A Town of mass Destruction (standard:other, 2372 words)
Author: Leah Lalaland	Added: Jan 06 2002	Views/Reads: 3169/2335	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
What happens when your boyfriend holds a gun to your head and makes you swear not to tell...

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pancakes. The waitress is flirting with Pablo.  Funny, because she 
doesn’t know what he has in his left pocket. 

Pablo finishes his stack of pancakes and pays for us both.  The cash is
stolen, but I’m not about to mention that in front of the whole 
restaurant, not to mention Pablo’s lady friend (or whatever you want to 
call the bimbo waiting tables this morning). As we leave the diner that 
has pink upholstery and peeling yellow wallpaper, Pablo pinches the 
waitress’s big butt. She giggles and bats her fake eyelashes, and Pablo 
whispers something in her ear that must be incredibly perverted because 
she broke out in a laughing fit and whispered something back. I think 
it’s gross, of course...but I guess, I guess I’m a little jealous. 
Yeah, jealous. Who wouldn’t be? But something told me that he was just 
flirting with her to make me jealous, because I wouldn’t give in to his 
hotel room idea. 

Outside of the diner, Pablo laughs hysterically.  “Quite a lady”, he
says through giggles.  He is holding my wrist loosely and laughing, but 
once we get to the Honda, his manner changes.  His grip on my wrist 
gets tighter, and he says “So, what do you say, babe?” He traps me 
against the seat, heads for the buttons of my shirt...I want to push 
him away...I do, so why am I not? So I push him off of me, at least I 
try to.  “Come on, I really mean it this time”... he reaches for the 
first button. He weighs a lot more then me, and he has that look in his 
eyes...mama always said to watch out for these kind of guys, but I 
wouldn’t listen to her. And now... Pablo’s hand rips off the buttons 
before I can stop him.  He runs his hand down to the bottom of my shirt 
and grabs at it, almost yanking it off my body. He runs his hands over 
from my neck down, then back up until he’s reached my bra strap behind 
my back. “Pablo, get off me!!” I shout. His face is right next to mine, 
his breath is minty fresh from the mint he had a second ago, and he 
whispers, “I know you want it, Rosana, so just shut up and let me at 
least see your damn body.” With that, the shirt comes off and he rubs 
his hands against my bra, reaching to the back of it.  I could stop 
him, but the weird thing is, I don’t want to. He un-straps it, and 
suddenly, mama’s chocolate brown eyes are staring at me, her sweet 
smile... Pablo is slowly taking off my bra, and suddenly, I push him 
off of me with every muscle I’m capable of using, ones I didn’t even 
know I had.  “Rosana!” Pablo is gruffer now. “I have a gun.” “No!” I 
try to get away, but the image of Pablo’s revolver stops me.  He 
continues to strip me down.  He smells bad, like animal sweat. “Did you 
wear deodorant today?” “Shut up, bitch!” He is pulling at my jeans now, 
coming on to strong to stop.  “You’re molesting me, you know,” I tell 
him, even though it probably isn’t the time to be a smart-ass. 
“Molesting you? You’re an adult!” “You know I’m seventeen, and your 
twenty one, and that any qualified adult raping a minor is molesting 
them,” I say. He’s too busy to hear me, because he’s pulling down my 
jeans, going farther down, farther down... I’m afraid now, so instead 
off talking my head off, I shut up.  Pablo has successfully stripped me 
of my jeans and panties, and ripping off his own button down shirt. He 
finally is only in his boxers, thankfully, and he’s begun kissing me, 
my neck, the top of my chest, Taking off his boxers, kissing lower and 
lower.  I can’t even look, after he’s fully nude.  Grabbing me, rubbing 
my breasts... “No!” I don’t know how, but I manage to push him off me, 
and send his body soaring towards the windshield. His head hit’s the 
dashboard, but I can tell he’s conscious, grabbing at the air. He 
finally grabs me, shouts at me at the top of his lungs  “fucking 
bitch!”  I don’t care, because he doesn’t hurt me. He pulls his 
clothing back on, I put on mine. He starts to drive, and we head deeper 
into Vegas. 

“We’d better stop at a clothes store,” he says through is teeth, “So you
can change out of those rags and into something sexy for when we hit 
the casinos tonight.” The way he says that, it doesn’t sound right. 
Damn! He’s probably gonna want to rob a casino or something... “Rosana? 
Snap out of it, we’re at the  store.” I can tell he’s still mad at me. 

I try on clothes, finaly deciding on a sheer black tube dress.  “Come
out so I can see it on you!” Pablo says.  I don’t want to obey, but 
there is a gun in his hand, so I slip out of the dressing room and show 
him my selection.  He smiles.  “I’ll pay,” he says. 

I stare at the clock in Pablo’s car. The bright green numbers flash
6:30. He climbs back into the car, he was just having a smoke for a 
second. “Ready to go to some casinos?” “Yeah... what are we going to 
do, lose all the money you stole?” “No, smart ass, we’re gonna rob em!” 
He stares at me, taking in every feature of my body. It gives me the 
shivers. “You look hot,” he informs me. I turn to the window and mouth 
shut up.  The gun is suddenly at my head, so I can tell Pablo is in a 
bad mood.  Has been ever since this morning. 

We are at the first casino.  The Pot Of Gold, it’s called.  I see a
bunch of old ladies, drinking vodka, walking through the brilliantly 
lit doors.  It almost makes me feel bad for their husbands, because I’m 
sure they are blowing all the savings on those stupid slot machines. 
Pablo leads me in through the doors, and a bunch of people are standing 
around drunk, cheerfully shouting and laughing. Pablo puts his arm 
around me, I can feel his hand on my butt. I want to brush him off, but 
I don’t. Out of fear. Pablo orders a couple drinks, hands me one, ad 
starts sipping his. “In twenty minutes, I’m going to sneak into the 
back room where all the money is. In order to do that, I need you to 
fake a broken leg so that the faculty members have to come and help 
you, got it?” he says very nonchalantly, as if he’s talking about the 
weather. I nod, and we head over to the slots. 

At ten to seven, Pablo’s plan of action begins.  I start flipping levers
on a slot machine (out of order, because I didn’t even pay).  Once 
Pablo signals, I bend down, and pretend to trip on a table leg.  “Ow!” 
I cry out.  “Shit!  Oh my god, my leg!”  A small crowd has gathered, 
and increasing by the second, until a couple of faculty workers break 
through it.  I signal to Pablo that it’s okay. “Thank you,” I say to 
the faculty crew. “I think I just twisted it, and my...husband will 
help me back to our car.” I smile, and they put me down. I wobble a 
bit, and thank them again, and disappear into the crowd. With every 
step, I think, damn you, Pablo. I hate you. I hate you. You’ve made me 
a damn criminal myself! How could you do this to me... I realize he 
hasn’t gotten back yet. It’s my chance to escape, to be free! I hide 
behind a slot machine, slip off my new spike heels, and begin to run. 

Out of Pot Of Gold casino, out of Pablo’s life.  I ponder over weather I
should take the Honda.  No, he’ll follow me.  That bastard... my 
thoughts are interrupted as someone comes out of the casino.  Pablo.  
“You’re too damn conspicuous, Rosana!” He shouts at me.  “Now get in 
the car!” But I slink lower, so he can’t see me. “Rosana, you know I 
love you!” I want to scream at him, then take me to my home! Where I 
belong! But I don’t.  “ But you don’t love me!” I scream.  Pablo grabs 
the gun out of his left pocket, shoots at the other side of the car 
blindly.  But I am already running.  I look back to see Pablo shoot up 
the Honda with all of the money and chuckle at him. He whirls around, 
eyes low, face sad. With that, he gets in the damaged car and leaves 
Vegas. And I stand there, moon shining on my face, and whisper “Good 
bye.” 


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