Broken Window...
It was the first dance that Minette was going to alone. Shaun usually took her, their small dates while he waited for her to turn seventeen so he could officially date her, but the basketball team was at an away game so she was going stag. Her friends had agreed to go stag with her so she wouldn't feel awkward about not having a date and she loved them dearly for doing that for her. Her dress was a modest but cute spaghetti strap dress in a pale blue and her hair was done up artfully thanks to her mother. She looked like an angel if you asked her parents.
The dance was extremely fun, though she missed Shaun terribly. It was a little awkward when boys asked her to dance because she'd never parted from Shaun's side when he took her, though she obliged some of the requests at the prompting of her friends.
When she was starting to feel tired she told her friends she was going to head home. They wished her a goodnight and she moved out of the school as she pulled out her cellphone. She had every intention of calling the car company her parents had and getting a ride home, but Timothy came out before she could and offered her a ride home. She didn't think anything of it because he was a fairly nice guy at school so she agreed.
Her night started to go down hill from there when he headed to the local make-out spot instead of her house. She argued with him but it got her no where. In an attempt to leave the car once it was parked, he ripped her dress in two different places as she screamed at him. It was in that moment that she was glad that her father had made her take those self-defense classes. It took two tries, but she was able to catch him in the throat and make all his focus go to just trying to breath as he fell back in his seat clutching his throat. Two punches to the side of his head left him unconscious and her hand aching as she scrambled to get out of the car and start to walk away.
Her first call was to the car company, asking them to please hurry because she was in trouble. Her usual driver was there in mere minutes, out of the car and checking her over with a worried eye before he got her settled, shaking a little, in the back seat and took her home. Her second call was to the police, letting them know what the boy had tried to do and where he was. She told them she wanted to file a formal complaint but couldn't stay and look at him while she waited for the police to show up. She nodded a little, wishing she had her parents with her, had Shaun with her, as she shook and listened to the police. She was told that they would need to talk to her tonight but she didn't have to come in to the station. After giving the officer her address, she hung up and hugged herself the rest of the way home.
She was after curfew, so she wasn't surprised that her parents were pacing the front hall when she got home. She was just grateful that one look at her dress and the tears in her eyes had them envelope her in a hug with soft murmurs of comfort and from her father soft murmurs to kill the boy. They waited for the police, though Grace helped her change into pajama pants and one of the few shirts that she stole from Shaun. It was the first time in over ten years that Minette slept between her parents, shivering and shaking as she dreamed of the what could have happened's her cruel brain gave her.
The dance was extremely fun, though she missed Shaun terribly. It was a little awkward when boys asked her to dance because she'd never parted from Shaun's side when he took her, though she obliged some of the requests at the prompting of her friends.
When she was starting to feel tired she told her friends she was going to head home. They wished her a goodnight and she moved out of the school as she pulled out her cellphone. She had every intention of calling the car company her parents had and getting a ride home, but Timothy came out before she could and offered her a ride home. She didn't think anything of it because he was a fairly nice guy at school so she agreed.
Her night started to go down hill from there when he headed to the local make-out spot instead of her house. She argued with him but it got her no where. In an attempt to leave the car once it was parked, he ripped her dress in two different places as she screamed at him. It was in that moment that she was glad that her father had made her take those self-defense classes. It took two tries, but she was able to catch him in the throat and make all his focus go to just trying to breath as he fell back in his seat clutching his throat. Two punches to the side of his head left him unconscious and her hand aching as she scrambled to get out of the car and start to walk away.
Her first call was to the car company, asking them to please hurry because she was in trouble. Her usual driver was there in mere minutes, out of the car and checking her over with a worried eye before he got her settled, shaking a little, in the back seat and took her home. Her second call was to the police, letting them know what the boy had tried to do and where he was. She told them she wanted to file a formal complaint but couldn't stay and look at him while she waited for the police to show up. She nodded a little, wishing she had her parents with her, had Shaun with her, as she shook and listened to the police. She was told that they would need to talk to her tonight but she didn't have to come in to the station. After giving the officer her address, she hung up and hugged herself the rest of the way home.
She was after curfew, so she wasn't surprised that her parents were pacing the front hall when she got home. She was just grateful that one look at her dress and the tears in her eyes had them envelope her in a hug with soft murmurs of comfort and from her father soft murmurs to kill the boy. They waited for the police, though Grace helped her change into pajama pants and one of the few shirts that she stole from Shaun. It was the first time in over ten years that Minette slept between her parents, shivering and shaking as she dreamed of the what could have happened's her cruel brain gave her.