Chapter 40

Jen screamed as she was tossed onto the bed. The man jumped on top of her and pinned her arms above her head. Kicking and screaming, Jen begged him to let her go. She tried to kick him off her, but he grabbed at her pants, pulling them down roughly. Jen knew what was going to happen, he was going to rape her again. He had been raping her for the past three days. Today, Jen was determined that she would try a different approach.

Jen stopped kicking against him and pushed up into him. Wrapping her legs around his waist. He smiled at her and stopped, letting her hands go that were pinned above her head. She gently cupped his face, and Jen glanced back and saw that he had left the door open. Kissing him lightly on the lips, he smiled again at her. Jen ran her fingers up and down his back. He groped at her chest under her shirt, Jen pushed him back slightly and followed him until she was on top of him. She kissed down his chest, and when she got to his erection, she took him into her mouth. He was moaning and gripping her hair, as he let go of her hair, she bit down hard causing him to scream. Jen took off for the door. He was still screaming as she scrambled up the stairs. The door led to a kitchen. Jen bolted through the kitchen and straight out the back door. As she ran down the street, she heard a commotion behind her and as she looked the man was now running after her.

Jen saw a neighbor's house as she ran down the road in a t-shirt and underwear. She ran up to the door and pounded on the door screaming, “someone help me, please. This guy is trying to kill me.”

The door opened and a gentleman and lady stood in the doorway. They pulled Jen inside and slammed the door as the kidnapper ran up into the yard. “What is going on?” the man asked. The woman pulled Jen into her arms as the tears fell from her eyes.

“That man is trying to kill me, he kidnapped me a few days ago from a bar,” Jen sobbed into the women’s voluptuous chest.

“Oh honey, hurry, Rick call 911,” the woman said. She peeked out the window and saw that the man was pacing in front of the house on the sidewalk. “Don’t you worry, we won’t let anything happen to you, I’m Marge and my husband is Rick.” Marge grabbed a pistol from the side table in the foyer of their house.

“I’m Jen,” Jen said, sobbing.

Rick called 911 and spoke with the dispatch, giving them the address to the house.

“Let’s get you something to wear, you are about my daughter’s size,” Marge said.

Marge escorted Jen through the house with her arm around her shoulders. Jen cried as they walked into a bright pink bedroom. Everything was pink, the bed, the walls, the curtains, and even the furniture had been painted pink.

“Someone likes pink, huh,” Jen said, looking around.

“Yes, my daughter Trudy loves pink,” Marge said with a laugh.

Grabbing a few items out of the closet, she handed them to Jen and then directed her to the bathroom to clean up. Jen changed out of her dirty t-shirt and underwear, putting them into the Ziploc baggie that Marge had brought to the bathroom. “Evidence,” Marge said as she took the baggie from Jen and headed downstairs.

“You can rest in here for a few minutes if you like until the police get here,” Marge said as they heard sirens. Jen and Marge both went to the window and could see 4 police cars pull up in front of the house. Officers jumped out of their vehicles and stood with their guns drawn near their open doors. The kidnapper was still standing on the sidewalk, looking surprised.

The kidnapper got onto the ground at the instructions of the police officers and placed his hands behind his head face down on the ground. One officer came up and handcuffed him, while the other three officers kept their guns pointed at him. Marge and Jen stood in the window, watching as the kidnapper was put into the back of the police car and driven off. Jen visibly sighed, taking a few deep breaths to calm her fears.

A police officer could be heard downstairs talking to Rick as Marge and Jen came down the stairs and into the living room. The police officer greeted them as they entered the living room. “Good afternoon ladies, I assume you are Jen?” the officer asked, looking towards Jen.

“Yes, I am,” Jen said as she took a seat next to Marge on the living room couch.

“Are you Jen Walker?” the officer asked.

“Yes I am,” Jen said.

“We have a missing person’s report for you,” the officer stated as he sat down across from Jen on the coffee table.

“Oh thank God someone knew I was gone,” Jen said as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Could I get you something to eat or drink?” Marge asked Jen and the officer.

“A bottle of water would be great,” the officer said.

“Yes please, anything would be good, I haven’t eaten much for days,” Jen said.

“Okay, let me fix you something, I will have Rick come and sit with you,” Marge said.

“Rick, can you come sit with Jen while the police ask her a few questions, I am going to make her something to eat,” Marge said as Rick came into the living room. He sat down next to Jen and put his arm around her.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay, you’re safe now,” Rick said.

The police continued to ask Jen about the kidnapping and where the house was, turned out it was their neighbor who had kidnapped her. The police went over to the house next door and found the kidnapper’s mother trying to clean up the evidence of Jen being in their house. Her son had long suffered from schizophrenia and would spend a lot of time in the basement. The mother of the kidnapper was also arrested for her involvement in enabling her son to kidnap, torture, and rape young girls.

After having a bite to eat, Marge and Rick drove Jen to Vivienne’s house.

Jen didn’t feel comfortable going to her own apartment, which Marge and Rick understood.

Jen knocked on the front door and gasped as the door came open and standing in the doorway was…