I close my eyes. The rain patters down softly, sending my tired brain whirling dizzily outside of this small car. He sits next to me. I can feel him staring at me, focused on something I cannot comprehend.

I don't want to open my eyes. I can feel him edging closer to me; his breath is hot and smells slightly sour. All I want to do is go home, but I know he won't take me home, not until he gets what he wants. His hands circle my waist, and his fingers find purchase at the bottom of my t-shirt. I wish now I had worn something larger, something that would've made him pass me over for some more willing candidate. His calloused fingers rub my breasts, hard, and I want to cry. But I don't. I couldn't if I wanted to. I have no tears for this bastard on top of me. He finds my zipper, and pulls it down. I can feel him pressing against me as he rids my body of all clothing waist down. His hands are on my back, roughly pulling and kneading my skin. He shifts me upwards, and impales me. The pain rockets through my body, and my eyes shoot open involuntarily. My mouth is open in a silent scream as every nerve ending burns. I look down on him, grunting, and I am so disgusted with myself for allowing it to happen.

Suddenly, I can't hear anything. Everything in front of me is fading, losing color, turning to shades of gray. Then there is color, and I can't feel the pain anymore. I can't feel anything. I am not in the car anymore; I am standing at the edge of a grassy field. I see him; he is riding a beautiful Appaloosa mare. He is making her gallop, hard, there is foam flying out of her mouth and her eyes are rolling around in her skull. He is practicing for the competition. I don't know why I know this. He is pushing the horse hard; she can't keep up with him. She snorts and stops, throwing him off her back. He is flying, and I am amazed that a human body can go so far. He lands on his head with a sharp crack, and there is blood leaking out of his neck, his neck that is at such a funny angle. I want to go closer, but I can't move my feet. The color fades out again, and there is the sound of wind in my ears.

I am back in the car, looking down on his mussed brown head. He looks up at me, and grins, to him sexily, and to me evilly. He asks me if I want him to take me back to the party. I say no. He shrugs, and drives me to my house. I get out and stand in the driveway, watching his car drive away. He needs to have his transmission fixed. I turn and go inside. I shower, and then sleep.