I let out a muffled scream from underneath his hand. Without warning he took the knife and slashed the skin of my breasts cause blood to flow steadily from the gashing wound, “I told you to be a good girl. I’m gonna tell you one last time. If you don’t do what I tell you that will be your throat. I really don’t want to fuck your dead body but I will if you don’t listen,” I couldn’t deal. I just wanted to die before I had to go threw with this.

I shut my eyes and cried as I felt him remove his shirt. He lifted my skirt began touching me threw my panties, “Oh my, I can’t wait to shove my dick up there,” I could barely breath.

He keep saying over and over what he wanted to do, how he was gonna do and he ran his hands and the knife all over my body. I held my breath a few times when he ran the knife between my legs. “It’s time baby, enough playing. I been waiting for this,” he said about to cut open my underwear, but stopping suddenly.

He instead reached down and tried to undo his own pants. It was hard for him to keep the knife to my neck so he moved his arm so it was across my neck and he was just holding the knife. I looked down at him and saw that I could knee him and I would have a clear shot. I thought about it for a second, knowing I only had one shot and if I missed then that was it. I was dead.

But, I was as good as dead anyway. So, I made my decision to fight. I took a deep breath and then thrusted my leg up to in between his legs. It made contact with his disgusting privates and he feel as did the knife.

I have never moved so fast in my life. It took me a moment to move the chair from the door, but I was able to get it out of the way and open it before he got back up. I ran out of the room in fear not caring that half my body was exposed. The screams that I were making as I ran into the loading area were enough to wake the dead. I just ran and ran and screamed and screamed cause I knew he was right behind me and when he got me he was gonna kill me.

I heard a commotion behind me, but I didn’t dare look. Then I felt hands grab me from behind and I screamed even louder, “NO! PLEASE HELP ME!” but the arms didn’t let go, they just pulled me to the ground and I had no choice but to follow.

Isaac
I walked up the subway stairs as fast as I could without running. How could I be so dumb. I have never listened to her once in the entire time we have been dating and I started now. Why, wouldn't I come to meet her, not just because of her safety, but because I'm her boyfriend and I owe it to her to be here when she gets off the train.

I entered the main area of Penn Station and looked down at my watch. Oh boy was I late, as soon as I looked at my watch and saw the time, I knew that I was so beyond late. I stopped in front of the board and looked up to it to see if maybe I got lucky and the train was late. No such luck here train had been was here and had been here for a good five minutes.

I took a deep breath and moved over by the stairs for track two, the track that she was going to be coming up from. I watched a handful of people file off. Damn her train must have been very empty. I waited another minute and there was no sign of Rachel. I felt a little tug, wondering if maybe she just decided not to come. But, I was being stupid.

God, I just couldn’t wait to see her. I mean it had been almost two weeks and I have never missed her more then had over this last lay over. I found myself even bouncing slightly as I paced a little back and forth. I just wanted to see that beautiful smile coming at me.

Suddenly, from down the stairs was a screech. Someone is defiantly in trouble. I looked around for a moment to see if anyone else heard it and I seemed to have been the only one. I wasted no more time after that though and I quickly took off down the stairs.

As I came to the bottom, I looked around for any sign that there might be trouble and the entire floor was deserted. There was no sign of anyone and definitely no sign of trouble, “Hello? Is anyone down here?” I asked as I cautiously started to move around look for any sign of something.

There was no response, there was just nothing but complete silence. “Hello? I heard someone screaming I just want to make sure everyone is ok?” I asked again, starting to look down the flight of stairs that lead to the loading docks.

Maybe someone had fallen. I came up to the last flight all the way at the end and I pile of what looked to be abandoned luggage and other belongs scattered. I walked over quickly cause the way it looked wasn’t giving me a good feeling in my stomach.

It looked like someone had dropped it suddenly, like there was some kind of struggle. I walked up to the belongings and looked down at them. I bent down and picked up the jacket. It looked very familiar to me, but it wasn’t a original looking piece to begin with. Then it caught my eye, the cell phone laying on the ground open.

I picked it up and immediately the light went on and what I saw made me almost fall over. Isaac was what was on the screen and I put everything together. The jacket, the phone, it was Rachel’s.

I jumped up quickly and this time I began looking around like a maniac. I had heard Rachel scream. Something had happened to her. I felt light head and yet I felt full of energy. I needed to find her if something happened to her I would never forgive myself.

“RACHEL!” I screamed searching everywhere I could.

What if she was gone? What if someone had taken her and I never saw her again. The thoughts kept running threw my mind and I swore to myself that I would find her. I wasn’t gonna stop looking till I found her.

“RACHEL!” I screamed again.

I knew she could hear me. I knew she couldn’t have gone far. How could I be so stupid? If I would have just done what I always do, this wouldn’t be happening. She would be safe in my arms. Oh my god, what is happening to her.

I couldn’t stop my mind from racing into the horrible things someone could be doing to her. I swear I would kill them, I swear on my life that I will do whatever I have to do to protect her. I will find her if it’s the last god damn thing I do.

“RACHEL!” I screamed again, with more panic in my voice then I ever have had.

I guess this is what it felt like to lose someone who meant everything to you. The burning this was causing in my stomach, the pain in my heart just solidified how much I cared for her, “RACHEL!” I screamed once again, almost ready to actually begin to cry.

“Is something wrong?” some young guy asked me coming up next to me.

“My girlfriend,” I was barely able to get out, “She screamed... I ran down here.... her stuff is everywhere... I think something terrible happened! Please get help, please?” I begged him.

“Oh my god, sure thing man,” he said as he took off up the stairs.

I continued looking and searching. Praying that this was all some horrible joke or she had just feel or... anything but what I’m scared could be happening. I could feel my chest starting to close up as my breath became more shallowed. I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to keep looking, I felt like I might collapse.

Then all of a sudden, a hidden door flew open and Rachel cam running out, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her shirt and bra was split in half and her entire top was exposed. She was bleeding from a deep slit in her left breast. Her face was covered with a look of terror and as soon as I felt relief, I felt angry, scared and protective again.

I saw him coming running behind her. He was carrying a switchblade and had no shirt on. He looked like a psycho and I heard her keep saying in a low chant as she keep running and screaming, “He’s gonna kill me! He’s gonna rape me and kill me,” and I swear on my grandmother’s grave I have never in all my life felt more anger then I did at that moment.

It all made sense. Her cloths were completely disheveled and he had his pants half undone with his shirt off. He was gonna rape her and then take her life away. He will pay for it, the sick bastard, “Come back here, Peaches,” he kept saying trying to grab her and have his way with her.

I ran over and grabbed the first thing I could, a garbage can. I picked it up and ran directly into his stomach with it just as cops came running down the stairs. He had the wind knocked out of him and the knife fell from his hands. “We got him, we got him,” one of them said to me as they all drew there guns.

I had more things to worry about as they took care of the fucking bastard. If it wasn’t for Rachel still screaming and running I would probably tried to fuck him up!

I ran over to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her from behind, “NO! PLEASE HELP ME!” she was fighting me, trying to pull away as much as she could.

“No, baby it’s me. You’re ok, you’re ok,” I said to her trying to get her to stop kicking and screaming.

I had no choice but to pull her to the ground and she came down with me even though she was still fighting. “Help me, anyone,” she choked sounding like she was having trouble breathing.

I leaned my head against her and whispered softly in her ear, “Shhh, Rachel, Shhh, it’s me baby. It’s me,” she started to cry harder as I felt her body fall back into my chest.

“Isa...Isaac?” she choked out.

I let her go for a moment and crawled to the front of her so she could see me, “Don’t leave me, please, please!” she begged.

I felt her hands reach for me and I took a hold of her again, “I’m not leaving you ever. I’m right here, I’m right here. It’s gonna be ok baby,” I said stroking her tattered hair.

I pulled away just slightly to look at her. I tried to pull my jacket off quickly as her quivering hands gripped my arms, “NO! NO! I need you don’t leave!” she begged as she broke down into steady tears again.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” I told her taking her face in my hands. I looked into her tear drowned eyes and saw how her make-up was running down her face and the bruise that was beginning to form on her cheek, “Just, you shivering and your whole top is exposed let me put my jacket around you.” I said as soothing as I was capable of doing.

“I can’t, Isaac, I’m so... so scared. I can’t let go,” she said to me.

“Ok baby, ok,” I said kissing her forehead, “Here do this then for just one minute, ok?”

I took both her arms and moved them to my face so she could still be touching me. I took of my jacket as fast as I could and wrapped it around her broken body. “Ok, that’s better. Everything is ok now. You’re safe, I’m not gonna let him hurt you,” I told her she just nodded again as she kept crying.

She buried her face in my neck as I pulled her into an embrace. I rocked her and whispered soothing sounds in her ear, promising her no one would ever hurt her again. She just clung to me till a police officer came over and gently touched my shoulder, “We need to just get a brief statement from you, honey and then when you’re feeling a little better we can talk a little more, ok?” the gentle man said taking her hand.

She reached for my arm and gripped it harder then she ever had, “Can he come? I can’t... I can’t ... alone,” she said tears still flowing down her beautiful cheeks.

“Of course, “ he said. “Do you need a ride?” the one officer that had come over to us before had asked, “She doesn’t look like she is in any condition to travel threw the subway,”

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” I told him.

“Of course,” he said grabbing things and carrying them up the stairs.

“Come on, baby, lets get you home and look at that cut,” I said to her trying to pull her up and walk.

She stood and I could tell her legs weren’t gonna carry her. So I reached down and picked her up, carrying her like a husband would carry his new wife. She laid her limp head on my shoulder and let me help her. It was that moment that I knew, there was no one else for me.




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