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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Predicament (03/01/12)

TITLE: A Way Out
By Jennifer Porter


Abby felt his hot breath against her neck “NO!” she screamed before his hand covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her as he ripped at her shirt, the buttons scattering in the old Cadillac to reveal her training bra.

The lecture her mother had given her just a week before came flooding back.

“Focus! Be aware of your surroundings! Fight back!

Mom was a high school teacher and didn’t want her daughter facing the same nightmarish predicament as some of her other students. It was also the reason Abby wasn’t allowed to date until she was sixteen.

Abby touched her neck and felt the sticky blood where her collar cut into her neck. “Oh God, help me!” she prayed.

Her date’s hands began ripping at her tight jeans and she looked around for help “This is what I get for sneaking out on a date?” she thought horrified, “for lying…”

Mom’s warning continued playing in her head, “Fight back! Most attackers are cowards looking for an easy prey. You are a tiny girl, rapists will think you are an easy mark.”

Abby had been so proud to be asked out by a senior! She flinched as his hand slid between her legs, “Stop! I don’t want to do this!” Her date ripped at her jeans and the silver button gave way. Abby screamed,”Please stop!” She felt like a terrified little girl.

“Don’t give up Abby!” a voice said. She looked at her date and wondered if he'd heard it too when the voice said, “Listen Abby... fight back.”

Just yesterday she thought this boy was cute! She felt her zipper give and scratched at his arm before feeling the back of his hand slam against her cheek. Tasting blood in her mouth she cried out, her tongue running across her split lip.

“Pull your feet up onto the seat. Use your feet, fight back!” Listening to the voice, she pulled her feet up onto the leather seat, turned her back against the door and pushed him away from her with all her strength.

She felt his soft flesh give beneath her penny-loafers and began to kick. She heard him curse and moan as each kick made its mark. While he was holding his ribs she tried the door handle and realized he’d locked the car doors.

“Unlock the door Abby!” The gentle voice in her head continued, “Just pull up on the lock and open the door!”

As he grabbed for her foot, she kicked again making contact.
“You crazy *&%*#!” He swore as she pulled up on the long skinny lock behind her and opened the door falling out onto the gravel parking lot.

“Now run Abby; don’t look back!” the voice persisted, “Run… now!” For a moment she wondered if this was a nightmare where she'd find her feet lodged in molasses, and was surprised her trembling legs could still run.

She took off toward the concession stand at the end of the old Drive-In and slipped through the door that read, “employees only” before hiding under the Formica counter-top.

Where were the employees? Why wasn’t anyone working?

“Hey Kiddo” an old woman bent over to see the child hiding under the counter, “You can’t be in here. Didn’t you see the sign?”

“Please…just call my mother, please…don’t make me go! He…”

An old woman with an Auntie Em bun scanned the torn clothing and feared the worst. “Okay Darlin’, I’ll call your Momma for you.”

Abby’s mother arrived and wrapped her arms around her girl before asking gently, “Did he hurt you?”

Taking a deep breath she replied, “He tried to… but I think I hurt him more. Mom… it was like you were there with me, I did what you said; I fought back!” Tears ran down her mother’s face, for she was thankful she’d taken the time to warn her daughter.

Abby continued, “It was like someone else was in the car with me, showing me a way out. I’m sorry I lied.”

“It looks like your Guardian Angel was on duty tonight?”

“Do you really believe that stuff?”

“Don’t you?” Her mother questioned.

Abby thought about the guiding voice and nodded, “Yah, I guess I do.”

Her mother patted her arm lovingly and asked, “You know you are grounded for a month right?” Laughter, sobs and tears all mingled together with the relief that she was safe.

This is a true story.

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C D Swanson 03/09/12
Oh my goodness! This made me so nervous, I was biting my lip. I am so thankful that you made it out of there! God was with you and protected you the entire time. Amazing...Isn't He?

Thank you for this heart jumping entry and for sharing a piece of your life.
It was well written and on topic, with a powerful message at the end.

God Bless you~
Mildred Sheldon03/09/12
Oh, the messes we create through disobedience. I love that still small voice that at times seems to shout. Beautifully written entry. Thank you and God bless.
C D Swanson 03/15/12

Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/15/12
Congratulations on your 3rd place ribbon and for ranking 15th overall!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/15/12
This is a great story. You did a wonderful job of capturing the emotions. Date Rape isn't an easy subject to write about but you did it well and will help others be aware of the danger they could be in.
Martha Black03/18/12
Mothers are awesome! Guardian angels are awesome! But God is the most awesome of all! What a difference it would have made if this story had of come out differently. Praise God it came out like this! You portrayed this well.
Peg Broussard04/24/12
Great story (the only problem I had here was the "training bra"). She would need to be younger than the story implies. I was drawn in and found myself fidgeting hoping the heroine would prevail! It is truly amazing the strength our Lord gives us when we need it most! You hit this on the head!