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By Julie Berry
11/05/14
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Fight

I hurried to the car desperately fishing through my purse for the elusive cars keys as I tried to wrangle the packages I’d acquired during my shopping trip.

“Darn it!” I muttered to myself as the keys slipped from my hand. I only had twenty minutes to get to work and I couldn’t seem to get it together.

I grabbed the keys and stood up.

“Don’t move! I’ve got a gun. Get in the car and slide over to the other side.”

I froze. Panic, fear and shock all hit me in one paralyzing moment. I felt the gun pressing into my back as I reached to unlock the door.

He jammed the gun harder against me and shoved me onto the seat. “Give me the keys.”

I placed them into his hand. I didn’t look up. I was too afraid to make eye contact.
I kept my head down and did as he said.

Keeping the gun on me with his right hand, he took the keys with his other hand, started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

Reality began to sink in. Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced them back. I wasn’t going to cry. My mind raced with thoughts of what was going to happen. What would he do to me? Where was he taking me?

He smelled like stale cigarettes. I brought my head up gradually and looked over at him. He couldn’t have been much older than I was. Late twenties maybe? He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a an old, tattered Houston Astros baseball cap.

My heart was beating like a jackhammer inside my chest. I had to keep it together. Was this it for me? Would I ever see my family again?

He didn’t say a word as he pulled out of the mall onto the street. Traffic was barely moving.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I managed to force the words out of my mouth.

Nothing. He just continued to maneuver through the sea of cars. My eyes locked on the gun pointed at me.

Fear began to give way to fight. It was NOT going to end this way. My mind raced through hundreds of different scenarios as I glanced around the car looking for an escape.

I pretended to cry. Well, maybe a little pretend. It was easy to bring forth the tears.
I cowered in the corner by the passenger door making sure it was unlocked. I pulled the latch just enough to create a crack in the door. For once, I was glad I had an older model car so there was no door alarm to start dinging. Step one.

As the car continued to inch along the crowded street, I knew this was my chance. Another half mile or so and he’d be able to accelerate and I’d be further away from any possibility of help.

I took a second, straightened up and closed my eyes. “God, help me”, I prayed silently.

Suddenly a car started honking and he turned to look. It was happening. Now.

As he looked away, I took my left hand and put a vise grip on his genitals.
He screamed in agony as he whipped his head back toward my direction. Before he could think, with my free hand, I grabbed his hand holding the gun and pointed it directly at him.

With both hands in use, I then stretched my body full length, legs pointing toward the passenger door. I kicked it with all my might. The car was stopped at a traffic light that had now turned green and cars were honking furiously around us, demanding the car move.

The door flew open and in one quick movement, I removed my hands from his genitals and the gun and flung myself out the door onto the street.

I didn’t even feel it when I hit the asphalt. I just picked myself up and started running towards the car behind me, screaming “Help! Help me!”.

People all around me responded to my cries as they rushed from their vehicles to rescue me.

I didn’t notice the blood oozing from the scrape on my knee and elbow. I didn’t realize I was dizzy from the combination of adrenalin, shock and my body slamming into the pavement.

I was free. It wouldn’t all end in act of violence. God had given another day with family and friends. The future never looked so good.

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