I had barely protected myself from rape, and had nearly died trying to protect myself. I had stabbed him in the back with my manicure scissors. The scissors did enough damage to make him stop choking me, but not to stop his attack. He wasn't badly injured. When it finally ended I tried to pull myself together and immediately jumped out of the car and began walking.
"Get back in the car", he called to me. You can't walk out of here, it's too far".
I knew he was right, but I didn't want to get back into the car.
"Come on, I won't bother you anymore", he promised. He lifted the hood of the car, did something, then hopped back into the car, started the engine, and began slowly driving behind me.
I glanced back at the car following me. It made me even angrier that he'd purposely done something to make the car inoperable. I walked faster.
"It's too far to walk. It'll take you days to get home. It's too dangerous out here", he yelled at me.
"It's too dangerous in the car"! I yelled back.
"I won't bother you any more".
I knew I had to relent, I couldn't walk all the way home, it was too far. So I got back into the car, sitting as close to the door as I could and I kept my hands on the door handle so that if necessary I could jump out of the car.
He made small talk all the way back to my house, as if nothing had happened. He even teased me about holding onto the door handle, promising me that nothing more was going to happen to me.
Finally, we arrived at my house. I quickly jumped from the car once I arrived home. I didn't tell him goodbye or anything. I jumped from the car, slammed the car door shut and ran into the house.
It was late, and everyone in my family was asleep. I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. I was crying and couldn't stop crying. I spent a long time in the shower, trying to wash myself clean again. No one in my family woke up.
Finally, I left the shower, put on my nightgown, and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep.