Powerstrip
06-10-2009, 11:41 AM
WARNING! This story is definitely 18+ and very dark. If you are easily offended or don't like reading about bad stuff stay out. Otherwise enjoy the story. You have been warned!
This story is completed. There are no extra parts to be added.
As if it had come to this....She looked down at the open box and the contents inside. Why does this country have such a crap police force? Why are we over-run with crime? When is someone going to change all this?
South Africa was a country full of crime. Gangs of thieves, robbers, rapists, murders, the list goes on ruled the night. The police did what they could, but they had no intentions of dieing and when night fell the country simply became unruly. Investigating a crime hours later would draw few clues and the chance of a conviction was slim and even then it would only be due to circumstantial evidence and that would only draw a short sentence in prison.
She picked up the device that she was going to use to protect herself. It was a shameful thing to have to wear, but she had no choice. She had tried other methods, but it wasn't the safest of methods. She had a can of pepper-spray always with her in her bag, but she knew that wouldn't stop a gang of people, only enrage them further. She knew her friend, Samora, had done the same and it hadn't kept her safe.
The friend had been raped recently. The poor girl had been followed home one evening from her job. She'd got home but before she could close the door and bolt it closed, one man had got a foot in the door and then the rest of his gang overpowered her. She was passed around them all like a playdoll and was unable to defend herself against them in her own home. By the time they had finished with her, she was in a horrendous state. Even if she'd been able to phone the police, they wouldn't have come out till the sun was up. They were just as scared of what lurked in the dark.
She looked at the object all around. Carefully examining the little teeth and the long shaft that housed them. she wished she could leave the country. Go somewhere safe and forget all of this, but she knew she had no way out.
The phone rang. Kathleen put down the device and answered it.
Kathleen was a 23-year old Student living in Cape Town. She was a pretty negress. Tall, attractive and quite bright. At her University she worked hard to be the best because she knew that was the only way she was going to get anywhere. Living alone in the world she knew she had to make everything for herself. She was an only child. Her parents had died a couple of years ago in an attack by a group of criminals trying to mug her mother, even though their was not much to lose in her bag, her father had defended her as best as could be, but then the guns came out. That had shaken her deeply.
Her mother and father were good people. They worked hard in their jobs, never made a fuss and were happy with the little they had. To have such good people attacked in a horrible way was something she never thought would happen. Every time she thought of them, she cried. She was alone in the world and knew she had to get out. Every day she saw more and more reason of this. Her friends rape had brought into sharp contrast just how fearful it was to live in this place. Where you weren't safe in your own home!
This device was the next step.
She came off the phone in tears. The phone conversation had been from Tutu, saying that Samora had run away leaving a message of deep shame and embarrasment. In a way it was good. At least she hadn't tried to kill herself, but to think she felt alienated by everyone because of this unfair attack was wrong. She hoped that Samora would be O.K., but she knew there was no chance of finding her again. ID was easy to have altered and she could make a new name and new life elsewhere in the country, or maybe even smuggle herself out!
That night she cried herself to sleep thinking of all the wrong in the country, of all the sadness in her life and of the future where she was able to leave or maybe even stay and improve the country.
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The next morning she awoke and showered preparing herself for a full day of lectures. She looked carefully at the device and decided she didn't need to use it today. It looked highly uncomfortable and she would want to wear it as little as possible. Her lectures finished at 5pm, which would give her a full hour to get home before dark settled in. She was safe during the day.
Off she went on the 20 minute walk to University to study Chemistry. It was a very difficult subject and she hoped with a good degree behind her she'd be able to get a good job and move somewhere safe. That day she worked hard carefully taking notes and understanding as much as she could with the help of the professor. During lunch she talked with her few friends. They all expressed sadness in Samora leaving and how they hoped they'd see her again. As they often did they chatted of the countries problems, as so many did. Of course no matter what ideas would come about, little would change the country.
After the day had finished, Kathleen began her walk home her eyes careful not to make eye contact with as few people as possible, not to draw attention to herself. The dusk was setting in and she didn't want to give anyone a reason to notice her, even in a good way. Once home she bolted all the doors shut and settled into her quiet nights of studying and any reading she'd been given. After a few hours she finished most of the work and made herself a small dinner. As she ate she looked out the window trying to notice any figures suspiciously moving about. She watched a man walking quickly on his way, obviously fearing for the gangs, but he seemed safe enough she thought as know one seemed to follow him.
It was a sad state of affairs when her evening entertainment was to watch out the window for criminals and attacks. It's all she had though. She'd read all her books multiple times, no TV and the radio she was worried of being heard by a gang. That's how in fear people lived these days. Better to not be seen or heard at all at night.
The following morning she looked at the device for a long time. She knew she had to wear it today as later tonight she'd be working. It was a necessary. While all the money and assets her parents had left was a good start to her university fees and expenses it wasn't enough. So 3 times a week she worked as a waitress. It wasn't a classy job or a well paid job, but it was a job that brought money and occasionally the tips were big.
She followed the directions carefully and gently putting the device on. It was uncomfortable. It was horrible to wear and quite disgusting, but it had to be done.
The device was a rapex device. It was an anti-rape device that would lodge teeth into the male member when he tried to insert himself into her. They required hospital removal and when a hospital removed one, they also handed the lad to the police. She didn't want to hurt these people, but they wanted to hurt her so she had to take proper defense.
She went off to University and worked hard, but at each possible occasion she tried to go to the toilet and ease the discomfort. The manual had said that it would take time to get used to it, but she detested it so immensly. After a hard day working at university she made her way to the restaurant. It was a top class establishment. The equivalent of the Ritz in London. She changed into her waitress uniform in the toilets and decided to take out the device. She wasn't going to get attacked at work but on her way home. She took it out and felt much better, although slightly strange with a hole where it used to be. That feeling would pass she'd read.
She got to work. Seating the customers, taking orders bringing food and generally bending over backwards for them. She liked to think about her clients, what they're really like under there outer shell. They were predominantly white. The apartheid had made sure that blacks were lower down in the scale of things. Even though apartheid had been over for 15 years now, the whites were still on top. Not that she complained. They paid her a good salary at these "all white" restaurant and tips were usually good if she worked hard to make sure they were pleased with their meals and extras.
After her shift she had made a nice little tip for helping the customers as much as she could. "These whites always tip well." Kathleen thought to herself "They're flush with money and think nothing of it, yes this money is a big boost for me!"
She carefully hid it away in her locker. She was scared to take it out in the dark in case she was mugged. She changed out of her uniform hanging it all up neatly so that she didn't need to wash it often. She then took her device (carefully hidden so no co-workers would see) to the toilet and put it in. Again the uncomfort, but the necessicity always reminded her of why she had to.
Once she was ready, she said goodbye to her colleagues and went home. She was careful on her trips home. She took a longer route home, keeping to the areas of the road that was lit with streetlights as much as she could. It would take her 15 minutes longer, but could keep her safe. She was careful to walk quickly, but not run and make no fuss to anyone that got in her way, drunks spilling out of bars, big men that offered to hire her for the evening and hobos that lined some of the streets.
Never looking behind her, but always careful to listen to anyone following her, seeing shadows out of the corner of her eye that might mean someone following her.
Towards the end of her journey was the most worrying part. It was towards the outskirts of town and so not as well kept as the center. Lights were fewer and further between. On the plus side it was quieter and footsteps could be heard easier. She never let her guard down once and always had her hand deep in her bag ready to pull the pepperspray out on anyone. She only relaxed her grip on that can as she started up the stairs of her house when her hand moved to her keys to let her in as fast as possible.
Only when she had locked and bolted the doors did she relax herself completly. She was safe for another night. Even so, she went and checked all the doors and windows to check they were bolted closed. She made herself a drink and began to pour some bath water. She sat by the side of the bath waiting for the bath to fill and calmed herself down by first taking out the device and preparing herself for her bath. She had a nice long soak to let calm her after a long day at work and after drying off slipped into bed for sleep. Only 6 hours before she had to be up for uni.
The following day she again had to don the device. Tonight was party night. She didn't feel in the mood for it, what with Samora being attacked and leaving and the measures she was now having to take, but she'd been repeatedly told to let her hair down, have a bit of fun and she'd feel better. So she was going to go.
However, as she felt safe during the day she was going to carry it in her bag and wear it when she needed to. She had a good day at lectures, answering a number of the lecturers questions having done the homework. She was even able to upstage the swat, Brandon Chumba at one point when he miscalculated an Mr. That had gotten her few woops as everyone wanted to get one over him. No-one really liked him, though at least no one was openly hating him.
After her full day of lectures she quickly changed in the toilets into her dress. It wasn't too flashy, but it was pretty and she liked wearing it and of course the dreaded device. She went down to the club and met up with a few people she knew. The night was the chemistry clubs way of making sure everyone had a bit of fun. It wasn't anything amazing, a few drinks, but it let people chat outside the classroom and have a bit of fun together.
She ordered herself an orange juice and chatted a little to people and moving round making sure she got a chance to chat to everyone. Next year she hoped to be president of the Chemistry Club and making sure that everyone knew who she was would make it easier to campaign as if to be a friend to people and when it came to voting.
As she'd finished a conversation with Dan Spencer she was looking round for someone to talk to when up came Brandon who opened with:
"I'll have to reinstate myself ahead of you then" which to her seemed a bit confrontational, but she carefully talked him round to friendlier terms. Maybe he just phrased it wrong?
Brandon wasn't your typical weedy swat. Sure he was brainy, but he had quite a decent build. You wouldn't call him well built, but he was strong enough. They found a couple of seats and chatted away about the only thing commmon to them, Chemistry. The more they talked though Brandon tried to find more common ground as he could, suggesting other activities he enjoyed. Kathleen was flattered, realising that he must find her attractive and maybe trying to seduce her a little. Flattered, but not interested unfortuneately for him, though she played a long as he offered to buy her a drink. Maybe she could get a few more out of him too, even safety walking home.
He brought her over her orange juice and they both sat back, talking of books they'd read and commenting about the night. After a few more drinks together she felt a happy glow inside her that she couldn't understand. Was she ill? Was she having a really good night? Was she perhaps in love? She wasn't sure, but a number of things Brandon suggested seemed OK. They danced a little together, though tonight wasn't her dancing night, stumbling quite a few times. She put that down to the fact she had two left feet. "Always have done" she commented after her 5th tumble.
As the night drew to a close the crowd began to thin and she said that she almost go home and rest. Tomorrow was Saturday, but she was doing a full days work at the restaurant, plenty of chances for really good tips. Brandon offered to walk her home.
"I know it's dangerous out there for a lonely girl" he said
"It's OK. You don't have to, I can protect myself. I have my ways" she winked.
"No, I insist my lady" He said, baring his arm out for hers. She took it gratefully. She was feeling a little groggy and knew with him beside her, she'd be safer than she'd ever be no matter what protection she had.
They walked along at a slow pace, the cool air pure bliss after the smoky interior of the club. They chatted casually of small talk. She wasn't really listening, she was just craving her bed. Eventually they got back to her house and let them both in. She offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. She was worried he wanted to take their friendship further, but she wasn't interested. She pointed him in the direction of the kitchen,
"In there. I'll be with you in a moment" She said, going into her bedroom to dump her bag and cardigan. She sat down on the bed and took off her shoes, not the most comfortable pair ever, but it did the job for the few nights a year she used them. She flopped down on the bed.
"Just a minutes rest" she thought to herself....
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She awoke with the buzzing of her alarm clock proudly displaying the time that indicated she should have been up half an hour ago!
She jumped up and realised she must have fallen asleep. She couldn't remember what had happened last night? Had she let Brandon out? Had he done anything to her unconcious body? She looked at herself to see she was still wearing her dress, quite crumpled and had ridden up a little, but she didn't feel like anything had happened. It didn't matter for now, she was much too late.
She rushed round the house getting ready, packing her bag and cleaning herself up. As she was changing her underwear she noticed a speck of blood on them.
"Crap, why am I so early?" SHe thought to herself. She wasn't due for another week! She quickly sorted out a tampon and carried on changed and getting ready.
A strong headache, but other than that she was clean and ready for the day.
"These smoky clubs, I wish the smoke didn't spread round so thckly, or they'd aired the room a bit!"
She made it just in time, though she still had to change to be ready for work. Her boss made a quick remark about being late, but he didn't mind too much. There wasn't any customers yet and this was a one-off she assured him. It was true, she was very rarely late and always with good reason (and had usually given advance notice of any lateness).
In the changing rooms, she carefully changed into her work clothes and checked herself in the mirror to see that she was smart and presentable. She checked that the money she had saved in there was still safe, then thought to put it in her bag. She would take it home after her shift. It would be safe then. Locking her locker she went out to face a new day at work.
The day was long and customers kept asking for things and complaining. She knew better to argue with them. Make a customer feel unwelcome and they won't tip aswell. And if you can, slide something a little extra if you can and it'll help. She ended the day with a few nice tips. Nothing amazing, but it's always nice to have her self a little extra. At the end of her shift she again changed and hung her uniform neatly. She chatted with a few of her colleagues casually, letting herself be distracted during her changing. Being careful to be a little slow so that she could get privacy. When the room was empty, she carefully found all her money and slipped it into the safest place a girl has, close to her bosom. She could feel it's presence and wouldn't drop it and off she went on her way home.
At home she carefully bolted the door, thinking whether or not she'd done it after Brandon had left, but no harm done either way now. She took her salary and tip money out of her bra and counted it all out to check it was all there and once satisfied went to fetch the box that she kept all her money in safely under her bed. She was surprised to instead find the device. She thought to herself she must have dropped it last night and put it on her bedside table without a moments thought.
She put the money in and noted down how much was going in. when she'd decided to go to university, she carefully budgeted it all out and so had a target to work at. She was well in her way to fully financing her time there and have a small amount to do what she wanted with her life.
She sat down and let her imagination run wild in a good book with a little music on in the background. As the sun crept closer to the horizon and began hiding behind, the music became quieter untill she once again went into quiet mode so as to hide from the fear of gangs. Sunday she spend doing her homework, reading up on the next subject preparing heself for a long week of difficult lectures.
That night as she was tucking herself into bed, she heard noises outside. Sounded like a large group of guys. She lay still as quiet as she could. Breathing softly trying to listen for what they might be doing. She daren't move in case she attracted any attention to herself. They grew louder untill they were right outside the house. She would wait till she couldn't hear them anymore before even daring to move.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging which came from her door.
"Oh God!" She thought to herself. She was scared stiff. "What do they want? Why won't they leave me alone?"
Voices shouted as the banging continued on the front door and the shutters "Come on out you bitch!" "We've got a present for you!" "You don't deserve to be like you are!"
The banging continued for a solid hour, during which she heard successions of kicks, punches on her doors and bottles and rocks being thrown at her house. During that time she had been able to creep round the house carefully checking everywhere was fully secured. The gang had gone around to check for back entrances and tried anyway of getting in.
Once she'd been sure the house was secure, she hid herself in the wardrobe just in case they were able to break in. After that long hour of fear that she found herself in the banging and voices faded but she daren't move in case they were playing quiet or waiting for her to make a move.
This story is completed. There are no extra parts to be added.
As if it had come to this....She looked down at the open box and the contents inside. Why does this country have such a crap police force? Why are we over-run with crime? When is someone going to change all this?
South Africa was a country full of crime. Gangs of thieves, robbers, rapists, murders, the list goes on ruled the night. The police did what they could, but they had no intentions of dieing and when night fell the country simply became unruly. Investigating a crime hours later would draw few clues and the chance of a conviction was slim and even then it would only be due to circumstantial evidence and that would only draw a short sentence in prison.
She picked up the device that she was going to use to protect herself. It was a shameful thing to have to wear, but she had no choice. She had tried other methods, but it wasn't the safest of methods. She had a can of pepper-spray always with her in her bag, but she knew that wouldn't stop a gang of people, only enrage them further. She knew her friend, Samora, had done the same and it hadn't kept her safe.
The friend had been raped recently. The poor girl had been followed home one evening from her job. She'd got home but before she could close the door and bolt it closed, one man had got a foot in the door and then the rest of his gang overpowered her. She was passed around them all like a playdoll and was unable to defend herself against them in her own home. By the time they had finished with her, she was in a horrendous state. Even if she'd been able to phone the police, they wouldn't have come out till the sun was up. They were just as scared of what lurked in the dark.
She looked at the object all around. Carefully examining the little teeth and the long shaft that housed them. she wished she could leave the country. Go somewhere safe and forget all of this, but she knew she had no way out.
The phone rang. Kathleen put down the device and answered it.
Kathleen was a 23-year old Student living in Cape Town. She was a pretty negress. Tall, attractive and quite bright. At her University she worked hard to be the best because she knew that was the only way she was going to get anywhere. Living alone in the world she knew she had to make everything for herself. She was an only child. Her parents had died a couple of years ago in an attack by a group of criminals trying to mug her mother, even though their was not much to lose in her bag, her father had defended her as best as could be, but then the guns came out. That had shaken her deeply.
Her mother and father were good people. They worked hard in their jobs, never made a fuss and were happy with the little they had. To have such good people attacked in a horrible way was something she never thought would happen. Every time she thought of them, she cried. She was alone in the world and knew she had to get out. Every day she saw more and more reason of this. Her friends rape had brought into sharp contrast just how fearful it was to live in this place. Where you weren't safe in your own home!
This device was the next step.
She came off the phone in tears. The phone conversation had been from Tutu, saying that Samora had run away leaving a message of deep shame and embarrasment. In a way it was good. At least she hadn't tried to kill herself, but to think she felt alienated by everyone because of this unfair attack was wrong. She hoped that Samora would be O.K., but she knew there was no chance of finding her again. ID was easy to have altered and she could make a new name and new life elsewhere in the country, or maybe even smuggle herself out!
That night she cried herself to sleep thinking of all the wrong in the country, of all the sadness in her life and of the future where she was able to leave or maybe even stay and improve the country.
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The next morning she awoke and showered preparing herself for a full day of lectures. She looked carefully at the device and decided she didn't need to use it today. It looked highly uncomfortable and she would want to wear it as little as possible. Her lectures finished at 5pm, which would give her a full hour to get home before dark settled in. She was safe during the day.
Off she went on the 20 minute walk to University to study Chemistry. It was a very difficult subject and she hoped with a good degree behind her she'd be able to get a good job and move somewhere safe. That day she worked hard carefully taking notes and understanding as much as she could with the help of the professor. During lunch she talked with her few friends. They all expressed sadness in Samora leaving and how they hoped they'd see her again. As they often did they chatted of the countries problems, as so many did. Of course no matter what ideas would come about, little would change the country.
After the day had finished, Kathleen began her walk home her eyes careful not to make eye contact with as few people as possible, not to draw attention to herself. The dusk was setting in and she didn't want to give anyone a reason to notice her, even in a good way. Once home she bolted all the doors shut and settled into her quiet nights of studying and any reading she'd been given. After a few hours she finished most of the work and made herself a small dinner. As she ate she looked out the window trying to notice any figures suspiciously moving about. She watched a man walking quickly on his way, obviously fearing for the gangs, but he seemed safe enough she thought as know one seemed to follow him.
It was a sad state of affairs when her evening entertainment was to watch out the window for criminals and attacks. It's all she had though. She'd read all her books multiple times, no TV and the radio she was worried of being heard by a gang. That's how in fear people lived these days. Better to not be seen or heard at all at night.
The following morning she looked at the device for a long time. She knew she had to wear it today as later tonight she'd be working. It was a necessary. While all the money and assets her parents had left was a good start to her university fees and expenses it wasn't enough. So 3 times a week she worked as a waitress. It wasn't a classy job or a well paid job, but it was a job that brought money and occasionally the tips were big.
She followed the directions carefully and gently putting the device on. It was uncomfortable. It was horrible to wear and quite disgusting, but it had to be done.
The device was a rapex device. It was an anti-rape device that would lodge teeth into the male member when he tried to insert himself into her. They required hospital removal and when a hospital removed one, they also handed the lad to the police. She didn't want to hurt these people, but they wanted to hurt her so she had to take proper defense.
She went off to University and worked hard, but at each possible occasion she tried to go to the toilet and ease the discomfort. The manual had said that it would take time to get used to it, but she detested it so immensly. After a hard day working at university she made her way to the restaurant. It was a top class establishment. The equivalent of the Ritz in London. She changed into her waitress uniform in the toilets and decided to take out the device. She wasn't going to get attacked at work but on her way home. She took it out and felt much better, although slightly strange with a hole where it used to be. That feeling would pass she'd read.
She got to work. Seating the customers, taking orders bringing food and generally bending over backwards for them. She liked to think about her clients, what they're really like under there outer shell. They were predominantly white. The apartheid had made sure that blacks were lower down in the scale of things. Even though apartheid had been over for 15 years now, the whites were still on top. Not that she complained. They paid her a good salary at these "all white" restaurant and tips were usually good if she worked hard to make sure they were pleased with their meals and extras.
After her shift she had made a nice little tip for helping the customers as much as she could. "These whites always tip well." Kathleen thought to herself "They're flush with money and think nothing of it, yes this money is a big boost for me!"
She carefully hid it away in her locker. She was scared to take it out in the dark in case she was mugged. She changed out of her uniform hanging it all up neatly so that she didn't need to wash it often. She then took her device (carefully hidden so no co-workers would see) to the toilet and put it in. Again the uncomfort, but the necessicity always reminded her of why she had to.
Once she was ready, she said goodbye to her colleagues and went home. She was careful on her trips home. She took a longer route home, keeping to the areas of the road that was lit with streetlights as much as she could. It would take her 15 minutes longer, but could keep her safe. She was careful to walk quickly, but not run and make no fuss to anyone that got in her way, drunks spilling out of bars, big men that offered to hire her for the evening and hobos that lined some of the streets.
Never looking behind her, but always careful to listen to anyone following her, seeing shadows out of the corner of her eye that might mean someone following her.
Towards the end of her journey was the most worrying part. It was towards the outskirts of town and so not as well kept as the center. Lights were fewer and further between. On the plus side it was quieter and footsteps could be heard easier. She never let her guard down once and always had her hand deep in her bag ready to pull the pepperspray out on anyone. She only relaxed her grip on that can as she started up the stairs of her house when her hand moved to her keys to let her in as fast as possible.
Only when she had locked and bolted the doors did she relax herself completly. She was safe for another night. Even so, she went and checked all the doors and windows to check they were bolted closed. She made herself a drink and began to pour some bath water. She sat by the side of the bath waiting for the bath to fill and calmed herself down by first taking out the device and preparing herself for her bath. She had a nice long soak to let calm her after a long day at work and after drying off slipped into bed for sleep. Only 6 hours before she had to be up for uni.
The following day she again had to don the device. Tonight was party night. She didn't feel in the mood for it, what with Samora being attacked and leaving and the measures she was now having to take, but she'd been repeatedly told to let her hair down, have a bit of fun and she'd feel better. So she was going to go.
However, as she felt safe during the day she was going to carry it in her bag and wear it when she needed to. She had a good day at lectures, answering a number of the lecturers questions having done the homework. She was even able to upstage the swat, Brandon Chumba at one point when he miscalculated an Mr. That had gotten her few woops as everyone wanted to get one over him. No-one really liked him, though at least no one was openly hating him.
After her full day of lectures she quickly changed in the toilets into her dress. It wasn't too flashy, but it was pretty and she liked wearing it and of course the dreaded device. She went down to the club and met up with a few people she knew. The night was the chemistry clubs way of making sure everyone had a bit of fun. It wasn't anything amazing, a few drinks, but it let people chat outside the classroom and have a bit of fun together.
She ordered herself an orange juice and chatted a little to people and moving round making sure she got a chance to chat to everyone. Next year she hoped to be president of the Chemistry Club and making sure that everyone knew who she was would make it easier to campaign as if to be a friend to people and when it came to voting.
As she'd finished a conversation with Dan Spencer she was looking round for someone to talk to when up came Brandon who opened with:
"I'll have to reinstate myself ahead of you then" which to her seemed a bit confrontational, but she carefully talked him round to friendlier terms. Maybe he just phrased it wrong?
Brandon wasn't your typical weedy swat. Sure he was brainy, but he had quite a decent build. You wouldn't call him well built, but he was strong enough. They found a couple of seats and chatted away about the only thing commmon to them, Chemistry. The more they talked though Brandon tried to find more common ground as he could, suggesting other activities he enjoyed. Kathleen was flattered, realising that he must find her attractive and maybe trying to seduce her a little. Flattered, but not interested unfortuneately for him, though she played a long as he offered to buy her a drink. Maybe she could get a few more out of him too, even safety walking home.
He brought her over her orange juice and they both sat back, talking of books they'd read and commenting about the night. After a few more drinks together she felt a happy glow inside her that she couldn't understand. Was she ill? Was she having a really good night? Was she perhaps in love? She wasn't sure, but a number of things Brandon suggested seemed OK. They danced a little together, though tonight wasn't her dancing night, stumbling quite a few times. She put that down to the fact she had two left feet. "Always have done" she commented after her 5th tumble.
As the night drew to a close the crowd began to thin and she said that she almost go home and rest. Tomorrow was Saturday, but she was doing a full days work at the restaurant, plenty of chances for really good tips. Brandon offered to walk her home.
"I know it's dangerous out there for a lonely girl" he said
"It's OK. You don't have to, I can protect myself. I have my ways" she winked.
"No, I insist my lady" He said, baring his arm out for hers. She took it gratefully. She was feeling a little groggy and knew with him beside her, she'd be safer than she'd ever be no matter what protection she had.
They walked along at a slow pace, the cool air pure bliss after the smoky interior of the club. They chatted casually of small talk. She wasn't really listening, she was just craving her bed. Eventually they got back to her house and let them both in. She offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. She was worried he wanted to take their friendship further, but she wasn't interested. She pointed him in the direction of the kitchen,
"In there. I'll be with you in a moment" She said, going into her bedroom to dump her bag and cardigan. She sat down on the bed and took off her shoes, not the most comfortable pair ever, but it did the job for the few nights a year she used them. She flopped down on the bed.
"Just a minutes rest" she thought to herself....
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She awoke with the buzzing of her alarm clock proudly displaying the time that indicated she should have been up half an hour ago!
She jumped up and realised she must have fallen asleep. She couldn't remember what had happened last night? Had she let Brandon out? Had he done anything to her unconcious body? She looked at herself to see she was still wearing her dress, quite crumpled and had ridden up a little, but she didn't feel like anything had happened. It didn't matter for now, she was much too late.
She rushed round the house getting ready, packing her bag and cleaning herself up. As she was changing her underwear she noticed a speck of blood on them.
"Crap, why am I so early?" SHe thought to herself. She wasn't due for another week! She quickly sorted out a tampon and carried on changed and getting ready.
A strong headache, but other than that she was clean and ready for the day.
"These smoky clubs, I wish the smoke didn't spread round so thckly, or they'd aired the room a bit!"
She made it just in time, though she still had to change to be ready for work. Her boss made a quick remark about being late, but he didn't mind too much. There wasn't any customers yet and this was a one-off she assured him. It was true, she was very rarely late and always with good reason (and had usually given advance notice of any lateness).
In the changing rooms, she carefully changed into her work clothes and checked herself in the mirror to see that she was smart and presentable. She checked that the money she had saved in there was still safe, then thought to put it in her bag. She would take it home after her shift. It would be safe then. Locking her locker she went out to face a new day at work.
The day was long and customers kept asking for things and complaining. She knew better to argue with them. Make a customer feel unwelcome and they won't tip aswell. And if you can, slide something a little extra if you can and it'll help. She ended the day with a few nice tips. Nothing amazing, but it's always nice to have her self a little extra. At the end of her shift she again changed and hung her uniform neatly. She chatted with a few of her colleagues casually, letting herself be distracted during her changing. Being careful to be a little slow so that she could get privacy. When the room was empty, she carefully found all her money and slipped it into the safest place a girl has, close to her bosom. She could feel it's presence and wouldn't drop it and off she went on her way home.
At home she carefully bolted the door, thinking whether or not she'd done it after Brandon had left, but no harm done either way now. She took her salary and tip money out of her bra and counted it all out to check it was all there and once satisfied went to fetch the box that she kept all her money in safely under her bed. She was surprised to instead find the device. She thought to herself she must have dropped it last night and put it on her bedside table without a moments thought.
She put the money in and noted down how much was going in. when she'd decided to go to university, she carefully budgeted it all out and so had a target to work at. She was well in her way to fully financing her time there and have a small amount to do what she wanted with her life.
She sat down and let her imagination run wild in a good book with a little music on in the background. As the sun crept closer to the horizon and began hiding behind, the music became quieter untill she once again went into quiet mode so as to hide from the fear of gangs. Sunday she spend doing her homework, reading up on the next subject preparing heself for a long week of difficult lectures.
That night as she was tucking herself into bed, she heard noises outside. Sounded like a large group of guys. She lay still as quiet as she could. Breathing softly trying to listen for what they might be doing. She daren't move in case she attracted any attention to herself. They grew louder untill they were right outside the house. She would wait till she couldn't hear them anymore before even daring to move.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging which came from her door.
"Oh God!" She thought to herself. She was scared stiff. "What do they want? Why won't they leave me alone?"
Voices shouted as the banging continued on the front door and the shutters "Come on out you bitch!" "We've got a present for you!" "You don't deserve to be like you are!"
The banging continued for a solid hour, during which she heard successions of kicks, punches on her doors and bottles and rocks being thrown at her house. During that time she had been able to creep round the house carefully checking everywhere was fully secured. The gang had gone around to check for back entrances and tried anyway of getting in.
Once she'd been sure the house was secure, she hid herself in the wardrobe just in case they were able to break in. After that long hour of fear that she found herself in the banging and voices faded but she daren't move in case they were playing quiet or waiting for her to make a move.