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CHAPTER 15: Brenda

It was 3 in the morning when Steve woke by the sound of Johns cell phone. It was dark; the only light came from the street. John reluctantly took his arms from around Steve. He cleared his thought, trying to push the sleep from it.

“Hello.” He said. His voice low. “I’m at Steve. What’s up?”

Steve jerked at the mention of his name. He was wondering whom John was talking to, who he would tell his true whereabouts. He turned toward John, trying to hear as much of the conversation as he could.

“Are you ok. Where are you?” He yelled to the mystery calling. Terror and pain exploded in his eyes. His hand over his chest, the phone nearly dropped from his hands. “I’ll be there in a few. Wait there.” He demanded. He slammed the phone close, jumped from the bed. He put on his pants and shirt in one quick movement.

Steve said. “What’s wrong?”

“The guy, Brenda left with, tried to rape her. She’s stuck in the park. With no clothes. Damn it. I shouldn‘t have let her leave with him. Should have seen this coming” John yelled.

“Is she ok? I mean, she’s not hurt is she?” Steve asked, grabbing clothes and throwing them on.

“That’s what I’m going to find out. “ He said heading for the door. He hadn’t noticing Steve getting dress. “What are you doing?” John asked, stopping at the bottom for the stairs.

“I’m going with you. “

“Steve there’s no need. I’m just going take her home.”

“No, the both of you will come back here. Lets go, we’re wasting time.” Steve said. He swung open the door, leaving John to chase after him.

“We have to stop at my house, she needs clothes.” John said as he unlocked the car doors.

"We should pick her up first, get the clothes later.” Steve said as he got into the passenger side.

“No, the park is to far from the street, she can’t walk around like that.” John’s face was twisted with fear. He just wanted her to be ok.

“Wait, here.” Steve ran back into his house. Minutes later he emerged with his mothers housecoat, he throw it in the backseat.

Less than a minute later they were pulling out of the driveway.

When they arrived at the park, Brenda was nowhere in site. John’s heart began to beat out of control. He rushed around calling her name, but no answerer.

“Where is she, she said the park. Steve where is she?” He screamed.

“John calm down, let’s look around she has to be here somewhere. You go that way, I’ll go this way. One of us is bound to find.”

“Steve, if I ever see him again, I’ll kill him. I swear it. ” John yelled

“John Lets find Brenda first.” Steve said.

Steve run towards the mans lavorty, beads of sweat poured down his bow, into his eyes, making it hard to see. As he approached the restroom, he saw something on the glass, nest to the bench. He slowed down, trying to focus his eyes.
Whatever, or whoever it was didn’t move. He stopped less than five feet from the object, adjusted his eyes to the darkness. He realized it was a person, it was Brenda. He ran over to her body. Blood spilled out of cuts from her face. Her legs and arms were badly bruised. Her neck red with large fingerer paints.

He checked her pulse, she was alive, breathing. It looked as if she’d fainted. Not far from her unconscious body, was her purse and cell phone.

Steve stood up. “John, she’s here, hurry.”

John ran from the other side of the park as fast as his legs could carry him. He dropped down to his knees next to Brenda. He lifted her in his arms and carried her naked body to his car. After he’d laid her across the backseat, he covered her with the housecoat Steve brought from his house. He and Steve got into the car, but John didn’t start it up. He didn’t know what to do.

“We have to take her to the hospital.” Steve said.

“No, we need to get her back to your house. She’ll be pissed if we took her there.”

“Why?” John she’s hurt, badly.”

“Steve you have to trust me on this. The hospital will call her parents, and their jump on her as soon as she came too. No, we take her to your house. I have to find out what happen.” John was trembling. He blamed his self. If he’d made her stay, she’d be ok.

“I shouldn’t have let her leave me.” John said.

He started the car, pulled onto Main Street and headed back towards Steve home.