Stalker by Gemma Rogers

Author:Gemma Rogers [Rogers, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boldwood Books

Sunday 28 January 2018

‘He was on top of me, grabbing my breasts and pulling at my clothes. I was crying and saying no, begging. We struggled, and I managed to push myself off the sofa and onto the floor. We hit the coffee table on the way down. That’s when I felt his hands around my throat.’

My fingers flutter across my neck, I think the dark purple blotches are more obvious now. Skin is still tender.

Hicks stares at my throat and I see disgust reflected in his eyes. I can tell he’s old school. A gentleman, someone that abhors violence against women.

‘Why do you think it escalated so quickly?’ Becker asks.

‘I think he panicked that I was going to leave. When I stood up, that’s when he got physical. I’m sure he put something in my drink as he was frustrated I didn’t want it.’ Hicks and Becker exchange a glance, but I can’t read them. The doctor, Joyce, took a sample of my blood during my examination. Did they find anything in it?

‘Take your time,’ Hicks says and I realise I’ve been staring into space.

‘He squeezed my throat, with one hand at first, trying to undo my jeans with the other, but I was fighting so much he couldn’t do it, so he used both hands and that’s when I struggled to breathe.’

‘Do you think he wanted to kill you?’ Becker asks.

‘Yes, and he would have done too. I was terrified, fighting for my life.’

‘What happened next?’

Tears stream down my cheeks. This is exhausting.

‘My hand was pulling at his fingers, trying to loosen his grip. Everything was going fuzzy. He grabbed one of my wrists over my head and held it down. I was trying to reach out for anything I could with my free hand.’ I wave my arm around demonstrating. ‘I knocked the tray on to the floor and I was trying to grab it to hit him with, but I couldn’t reach it. My fingers touched something, and I scrambled around trying to get hold of it. I didn’t know it was the knife.’ I sob into my palms, tears running down my wrists. My back heaving. Hysterical comes easy, I am hysterical.

It was hard not to panic as I felt my vision fade out; I had the knife in my hand, but I needed to hit the spot, the axillary artery under the armpit was the first choice. Not as horrific as the neck, more of an accidental severing than a deliberate one.

‘Can I get you some water?’ Hicks offers, and I shake my head. I’m hungry, but now is not the right time to ask when lunch is.

‘So, you had the knife in your hand?’ Becker says, urging me on. Her face is impassive. She’s good at this.

‘Yes, and I stabbed him with it.’ I shudder, but this one is real. There was so much blood.

‘Where on his body did you stab him?’

‘I don’t know, I don’t remember. I stabbed upwards, wherever I could. Just to get him off me.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.