“RUNAWAY” – Chapter 2 “Reason To Run” by brokenwing

The sound of Joseph’s question broke Sammi’s memory flashback, “Ready to get something to eat? There’s a good diner up here a bit with plenty of parking.””Sure” Sammi replied noticing she was hungry and letting her mind wander to the question if the place was expensive?

Only a few minutes after making the suggestion Joseph pulled the big rig off the interstate and into the truck stop diner. Before getting out of the truck himself, he instructed Sammi how to safely crawl down from the cab of the truck.

As the two walked from the truck to the diner Joseph realized how short and petite Sammi stood. They both went to the washroom first then met in a booth to dine together. Sammi was careful in what she chose to order very well aware of her limited money. Joseph ordered a T-Bone steak and a baked potato. He told her she should order more then a salad as this diner had good food but she declined.

For the first several minutes Joseph just talked small talk about the diner and weather and area. He was relived that while speaking softly Sammi was at least engaged in the conversation. Especially when he brought up Ol’Jack, she lit up and even smiled, it was obvious she liked dogs. He used the opportunity to ask if she ever had her own Pet dog. Sammi shared about having a dog when she was little but revealed living in apartments kept her mom from being willing to have a pet any time recently.

He then decided to see if she might talk about more personal things. He decided to jump in with both feet. “You seem like ya got quite a few bruises. Is that why you’re out here hitching rides on the highway, or are ya just really clumsy?”

For a moment her eyes dropped, she tilted her head down and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He voice grew even softer when she replied, “Clumsy I guess.” She tried to put a fake smile on her face, but now that Joseph had seen her genuine smile when talking about Ol’Jack he was confident he could tell the difference. He thought about his question and was frustrated that he gave her the easy alternate answer asking if she was clumsy.

“No one should lay their hands on a pretty young lady like you…” he paused to choose his words more carefully, “…on anyone. Some of them bruises look like hand prints from being grabbed or held.” Again Joseph was upset with himself for not being more strategic with his words.” He decided to be more direct, “No young man got any right to lay his hands on ya.”

Once again he paused and thought carefully about his words and then added, “Nor your Pa neither. Especially a little thing like you. Can’t imagine you’re much of a whirling dervish.” Then he decided to try to lighten the mood, “Although I’d imagine you move a bit slower then Ol’Jack.”

He was relived that tease seemed to work and while still looking down she at least put a little smile on her face. The waitress stopped by and refreshed his coffee. When she did he ordered an order of French fries.

“They got the best fries here, even Ol’Jack likes them” he joked but also having noticed she ate every bite of her salad hoped she might eat some of the fries.

He tried to keep the conversation light over the next several minutes sharing some of the trouble his dog had gotten him into and sharing funny stories of the dog passing gas in the cab of the truck. Once again he managed to get her to relax and he was happy and relieved when she started eating some of the fries.

Joseph couldn’t help notice that despite the bruises and her petite frame, Sammi was a very attractive young woman. For such a petite female she had ample breasts. Her long brown hair was pretty and those grey blue eyes could catch any man’s attention. He waist was tiny but her hips nice and round. He felt a bit guilty for noticing but it was lonely being a long haul truck driver.

If he hadn’t seen the bruises and the fact that he did not guess she was even over the age of eighteen he might have considered giving his old sex tool some exercise. But he was not the type of man to take advantage of a female running away from trouble. He just hoped Sammi’s trouble didn’t find her while she was with him.

When they were close to finishing their food Joseph excused himself and went over to the counter and spoke with Donna the waitress. Sammi had noticed that he and Donna seemed quite familiar with one another so she thought nothing of him going to talk to her.

He came back, finished his cup of coffee, suggested they both take one more restroom break and then hit the road again. When she came out from using the bathroom she tried to pay Donna for her salad but Donna said it had already been paid.

When he came out, Sammi tried to give him the money, but he wouldn’t take it and joked that he bought her dinner since she had to take care of Ol’Jack. She tried a few more times but Joseph wouldn’t take the money.

They climbed back in the truck and headed out on the highway once again. Joseph teased her that she should take a turn driving. But when she seemed to take him seriously and said she’d try he asked to see her commercial driver’s license which she of course did not have and tensed up when he thought maybe he was asking to see her ID.

But he quickly got her relaxed and laughing saying that Ol’Jack had tried to get behind the wheel one time but he was lucky the blood hound couldn’t reach the pedals and see over the dash.

Once again he started up the melodic country and western music and after getting food in her belly Sammi started feeling sleepy and began to doze off and started to drift in and out of a dream of more of what Roger did to her…

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The physical abuse only continued to escalate and Holly was pretty sure she heard her mom crying a couple times as well after hearing them argue. She was pretty sure Roger was hitting her mom too. But her mom was the one who had to make the decision to kick him out or call the cops but that didn’t happen.

Her mother’s new boyfriend had only been living in their apartment a little over a month when things escalated more. It happened one night after her mother had made a romantic dinner for her most recent live in boyfriend. She cooked an Italian meal and even had purchased and opened a bottle of wine. Her mom sent her to her room early with a plate so she could be alone with him.

Not too much time passed before she heard their voices getting louder apparently in an argument. She turned on some music to drown out the arguing.

The music helped some and the noise seemed to die down and eventually she got tired, got ready for bed and turned off her lights getting under the covers. When she turned off her music she thought she heard her mom crying but it either didn’t last long or she was mistaken and after not hearing anything more she eventually drifted off to sleep.

She was startled awake by tremendous weight landing on her body and a firm hand over her mouth. It was aggressive and brutal and snapped her quickly out of a tight sleep. His pure weight alone was overpowering much more then any play wrestling match with friends even with a few of her guy friends. He pinned her body underneath him so much easier then she ever could have expected. Her own covers made it easier to restrain her arms and legs from fighting him off.

His hand left her mouth long enough to slap her hard first from left to right, then back hand from right to left and then a third slap like the first again.

He punched her hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs. She wondered if his intent was to kill her.

Within moments he somehow managed to get under the covers with her and she could feel his flesh rubbing against her flesh. His legs were hairy and she realized he only seemed to have on underwear.

She wasn’t even sure how he managed it other then intense pain from what she thought were his knees and likely one hand but in a matter of seconds she felt her own legs forced open wide.

She was pretty sure she felt him seem to kneel hard on her right thigh muscles and she realized she pushed her left thigh and knee wide as she felt first one, then two and then a third hard punch on her left thigh muscle after which out of instinct and desperation to stop the rapid hard punches she pushed her own leg as wide as she could as several more punches pounded her inner thigh.

Her arms made feeble attempts to push him off her but just pushing them up towards him seemed to emphasize the pain in her chest muscles where he had punched. When she attempted to cry out for help the base of his hand shoved up hard on her chin forcing her mouth to close so hard and fast she bit her own tongue causing her to taste sone blood. The hit to her jaw left her a bit woozy and she realized this wasn’t like some movie where the girl magical shoves the guy off her body. Roger was over six foot tall and in pretty good shape other than a beer gut but he had to easily weigh more then two hundred pounds and likely more then twice if not three times her weight.

She wasn’t sure if it was the sound of the fabric tearing or the unfamiliar pain of the hard pull of the fabric tight into her skin but she felt her panties digging into her flesh before they finally were pulled hard and fast out from around her hips and harshly from between her legs.

With her legs wide and the burn of the torn panties harsh on her hips and legs she knew she was about to be raped.

But it was like he wanted to give her time to think and anticipate what was about to happen because she didn’t immediately feel the pain between her legs she knew would be coming.

Instead she first felt him punch hard into her stomach and then into her right breast three times and then into her left breast three times.