Victim

When I woke up naked, shivering and alone I was lying under a bush
close by the rubbish dump.
I had no idea how I had found myself in such a predicament, but I
wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. My first worry
was to find something to cover myself, it was dark but if I could go
from the sound of the traffic I was close to a highway.
My body felt as if I had been hit by a bulldozer and I could see cuts
and bruises on what seemed like every inch of me. I started walking and
had trouble getting my leg to do what I wanted it to do, I would think
about that later. Right now I had to concentrate on getting home some
how.
As I made my painful way through the bush and shrubbery I tried to
figure out how and why this had happened, had I been in an accident? If
so, where were the policemen and the ambulance? It was very hard going.
Sometimes I saw flashes of dreams or was it deja vue? It felt as if I
were walking through quicksand and I wasn't making much progress.
At last , there was the highway. It was very busy, surely someone would
so see me and stop to help? The cars rushed by me at top speed, no one
seemed to find it in any way remarkable, a naked person on the side of
the road, or was it so that they went by too quickly to see me?
I was very tired, the events of the night were taking their toll, and
slowly I sat down at the side of the highway.
I had finished work early that day because we had not had a delivery
due to the strike at the works. The boss had given us permission to go
home and just as school children on the first day of vacation we had
dropped everything and had rushed away. My friend Carla had an
idea,
"Why don't we go to that new bar for a while, you are not expected home
right away are you?" I did not really want to go to the bar, but she
was my best friend, and I had not been out with her for some time. She
was beginning to think that I had become a bore since I had met
Tim.
We had gone in my car because Carla's was in the garage for a break
job. It was so as one would expect not very busy that hour, eight
o'clock, and we found a good place in a nice cosy hook where we had a
perfect view of everyone coming in.
I really couldn't remember which of us first noticed him, but it
gradually dawned on us that there on the bar sat one dream of a man,
nicely dressed, dark hair and with the bluest eyes we had ever seen. He
kept on looking at us, and after a while seeing that we had no problem
with his attention he sent the waiter over with a drink and the request
to join us. We certainly had no objections, especially Carla who was as
the saying goes "free and available".
It was a most enjoyable evening; Bart was a perfect gentleman and told
us that he was on holiday from his job as surgeon at a well known
hospital. He had had a rough time recently and had got leave of absence
from the powers that be, to try to get over the death of his wife a few
months earlier. Today he had really had to get away from the loving
care of his mother in law and had decided to go to this little bar
where he had spent a perfect evening or two with his wife Janice a few
years earlier. In fact she had discovered the bar with some of her
friends and had brought him there for drinks one day after work

It was getting late, Carla noticing that Bart was paying more attention
to me finally joined a group of people she knew at the bar, and told me
that she would get a ride with an old friend.
How the time flies when you're having fun. With a shock I realised that
Carla had left and that it was very late. I said goodbye to Bart and
hurried to the parking lot. I had just put the key in the lock when I
felt two strong arms holding me and a voice telling me " get into the
car." I could not see who it was at first and the hate and coldness in
the voice made my blood run cold. My knees turned to water, my brains
turned to jelly. I just did what he said without a whimper. The next
few hours were a nightmare that I would not wish on my worst
enemy."
I knew that I was going to die. He told me time and time again that I
was going to die. I had to do things that I had not even known were
possible. My body was numb while the screaming grew within me, I saw
Tim waiting for me to get home, Carla with swollen eyes crying and
blaming herself, my mother, my poor mother, mum please its not my
fault, I didn't do anything wrong. He looked like a nice person and I
had not planed to leave with him. I did not want to think about my
mother I was her only child. She would be alone now. Even in my
catatonic state I felt the pain in my vagina. I did not even speculate
about what he had done. I got out of there fast.
It was time to go on, I got up and began walking again, and I had no
idea where I was or where I was going. I just wanted to get the hell
away from there. My legs were beginning to feel very painful; I suppose
that the shock was wearing off a little. After a while I noticed that I
had trouble with seeing, then a short distance away I saw the flashing
lights of the police car. I hurried in that direction, at last, help. I
had forgotten that I was naked but now with rescue at hand I began to
think about it again. There was however nothing that I could do about
that now so I spoke to the first policeman I saw. He ignored me! No one
took any notice of me, a naked woman in need of help. A cold feeling
began creeping up my legs; all their attention was taken up by what
they saw in the ditch, on top of the rubbish thrown out by the drivers
on the highway for years. I did not want to go there, but the pull of
my curiosity was too strong to resist. There with wide spread legs,
naked bloody and badly beaten lay the remains of what at first was a
very pretty woman, now just a piece of rubbish in the bushes. I
recognised her you can bet your life I did because I had seen that same
face everyday in the mirror for twenty-five years.