David Handler - The Blood Red Indian Summer

She woke up with a gasp, her heart pounding. Sweat poured from her as she lay there in bed under a single sheet. It was that awful nightmare-again. The one where he came for her in the night, hungry for her. The one where he did those horrible things to her. And she couldnt stop him no matter how hard she fought him or-

Scritch Scritch

Except this was no nightmare. It was real. He was out there in the hallway turning the knob on her locked door, first one way, then the other.

Scritch Scritch

She scrambled up to a seated position, knees hugged to her chest, her breath quick and shallow, eyes wide with terror. It was 3:13 A.M. according to her bedside clock. Moonlight streamed in the open window.

Scritch Scritch

Such a tiny noise. But her senses were so alive that it had yanked her awake. Because she was expecting it, fearing it. That was why shed locked her bedroom door.

Scritch Scritch

He was being real quiet so he wouldnt awaken anyone else. The bastard. She stared at the door in the moonlight, defenseless and alone. She couldnt cry out for help. If she did, then it would no longer be a secret. And it had to stay a secret. Just had to. That was the only thing that was saving her right now. That no one knew. Although they would soon enough, because there was no way she could hide the awful truth that was growing inside her right at this very-

Plink Plink

A different sound. Now he was, what, inserting a key in the lock? He had a key to her door. How? No point in wondering how. He always figured out how to get in when he wanted her. Had there ever been such a vile man on the face of this earth? No, never. She had to get out of here. Just had to.

Plink Plink

Desperately, her eyes searched for a way out. There was the door. There was the window-a second-floor window with its priceless waterfront view of Long Island Sound smack dab at the mouth of the Connecticut River. It was, what, a fifteen-foot drop out the window to the stone terrace below? Shed break both legs for sure. She could try to climb out the window and up onto the roof. Except she wasnt Catwoman. She was a flesh and blood girl. A flesh and blood girl who was about to be brutalized yet again.

Kerchunk

Hed done it now. Unlocked the door.

Hurriedly, she lay back down, stiff as a board in her sleeveless T-shirt and panties. Pretended she was asleep as, oh-so slowly, he swung the door open. Every cell in her body screamed at her to run. Yet she forced herself to remain motionless, breathing slowly and evenly. She couldnt overpower him. He was too strong for her. Unbelievably strong. She had to outfox him. He was incredibly wily. But she had to try.

He tiptoed toward her bed, silent like the predatory night creature that he was. She could smell his sweaty animal scent. He was an animal, not a person who had any genuine feelings or sense of decency. He tiptoed closer and closer, her heart hammering inside of her chest as she lay there motionless. He came around to one side of the bed. Now he was right there next to her nightstand, reaching for her

She bolted out of the other side of the bed and made a dash for the open door. She caught him by surprise. He dove for her but missed her. She ran out the door and down the hallway to the stairs, silent on her bare feet. She had no idea where she was going. Just away. Down the stairs she ran, hearing him coming after her. Toward the kitchen, then out the kitchen door onto the fieldstone terrace, where she tripped over a garden hose and went down hard, scraping both knees. But she sprang right back up and kept on running as he barreled out the door after her. She ran across the lawn toward the water, hearing her own frightened gasps. She was not a fast runner. And he was so shockingly quick that within seconds hed caught her from behind, ripping her T-shirt as he tackled her to the damp grass.

Why do you make me chase you? he whispered, pinning her body to the grass with his knees. His hands gripped her tightly by both wrists. You know you want me.

Why cant you leave me alone? she moaned, squirming in his grasp.

Because youre mine. One of his hands went to her throat, squeezing it so hard she couldnt breathe. Youll always be mine. He let go of her throat and fell on her like an oak tree, nuzzling her neck, his breath reeking of alcohol.

She writhed beneath him, shuddering with revulsion as he rubbed himself against her, making her feel how aroused he was. He ran a hand up and down her bare leg, his fingers finding her panties. When she started to scream he clamped his other hand over her mouth.

So beautiful, he whispered, rising up onto one knee to unzip his pants.

That was when she took her best and only shot-kneed him in the groin as hard as she could. He let out a groan of pure pain, releasing his grip on her. She scrambled out from under him and started running again. There was only one means of escape. She took it. Dashed across the narrow ribbon of sand and dove headfirst into the water, shocked by how cold it was. She started to swim, the salt water stinging her scraped knees. Her stroke had never been smooth. It wasnt much more than a frantic dog paddle, her arms and legs working hard, nose up out of the water. But it got her where she was going, away, as she watched him over her shoulder.

He stood at the waters edge, fully clothed. Come back, girl, he called to her softly. Didnt raise his voice. That would wake people up. He always remembered to keep quiet. He was pure evil that way. Come on, stop this foolishness. He watched her for another moment before he took off his shirt and yanked off his shoes. But by now she was at least a hundred feet out and he wasnt much of a swimmer. He changed his mind and didnt come in after her. Just stood there and waited, knowing shed eventually get tired and cold and would have to come back.

Except she wasnt coming back. He wasnt going to have her. Never again. She swam farther and farther out, away, until she could no longer see him standing there. All she saw were a few porch lights twinkling here and there at neighboring houses. All she heard was her own breathing, hard but steady, as the rivers current sent her farther out into the Sound. Free of him. Free.

She turned over onto her back and floated, gazing up at the half-moon and stars that were poking through the hazy sky. The water didnt seem as cold to her now. She just felt numb. Also terribly aware. It was all so clear to her now. How she could never be truly free of that evil bastard. Never escape the awful reality of what hed done to her. It would never, ever be good between her and the man she loved once he found out the truth. And he would soon enough. Everyone would. She wouldnt be able to hide it much longer. And then shed lose him and that smile of his that made her melt. He would never smile at her again. Never love her. No man would.

Leave town. Thats what she should do. Move to a place far, far away where nobody knew her and the evil bastard couldnt find her. She could take a new name and start all over again, truly free. Who was she fooling? Shed never be free again. Never be able to forget what hed done to her. Shed had so many beautiful dreams for her future. Now they seemed like nothing more than stupid schoolgirl fantasies. This was all there was. This life. This evil bastard who would not leave her alone. There was no getting away and she knew it as she floated there, letting the current take her farther out to sea-so far out that she could barely see the twinkle of lights on shore.

Except, wait, she did have control. The absolute truth of this smacked her with a sudden sureness that was unlike anything shed ever felt before. She had a choice. Sure she did. She could choose to let the sea take her away. Then hed never be able to touch her again. And shed never have to confess her terrible secret. No one would ever have to know. She could get away. Yes, she could. All she had to do was keep swimming. It seemed so perfectly clear to her. She wasnt wigging out or anything. She was being completely rational and mature.