NEAR DEATH

KAREN'S POV

As I struggled to free myself from Carlos Fowler’s grip, I continued to scream. Even though his hand covered my mouth it didn't stop me from using all of my strength to yell and struggle.

He tried to open the door but I kicked it close. He snarled and smacked me hard across my face.

I knew that at some point he would still overpower me but I wasn't going to let him do so easily. He shoved me hard against the car. My body throbbed in pain and at that point I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in. I was already feeling my resistance wilting. He was far much stronger than I was. And there seemed to be no one in sight to help me. As if everyone suddenly decided to not pass the road that night.

The breeze that used to be soothing became harsh and I felt myself yielding, my strength failing.

Suddenly I heard a thud as if someone was running towards us. Before I would realise what was happening, a twat sounded and I heard Carlos Fowler grunt. His hold on me went