Breaking The Cycle

Chapter 19

Sarah's POV

*Present Day*

    My alarm sounds, filling the room with it's high pitched ring until I reach over slamming it off. Rolling to my side, I pick my phone up off the table next to the bed and check the time seeing I have about 15 minutes to get up and dressed before I need to leave for work. Last night was another long night, just like the last few have been, only this time I actually went to sleep unlike before, but my sleep was filled with nightmares of Mark and Austin's b***h of an ex. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stretch before walking to the closet and grabbing my clothes. I go to the bathroom and shower, brush my teeth, and get dressed and then head out to the kitchen for coffee. Guzzling my coffee, burning my mouth as usual, I set my empty cup in the sink and head out to my car, climbing in and starting it up. 

    "Damn it!" I hit the steering wheel and check the time again. I have to be at work in less than 10 minutes and I have no gas to get there. Cursing myself as I pull out of the driveway and down the little dirt road, I check my 'miles to empty' gauge and see I can make it to the gas station around the corner from work. I drive a little slower than normal, well more like I drive the actual speed limit and make my way across town in the direction of my job. I pull into the gas station just as my gas light flicks on and my car starts to sputter and thank god for letting me make it. I dig around the backseat for a minute looking for my wallet, my hand finally landing on it under one of the kid's toys. I pull out my debit card and cut the cars engine, stepping out to the pump. Just as I am sliding my card and sticking it in my pocket, a rough and dirty hand covers my mouth and I feel pressure on the center of my back.

    "Scream or make a scene and I pull the trigger right here bitch." a deep menacing voices whispers in my ear. The hand slowly slides from my mouth and falls on my shoulder, gripping it tightly. I mentally kick myself for parking at the pump furthest from the building and not just going straight to work and calling Austin to get me gas.

    "My debit card is in my back pocket and I have a little cash in my wallet in the front seat. I don't have anything else of value, I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me." I plead quietly, trying not upset my attacker. 

    "I don't want your s**t dumb b***h. I want you!" the voice growls in my ear and before I know it I'm being turned and pushed towards an unfamiliar car parked behind me. Just as we reach the car, the wind changes direction and a musky smell fills my nose and it's like a brick wall hits my in the face. My attacker isn't a stranger, in fact I know him very well. I go to turn and face him, when the butt of the gun slams into my head, knocking me unconscious.