No You Don't, Scumbag

I wanted to cry, and beg and plead with him not to hurt me. No, please don’t, I tried to say, but the voice said,

No you don’t, scumbag

Like an out-of-body experience, I watched as my arms flew out. My left hand flew to his face, long painted fingernails glinting in the light of passing street lamps. My thumb dug up into his nose and my scarlet nails digging into his eyes. My right hand found his testicles and squeezed. He screamed and flailed about. I felt moisture running down my fingers from his eyes.

The driver slammed on the brakes and spun around in his seat, just as both my heels crashed against his forehead.

Now we go

I somehow crawled over the sobbing man in the back. He was crying out for help. He was blind. I watched as my bloody hands unlatched and pushed open the back of the van.

Get his coat

I watched my hand pick up his coat from where he’d thrown it down.

Put it on

Somehow I struggled into the coat. The coat was big enough to hide my bloodied gown.

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