Title: Helpless
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1 of 1
Disclaimer:The people in this story belong to me, for they are
fictional and I own all that is fictional. Well, ok, just what is in
this story. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: R
Content: Cussing and the issue of rape
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I
don't know yet *L*.
Summary: What do you do when your safety is jeopardized by someone you
trust?
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Ryan had been my best friend for years. Well, my best guy friend. We
had met in grade school, and I'd play ball with him, even though boys
were icky. He always came to me with his girl problems in high school.
And I came to him when my heart was broken. He would always wrap an
arm around my shoulders and say, "Lana, babe, men are pigs. You are to
good for any man." Ryan always made me smile when he said that.
After graduation he had joined the Air Force and left me all alone. He
wrote me letters all the time and sometimes he would call too, but it
wasn't the same. He came back for Christmas and that's when our
friendship changed forever.
I'll never forget that night as long as I live. It was a dark, snowy
night a few days after Christmas. I was all alone in the middle of
nowhere. My best friend and I shared the house, and I was waiting for
her to get home. Ryan called, he was home and wanted to come all the
way out there to see me before he had to leave again. I was so excited
to see him again.
When he walked in my front door I immediately knew that this was not
the Ryan I had been friend with. His brown eyes looked glazed and
empty. His usually friendly smile was more of a sneer. And when he
hugged me, he held on to long. I could smell the alcohol on his
breath. For the first time in my life, I was scared of Ryan.
I gulped and tried to force the thoughts of fear out of my head. I led
him into the living room and I sat in an old rocking chair. Ryan
kneeled next to me, never taking his eyes off of me.
Ryan leaned over and grabbed my face in his hands. "Wanna know what I
want for Christmas?" he asked in a low voice. I shook my head, but it
didn't matter. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the floor,
being held down.
I felt like I was watching a scene from a movie. LIke I was watching
myself from somewhere else. I could see myself crying, my small hands
beating against his chest. But it was doing no good. He just grabbed
my dark hair, making me yell. Could I do what i needed to do to stop
him? He was my best friend, could I hurt him? I knew I couldn't. I
couldn't hurt a friend.
I yelled at him to get off of me and when he didn't, I screamed,
hoping someone would hear me. There were two houses within a stones
throw distance. Ryan grabbed my head and slammed it into the floor.
"No one will hear you." He growled. I tried to push him away but he
held my wrists. "You're helpless." He laughed.
Something snapped inside me. I was not helpless. I refused to be
helpless. Ryan was not going to make me helpless. I could never hurt a
friend. But this Ryan was not my friend, he was a stranger. A stranger
who was hurting me. IF he thought he was going to get away unscathed,
he was wrong.
With all my strength I raised my knee so it connected with his groin.
He yelped and I rolled him off of me and I ran. I had no idea where I
was going, but I wasn't about to stay. I had never been so scared in
my life