Sarah Kate - Pretty When She Cries

Nicole pulled into the gas station. She fixed her long blonde hair and smacked her rosy lips in the rearview mirror. It was impossible to tell she had just come off a thirty hour flight; she was perfect, cosmetics-commercial perfect. Nicole was the kind of girl that men scheme and make sacrifices to acquire as girlfriends. She was on her way to visit her boyfriend Cameron. He was going to flip when he saw her, he wasnt expecting her for another three months. After she pumped her gas she went inside to pay the clerk, who was busy at the time attending to someone else, so she grabbed a bag of chips and texted Cameron.

The guy at the counter was buying cigarettes, and fiddled with his wallet. The run down pickup truck outside must have been his, there werent any other vehicles. He was tall, thin, with a military hair cut and broad shoulders. He looked like he belonged in prison. At the back of his neck a black tattoo was half hidden by the edge of his tee-shirt. He turned around and looked right at her. Unlike most people, when this guy met her gaze he held it and didnt let go. His face was hard, like it had been cut from rock, and his mouth was brutally heavy.

His look was a bit disarming. Nicole glanced down at her phone again and pretended to be busy texting. He had bought whatever he was buying, but he wasnt moving from the counter. She was annoyed that she had to go and pay with him standing there.

This as well, thanks, she said to the clerk, tossing over the bag of chips.

She gave a quick sideways glance at the man. She was trying to ignore how close he was.

Anything else, said the clerk, automatically.

No. Just that, she said.

Youre two bucks short.

Sorry. She got her purse out again.

The man next to her had stepped back, and was lighting one of his cigarettes.

Youre an Aussie, he said round the thing in his mouth. He had a heavy American accent.

Thats right, she said, smiling politely.

Whereabouts are you from? He sounded more human than what his look would have suggested. He had nice brown eyes.

New South Wales, she said.

Sydney?

No.

Thats the only place I know, he said, laughing. Beautiful placethe opera building.

Yeah, its nice. She grabbed her chips to leave.

It was nice to meet you, he said.

You too, she said, going out. She had to pee quickly before she got back in the car. It was a hire car, compact and quite cute. She liked it.

There was a sign in the bathroom that said, Dont spit out tobacco in our washroom.

Nicole almost bumped into another woman who was heading out, as she was heading in.

Oops, sorry! said Nicole, laughing. She hated public toilets. She tried not to make contact with anything, including the people.

She came out of the stall, arranging her skirt, and washed her hands using the Dettol bottle she kept in her bag. She looked in the mirror, but didnt bother to put on any more make up. She was still an hour and a half away from Camerons place. She was surprised on the way out of the bathroom by someone coming in. He hit her, put his hand over her mouth to stifle her screaming, and forced her against the wall. She looked at him in silent panic. He was pressed against her tightly. It was the tattoo guy from inside.

Thats good. Dont scream or anything, he said, holding his hand over her mouth. Just do what I tell you, and youll be all right.

She nodded, whimpering a little. She didnt know what else to do. She was praying he would take her purse and run.

Got it? he said. I will fuck you up.

She nodded again. His words brought hot tears to her eyes.

Put your hands behind your backright behind your back! He grabbed her hands and put them behind her. She didnt scream. She just stared at him, all her face quivering. He crossed her hands at the wrists, and retrieving something from his back pocket, tied them together. He was looking at her face the entire time, but his hands knew how to tie her without looking. She kept her face turned slightly. She was paralyzed. She had always thought if ever she found herself in a situation like this, she would knee the guy in the balls and run. But she just stood there, numb, and now that her hands were bound she felt completely helpless.

He suddenly took hold of her around her body, stifling her mouth, and dragged her outside. He held her so tightly, she could hardly move. She could feel his hot breath against her ear.

Dont scream, or youre dead, he said. Ive got a knife in my pocket. Youre moving to that truck in front.

He half dragged and half carried her to his pickup. He opened the driver door and pushed her in. She was stunned this was happening in broad daylight. It happened so fast, she didnt even get to see if anyone was watching. He got in after her. Get down on the floorcrouch down therecrouch down!

Terrified, she got on the floor between the dashboard and seats. He shoved her head down a little further, and slammed the door. He started the engine, checking to see if anybody was looking. She was watching him, and he hit the top of her head with his fist, forcing her further into the floor. He backed out, and she felt the car dip as he pulled out of the gas station parking lot, very carefully.

Please she said.

Shut the fuck up and stay down! he said, watching the road. Every once in a while he hit her on the head or shoulders to keep her down. Driving carefully, he opened her bag and dug around. He got out her purse. Nicole Hudson, he said, looking at her drivers license. Twenty-two. Thats a good age, a sweet age. What are you doing all the way over here? Your parents know where you are?

He kept exploring the contents of her purse, glancing constantly at the road. She had several fifties and twenties in there. She was watching him, unable to control her spasms of shivering.

You can keep the money, she said. Please, just let me go.

I dont want your money, girl. He leaned over, and toyed with her hair. You a natural blonde?

She didnt answer him.

He found her cell phone and switched it off. Her fastened hands twitched behind her back. She really wanted to text her boyfriend, really just wanted to text him.

The man looked through the rest of her purse. He found some photos. Is that your boyfriend? he asked, showing her the picture of herself hugging Cameron. Seeing him made her want cry.

Yes, she said, without thinking.

Is that what youre doing flittering over here, visiting him? Long distance relationships He made a doubting sound. How long have you been with him?

Just over two years, she said in a trembling voice.

Is this your first visit to the states?

No. Ive been here before.

He put her stuff away, and kept driving. His face was hard, stoic, and a killer. Im going to rape you, he said.

She bowed her head, hardly able to keep back the tears she had held so tightly.

Im not going to kill you. But were going to have some fun together. Either that, or youre going to get badly hurt. He glanced at her, and she couldnt look at him. She tried to move her wrists, to loosen them. They wouldnt budge.

About fifteen minutes later, he took a left turn and went down another road. You can sit up now, he said, but she was paralyzed and couldnt move.

Leaning down, he pulled her off the floor and she sat in center of the car. The pickup had a single row of seats. He put his hand on her knee, and she lurched back against the corner of the seat, tucking her legs underneath herself. Please! she cried. Please, please, please!

Settle the fuck down, he said. He raised his leg and kicked her, landing a hard blow near her hip. She cried out, then went silent, pressing herself against the passenger door. She kept her legs tucked tightly together. He kept glancing at her and would run his finger under the hem of her skirt, just to freak her out.