Sarah Stone walked through the park, the leaves were falling as they did the year before. The memory still stinging her mind; straining every vessel. The robbery flashback from last summer when Braden Hawke and Chris Volt had walked in the Gas Station and threatned the cashier. What people do for money is disgusting. Braden Hawke was nineteen years old when he decided that he was sick of University, he dropped out and was fired from his job for bad behavior. He met Chris Volt, age twenty eight, at a bar not to far from his house because he was having a bad day and thirsted for rum. The two of them drank up and as they were leaving the pub, they realized they couldn’t pay the tab and since they needed to return the next night to drown their sorrows, they walked into the Gas Station with the mind of a devil. Braden pulled a knife on the cashier as Chris walked around the Gas Station for any witnesses, Sarah was there that day.
Chris Volt found her and grabbed her by the hair and threw Sarah into ever shelf he passed. Sarah is of normal build, she attends kick-boxing weekly so she can take a hit but in a time of panic when Chris weighed more then thirty pounds her weight, Sarah was helpless. She took a brutal beating from Chris as Braden was still content with his weapon and the cash that was being handed over to him. Sirens rained the streets and echoed through the sun bleached windows, the cops arrived and Braden and Chris were taken to jail and Sarah to the hospital. Sarah testified against Braden Hawke and Chris Volt as the police men took photos of her sliced face and several bruised ribs. It was over, until Braden and Chris got out on parol in the fall and found her in the very park she was in now, the very season and perhaps even the very day.
It had happened a year ago, haunting Sarah Stone ever since as the memory strained her heart to even think about. She had just been coming back from her friends house, after attending a party hosted by Ruby Frost. Ruby had always been a fan of drinking, dancing and feeling free on Friday nights. Ruby had blood red hair and was wearing tight black skinnies and white knee-high boots that night. The party hosted over twenty-five people and half the people drove home after a few beers while the other half doddled through short-cuts so they could pass out earlier. Sarah had injested a few shots of tequila and two bottles of gatorade to stay decent. The chill in the park was weary as the breeze combed over her face sobering her up even more. She had been walking with the other ten members who made there way home until she separated to get home faster through the park.
Sarah had walked this park all her life, and each fall the leaves fell along the pathway almost covering the concrete entirely. The park was all grass except for the path suitable for one and a half people, there was a small childrens park to the side of it that held an old tire swing a few meters away from the big old willow tree. The park held grace and wisdom as each and every afternoon the children from the towns Elementary School took refuge upon it’s silk blades and tender sandpit. This, however, was separated from the dawn. This was the falling of dusk, the darkness of night, the glow of the moon and the rustle and crunch of the fallen sunset. Sarah continued on the covered pavement as the path was less than a block to get through the park and it took about half an hour off of her journey home. “Hello tattle tale” a giggling choppy voice whispered into the night, “HA HA HA!” the voice said again, but not the same tone. “Aloha my pretty!” a different voice yelled into the dead of night, “I have only been waiting for you” the voice softened to make it clear. Sarah’s heart beat faster and faster as she didn’t know if she should move back or go forward, “home, she thought, I have to get home” Sarah decided as her step widened and her gate quickened. “Where ya going baby?!” the voices yelled in sequence. Sarah Stone was terrified, the beat of her heart was now straining as the blood couldn’t be pumped fast enough to even have a chance at calming her down.
Two figures stood in front of the path when she turned the corner, two figures that flickered in the light of the moon. A face, darkness, a face, darkness. “It’s you!” Sarah screamed as the realization that these two figures were Braden Hawke and Chris Volt. She dashed for freedom, running through the bushes, sliding over the grass, screaming for help, until her foot was caught and her face was planted. She lay there, on the grass, shocked and still. “Think you’d get away huh?!” Braden screamed into her face, “Nobody can hear you but don’t worry because I won’t let you go like Christopher did, hey toph?” the man pulled her leg under his body. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” Sarah pleaded as a quiver began in her lips. Chris Volt began to speak “oh baby stop your worrying, we know what we’re doing” he winked and moved over to her still innocence.
Braden held her down, hand to shoulder hand to shoulder. Switching hands as he undid the buttons on her white blouse, ripping the whole thing apart when he couldn’t manage the last one. “STOP IT! HELP!” Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs, screaming, screaming, screaming. “Braden shut her the hell up!” Volt scolded Hawke, “move!” As Braden got up Chris moved down over her and slammed a fist to her face, “you shut the hell up or you’re going to get your face broken!” as he threatned her he undid her jean button and unzipped her fly as he ripped her jeans off pinching her thighs as he tugged furiously.
Her pants, off, her thighs, purple, her shirt, ripped, her face, bruised, her breasts, raw. Sarah kicked and screamed, managing to punch Braden in the face and kick Chris, standing up to make a run for it Chris grabbed her calf and dragged her back down to the park. “STOP IT!” Sarah screamed as the grasp floated away and she was able to stand, sprinting out of the park, red bra torn and white panties grass stained, she ran for her life only looking back, once.
She gasped as another figure was scene in a battle towards Braden and Chris, one punch to Braden and a knee to the face and he was down. Chris was slashed with a left hook and rammed to the floor to be grabbed by the collar and hit till he passed out. Sarah was astonished, but when this “superman” moved towards her position, Sarah turned around and ran once again. These memories taunted her mind as she continued to walk through this park, the scene of the crime, the figure of a man, and the scare of assault that would stay with her forever.
Written By: Megan Lizee
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