Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E38

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

In the man’s office, siting on a chair and watching his mouth move, I became aware of a face that was different. It was the face of a foreigner, a young foreigner. He was standing beside the man who was talking to me. He was dressed in a grey suit and a white shirt. His arms were folded across his chest and he was looking into my eyes. Did I know him? He looked wrong in this place, but that was not what felt odd about him. I looked at him as he was looking at me. What did I see on his face? Pity? Disgust? Hatred? Love? Why was he here? Who was he? Why did I feel I know him?

Perhaps the man sitting down, the one in a policeman’s uniform, was getting impatient with me. He motioned to someone by my side and when I looked to see who owned the arm that had stretched to shake me by the shoulder, I freaked out.

Now, maybe it takes fear to cure that which fear has caused. The same man who had slapped me as if I stole his money was now standing by my side ready to descend upon me all over again.

Somehow, my mind had chosen not to remember, but seeing his face again brought it all back.

He was not done when he slapped me silly at the Navy Dockyard. I now remembered choking on water and opening my eyes to a sachet of pure water being poured over my face and he was the one holding it. I also remembered what followed. The lady officer and another officer took turns asking me where Johnny was being kept, and in-between that the slapper punched my face, grabbed my neck, and used a black leather belt on me. Then followed more water, and more questions, and more battering till my eyes went dark again.

I also remembered being in the dark, on my back on cold concrete, and feeling his breath on my face, in heavy puffs as he grunted. I don’t know how many times this happened.

He was now here again, shaking me by the shoulder with his right hand that I become so accustomed to. No more.

I grabbed the arm with both my hands and closed my teeth upon his flesh. I felt my head being tossed about but I didn’t let go. The vision in one eye went red but I didn’t let go. I heard my name shouted several times, but I didn’t let go.

Someone said “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” but I didn’t let go. Other arms struggled with me. I heard the bastard screaming and then I let go, but only because I wanted to wrap my arms around his waist. I succeeded.

Against several people pulling at me, I dug my face deep into his g---n and repeatedly bit till I felt flesh under clothing. I clamped down hard. He screamed louder.

Again I opened my eyes to water being poured over my face. I was on the ground, the foreigner was over me. Also kneeling by me was the officer who had been talking to me. There were legs all around me and several people talking at the same time.

The officer spoke: “You this girl, you have heart o. We were ready to release you and now you have gone and assaulted an officer. You don’t have fear at all.”

I smiled. Yes, I was no longer afraid. First, the bastard who raped me, then the London boy.

“Oga, I think she has run mad o,” someone said.

The foreigner spoke next: “Are you ok?” he asked.

His voice reminded me of someone. I took a long look at him then it hit me. It was as if I was looking at Johnny, only several years younger.