defy him. I continued to stare
not giving anything away before I turned and bolted for the door. I was
surprised he wasn't upon me quicker but I guess my actions took him by
surprise.
I frantically fumbled with the knob and let the door swing open hard as I
scrambled to grab my handbag and mobile from the chest of drawers on my way
through. I felt a resistance and was yanked back, I glanced over my shoulder to
see Reece's maddening eyes. He vigorously pulled on the strap of my bag and I fought
with everything I had knowing that my lifeline was in there. The clasp flew
open and with it, the contents of my bag as an array of possessions scattered
in different directions. This startled Reece and he loosened his hold, I took
this opportunity to pull the bag free from his clutches before I turned and ran
down the stairs.
I pushed several people out of my way not hesitating in my
desire to get as much distance from my attackers as possible. In my haste I
quickly glanced over my shoulder and saw Reece stroll onto the landing at the
top of the stairs, he wasn't chasing me but his stare cut deep into my sole. He
was psychotic, this couldn't have been the first time he'd committed such an
act he did it too easily.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I eagerly adjusted my
clothes all too aware of people staring. I felt as if everyone knew what had
happened and were laughing at me for being so foolish. I wanted to cry but I
needed to get out of here, I felt claustrophobic and needed air.
The cold air hit me as I opened the front door, there were
people scattered all over the front garden but were oblivious to my presence.
It had been raining, the wet gravel under my feet felt refreshing although
stung as I walked gingerly towards the road. I didn't have a game plan, I just
knew that I needed to get out of here and put further distance between myself
and the guys. I still hadn't seen Brooke, she could quite easily still be in
the house but I knew she could take care of herself better than what I could.
As I reached the edge of the driveway, I glance in both
directions. The night was starting to draw in, there were no street lights to
assist me but I vaguely remembered the direction in which we came in and
thought it best to start walking.
"Lauren!"
I heard my name being called, the panic quickly built inside me and I scurried
down the dark road with the voices getting quieter with every step I took. It
was an effort to even walk, my thighs were sore and I didn't even want to think
about the other areas that were hurting. I had a pinching sensation that just
wouldn't go away and although I didn't want to, I knew I needed to investigate
further. I stepped over some low lying brambles and staggered on the uneven
ground, I thrashed my hands around and managed to grab a branch to steady
myself. I worked my way around the tree to shield myself from the road and
rested my back on the tree as I tried to steady my breathing. The calling of my
name had now stopped, they'd probably got bored and returned to the party but I
knew I had to be ever vigilant. I breathed deeply and squatted with my back
firmly against the tree for support. This movement intensified my pain but I needed
to see what damage I had incurred. I lifted my dress and used the light from my
mobile to assess the damage pressing lightly on my thighs. Bruising was already
coming to the surface and as I moved my hand along the area I felt wetness. I brought
my hand up closer to inspect and under the light I could see that it was blood,
my heart sunk and I simply shook my head for being so foolish. I took the
material of my dress and used it to mop the area, it stung but I didn't want it
running down my legs. I held the area for a while, this contact seemed to ease
the pain ever so slightly but I couldn't stay here forever or even walk in such
a position. I removed my hand and glanced at my phone, "Shit!" I
didn't have any signal. "Think Lauren think, what are you going to
do?"
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Katherine Anne Porter, Darlene Harbour Unrue