The parking lot

I walked out of the school building, the last one to leave, happy that another day was finally over. It's not that I didn't like it here, but tonight was a special night for me and my boyfriend. This was our date night, and I wanted to hurry home and get ready. Date nights were always fun, especially when Logan would surprise me with some of the places he'd take me to. He would never tell me where we were going, we'd just go. There were times he made me wear a blindfold until we arrived at our destination. Date night had become the most exciting event in my life just for that reason.

I walked through the empty teacher's parking lot, fantasizing about where Logan might take me tonight. I was oblivious to the fact that I was being watched by an all too familiar pair of eyes as I walked toward my car. I unlocked the door, put my stuff on the front seat beside me, and climbed in. I started the car, and proceeded to back out, only to hear and feel the uneven thud of a flat tire. I stopped the car, got out, and checked out the damage. The passenger side front tire had been flattened. "Oh great! What am I going to do now?" I thought to myself.

I gathered up my personal effects, and stepped away from the car. I pulled my phone out of my purse, and was in the process of calling Logan when I heard a familiar voice behind me say, "Car trouble Miss Stephenson?"

I turned around, and there stood Jake. He was grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. He held a nasty looking switchblade knife in his right hand.

"You know the shame about tires is they're so easy to puncture," he said, looking at the knife appreciatively. "Now who would you be trying to call? Triple A?"

"Do you mean to tell me you did this to my car?" I looked at him, stunned.

"I'm not telling you anything," he nonchalantly spoke as he approached me. "Now why don't you put that phone down? There's no reason for you to call anyone. Help is here."

I scoffed at him. "Oh really? The same help who flattened my tire to begin with?" I slowly tried to back away from him, and found myself up against my car.

"There's no reason for you to be mad, Miss S," he replied. "Now put your phone away, or I'll cut you."

I was scared half to ****. I had no idea what Jake was capable of. I put my phone back in my purse.

"Good girl. Now give me the purse."

With trembling hands, I handed it over to him. "What do you want from me?"

"You know exactly what I want from you. You kept that note I wrote. Now why would you keep that note? I asked myself. The only reason I could come up with is because you want me to fuck you. Am I right, Miss S?" He twirled the knife around in his hand as he stopped a few inches in front of me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I spewed at him.

"I guess I'll have to **** your hand," he said, leering at me. "What I want from you is your clothes. Take them off. Take all of them off."