Ambushed at a gas station

Days passed. I told no one of my encounter. Not Clara. Not my husband. Not even my own family. I spent the next few days trying to forget, to get on with my life as normal. I went to work. I came home. I had candlelight dinner with Johnny. We made sweet love. I smiled. After the fourth day, I felt like I could face up to it, even if a slightly, pushing the memory as far back as I could and not let it interfere with the good life I had.

That Friday afternoon, we were on our way to visit my parents downtown. Johnny and I left early, taking his car so that we could have a leisurely drive. We just had an amazing lunch so we were happily chatting away, all lovey dovey at out upcoming anniversary in the next few months. As he drove, we talked about plans. I gave him grandeur suggestions, while he preferred a beach date at the place where we first met. The decision was an easy one to make as he made my day for remembering where and when. The rest was playful history, even as we parked at a gas station to refuel because of his silly mistake. I got out to stretch my legs while he went on to settle things. Since we were now so close by, I thought that now would be the time to freshen up, making my way to the rear of the building to find the ladies restroom. As soon as I was in the single cubicle room, I went up to the single pane mirror to have at it as quickly as I could.

Just as I was about to close the restroom door behind me, I felt a heavy push fling it right open. I stepped backward to avoid getting in the way, and my expression turned from one of annoyance to one of dreaded shock. There before me was one of the men who had attacked me before, grinning maliciously as he closed and locked the door behind him. All the courage and normality I strove for immediately tanked as the memory came flooding back. I backed away, trembling in fear as he approached.

"Heya, slut. Remember me?" He chuckled with a jerk of his thumb towards the door, "Hope you don't mind. Spotted you rolling in with the square back there. That your man? Gee, you got bad taste."

My mouth flapped open to try to say something, but I could only manage a choked up whine. Just looking at him scared me stiff, my hands wrapped around my chest to protect the dignity I could not do so last time. Since the devil was here, I knew what he was after. Once again, my bag was too far away for me to reach. My back clenched against the corner of the restroom. He kept a slight distance so that I could not retaliate, and I could not make myself even if I wanted to, staring down at his ogling eyes as he checked out my white top and brown summer shorts.