Story

[Nunya]

She'd been late for work today. And as usual, she'd not heard the end of it. God, the way they carried on about it, you'd have thought she was an integral part of CSIS and her 5 minutes tardiness had put the country's security at risk. You would have thought.

She'd been scrubbing pots all day. Or so it seemed. It's as though they deliberately burnt everything just to [censored] her off. But they were too transparent. And she knew never to let them see her bleed. So she'd borne it all in silence. Stared back at them stolidly as they'd yelled at her to hurry up, they needed plates: salad plates, dinner plates, soup bowls; they needed the pots: saucepans, stock-pots, fryers; they scornfully expounded the urgency for her to go and unplug the toilets in the women's washroom. They scolded her for not emptying the trash before it got close to over flowing.

All this she took in stride. She said nothing, she worked hard. The harder they pushed, the harder she worked. They thought she was 'slow', 'retarded'. An idiot.

She'd heard them laughing at her on their smoke breaks: the very breaks they'd never invited her on. She'd heard their sly digs into her intelligence. She'd heard them expounding on the deficit of her race as manifested through her.

She'd heard it all and said nothing. It was a job. A means to an end. And she would not be sidetracked. No matter how hard they tried.

But it was the end of another day. She'd gotten her pay-cheque and she folded it neatly and put it in the tiny pocket below the belt of her jeans. That was her 'safe' pocket. Nothing ever got lost from that pocket.

She'd muttered her 'goodbyes' and left, not acknowledging by word or gesture those who ignored her or those who bade her false farewells.

[Nunya]

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Oops, my mom's calling, I'll be back later...

[diabolical_Tanya]

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[Shine_Eye_Girl]

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ok now....

[Phatty]

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Finally something for ME to read

[MarieK]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Oops, my mom's calling, I'll be back later... </div></div> suh hole day she cudda call u an she choose fi call now

cho kissteet

[Kurlie]

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half a page and she gawn...kissstteeetttthhhh

[Hush Darlin]

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I wont start reading as yet

[Nunya]

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She climbed into her small car and anxiously checked the fuel gauge. She'd be able to make it to the bank in time, please, she prayed. She was probably just running on fumes now.

She backed out of the employee's parking space and slammed on the brakes. Her heart pounding she shakily put the car in park, her tires over the lines, the nose of her car sticking out further than she would like.

&quot;Are you blind or what?&quot;

&quot;So-sorry,&quot; she stammered. &quot;I didn't see you...&quot;

&quot;That's cause you're too [censored] short to be driving! Why don't you put a pillow under your [censored] or something?&quot;

She breathed in. Held it and then slowly exhaled. She'd gathered that he wasn't hurt. She was sure she hadn't even touched him. Why had he been standing behind her anyway? He didn't drive, or at least not as far as she knew. He took the bus to work, or a cab or bummed a ride. He was her co-worker, but she knew next to nothing about him, except the fact that he'd been trying to hit on her when no one else was looking.

The fact that no one else was looking now seemed to dawn on him, because his tone changed and his swagger reappeared. He moved to the driver's side of the car and bent down to peer through the window. She rolled the window down.

&quot;Hey,&quot; he said, his tone conciliatory. &quot;You alright?&quot;

She nodded and tried to smile. She wanted him to move away, but she did not want to be rude.

&quot;You sure,&quot; he asked, his eyes eying her breasts and peering down at her thighs. She clenched them, thankful that she was wearing jeans.

&quot;I'm good,&quot; she mumbled, her smile hurting.

&quot;So,&quot; he said, now on his haunches.

She silently sighed. She needed to make the bank. She wanted him gone but couldn't afford to tell him so. She remembered the little she knew of him. The pettiness he was prone to.

&quot;Why're you in such a hurry?&quot; he asked.

&quot;I got to get to the bank,&quot; she replied, trying to look regretful. &quot;Before it closes.&quot;

&quot;Yeah,&quot; he said, disinterested. &quot;So since you've got paid, you want to buy me a drink later?&quot;

She forced a chuckle, &quot;Sorry, but I don't drink.&quot;

&quot;That's ok,&quot; he replied, eyebrows raised suggestively. &quot;I'll do the drinking, if you do the buying. Fifty/fifty.&quot;

God.

&quot;Yo, Jeff!&quot; The voice came from across the parking lot. &quot;Whaddup bro?&quot;

Jeffrey reached in and drew his finger down her collarbone to where her breasts parted. She recoiled, but he was too self-satisfied to notice.

&quot;Maybe next time,&quot; he promised softly, before standing up and yelling back, &quot;Yo! Just out for a nicotine fix man! Whaddup?&quot;

She carefully put the car in drive and moved off, watching his legs in the rear-view mirror. She was happy that he was gone, that she was leaving, that the incident was over.

She did not see his eyes, and the narrowed look he threw her. She did not see him rub the finger that he'd touched her with, to the side of his face before putting it to his tongue.

[Nunya]

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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Queen_of_d_A</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Oops, my mom's calling, I'll be back later... </div></div> suh hole day she cudda call u an she choose fi call now

cho kissteet </div></div>

She a call mi from Jamaica man.

[Shine_Eye_Girl]

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Come on now....

[applepie]

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[Nunya]

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It was the weekend! Or at least, the beginning of it! Her small paycheque was deposited, her gas tank was full, she'd picked up some food from the Chinese take-out and she'd also picked up a movie from Rogers!

She couldn't wait to get to her apartment, shower, curl up in bed with her movie and Won-ton soup and just veg! God she was tired.

After checking her mail-slot on the way in and finding that there was just bills and credit card offers, she'd nodded politely at her neighbour who she'd passed in the narrow corridor leading to her door, entered her apartment, kicked her cheap running shoes off, left the take-out on the small table by the door and started peeling her clothes off.

She left her clothing in her wake. She tested the water, grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste from the perch on the small sink and then stood under the blast of the shower to let it work its magic.

The force of the water drowned everything out. After a while she heard nothing. Felt nothing. The water became a roar in her ears. A comfort as it washed her clean.

Normally, as she would stand beneath the heavy force of the water, she would replay her plans. Recount her savings. Remind herself of how much she had, how much she needed and how much further she had to go. But not today. She was just too tired. Too drained to even think. So she stood there, her hair soaked through, her oral supplies dangling from her hands while the water beat a heavy soothing rhythm on her chest.

It had just began to work, when a sound intruded.

She was lethargic, trying to shake of the comfort of her moment, moving her neck to get the kink out that comes from standing too long in one position under a hot shower. She did not move quickly enough to investigate the sound. And so was even more unprepared.

[Shine_Eye_Girl]

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Please don't do this to me.....

[Nunya]

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She choked and spluttered, the water that was previously her friend and comfort, now a barrier and an enemy as it filled her mouth, ears and eyes. Her mouth had flown open in surprise which had quickly turned to shock and her eyes had followed suit.

Someone was not only in her apartment. They were in the shower, with her, pushing her, forcing her against the wall...

She tried to yell, at first in annoyance, then anger, then fear. But the forceful water prevented her, filling her mouth and then it seemed, her lungs.

She was coughing and spluttering her fingers releasing the toothpaste and the brush to become splayed before her face as the tried to stop the water. She tried to hear, to <span style="font-style: italic">feel</span> who it was that was there.

He was big. Bigger than her, but then, wasn't everyone? He pushed her hard, into the tiles. It knocked the wind from her and she felt lightheaded. Suddenly everything was swimming, even though her eyes were now tightly closed. The heat. It was too much. She couldn't breathe. She thought she would faint.

But he was now pushing <span style="font-style: italic">into</span> her. Her small slender frame was awkwardly angled as the side of her head was forced against the tiles, her ear almost a suction cup, her neck brittle and aching in the unnatural position.

He had her legs apart. His thighs between them was a brace. She realised that he was naked too.

She did not know how long it lasted. She did not know if it hurt or not. She did not know if he came. Her knowledge consisted of one fact: she was being raped. And every thrust became a taunt that went on and on until he stopped. And pushed her one last time into the tiles. She wanted to tell him that that was not necessary. She couldn't go any deeper into the walls. But she said nothing because she couldn't. She'd lost her voice. Even the one that was always inside, giving her clever rejoinders, smart-[censored] comebacks, was silent. As though it too was in shock. As though it too had been plundered.

She did not know how long she stood there, or even if she stood. She did not know how long it was before the hot water ran out and the cold torrent pelted her, telling her without words that it was no longer her friend. That she should get out or it too would take something from her.

She did not know when everything left.