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closed her eyes and held her breath. Suddenly he cut her hands free and she felt him throw something over her.
âThis is our special night, Connie, and I want you to look your best.â
Connie was terrified and confused. In the darkness, it felt like a dress, a taffeta dress with a crinoline underskirt. The texture of it brought back the memory of a pink sweetheart topped dress she had worn to Andrewâs junior prom. âWhat is this?â Connie asked in a hushed voice.
âYou wore it to the prom the year you were supposed to go with me. But you broke our date to go with someone else, and we both know who that someone was, donât we, Connie?â
âMartin?â Connie couldnât believe it. âYouâre my friend, Martin. Why are you doing this?â
âYouâre getting smarter by the minute, bitch. But you still got to get a little smarter.â
âMartin, we planned to go together since I was afraid my parents wouldnât let me date Andrew. Donât you remember? I confided in you. I wasnât sure what my parents would say about going with an older black boy. You offered to take me so I could meet Andrew there. You and I werenât really going to the dance together; you know that.â
âPut the dress on!â Martin yelled.
âI will, if you free my feet.â
âOf course, my darling,â Martin said softly. âI only want to dance with you.â Martin took the knife and cut the rope tied around her feet.
Connieâs mind was racing as she stood up and slowly unzipped her expensive couture gown and stepped out of it. Naked except for her panties, she braced herself for an attack. Connie believed Martin intended to rape her.
She stepped quickly into the taffeta dress and pulled up the zipper under her arm.
âNo need to bother with that,â Martin said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her across the room with surprising strength for such a scrawny man.
Pinning her to the wall, he turned on the overhead light. It cast a dim, gloomy aura about the room, but Connie could finally see where she was. It was a bedroom decorated with unremarkable furniture, probably hand-me-downs with posters hanging on the wall. The light was too dim to distinguish what was on the posters, but it seemed like the room of a teenager.
Martin dragged her towards a boom box and pushed the start button. The old song, Goodnight My Love , began to play. Still wearing the long black robe, Martin held Connie tightly to his chest and pushed her head down against his shoulder. He swayed to the music and said in his whispery voice, âWe dance so well together, my darling.â
Dancing slowly around the room with Martin, Connie looked out the window. Her stomach turned, and she would have passed out if Martin hadnât been holding her so tightly. It was the view from her old bedroom window. Martin had made her a prisoner in her own bedroom.
Connie caught a glimpse of a doll in the corner of the room. The dollâs eyes were missing. Its cadaverous, smiling face was horrifying and mocking, but it was familiar to her. She realized it was the doll her Grandfather had given to her. She loved the doll and one day it suddenly disappeared. Connie realized now that her precious doll had been a victim just like her. Connie was certain she was going to die here, just like her parents. The shrill cry of the vulture mimicked her worst fears.
Connie prayed silently, so as to not raise Martinâs ire. She looked back over to the window and saw her motherâs face reflected in the glass. The vision didnât scare Connie; instead it reassured her. Her mother didnât say anything, but she smiled her kindly smile and silently communicated to Connie that she was there to protect her.
Chapter 16
Andrew was tired of waiting in the car. He turned the motor off and walked into the party. Julio was at the bar. Andrew walked over to him and
âThis is our special night, Connie, and I want you to look your best.â
Connie was terrified and confused. In the darkness, it felt like a dress, a taffeta dress with a crinoline underskirt. The texture of it brought back the memory of a pink sweetheart topped dress she had worn to Andrewâs junior prom. âWhat is this?â Connie asked in a hushed voice.
âYou wore it to the prom the year you were supposed to go with me. But you broke our date to go with someone else, and we both know who that someone was, donât we, Connie?â
âMartin?â Connie couldnât believe it. âYouâre my friend, Martin. Why are you doing this?â
âYouâre getting smarter by the minute, bitch. But you still got to get a little smarter.â
âMartin, we planned to go together since I was afraid my parents wouldnât let me date Andrew. Donât you remember? I confided in you. I wasnât sure what my parents would say about going with an older black boy. You offered to take me so I could meet Andrew there. You and I werenât really going to the dance together; you know that.â
âPut the dress on!â Martin yelled.
âI will, if you free my feet.â
âOf course, my darling,â Martin said softly. âI only want to dance with you.â Martin took the knife and cut the rope tied around her feet.
Connieâs mind was racing as she stood up and slowly unzipped her expensive couture gown and stepped out of it. Naked except for her panties, she braced herself for an attack. Connie believed Martin intended to rape her.
She stepped quickly into the taffeta dress and pulled up the zipper under her arm.
âNo need to bother with that,â Martin said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her across the room with surprising strength for such a scrawny man.
Pinning her to the wall, he turned on the overhead light. It cast a dim, gloomy aura about the room, but Connie could finally see where she was. It was a bedroom decorated with unremarkable furniture, probably hand-me-downs with posters hanging on the wall. The light was too dim to distinguish what was on the posters, but it seemed like the room of a teenager.
Martin dragged her towards a boom box and pushed the start button. The old song, Goodnight My Love , began to play. Still wearing the long black robe, Martin held Connie tightly to his chest and pushed her head down against his shoulder. He swayed to the music and said in his whispery voice, âWe dance so well together, my darling.â
Dancing slowly around the room with Martin, Connie looked out the window. Her stomach turned, and she would have passed out if Martin hadnât been holding her so tightly. It was the view from her old bedroom window. Martin had made her a prisoner in her own bedroom.
Connie caught a glimpse of a doll in the corner of the room. The dollâs eyes were missing. Its cadaverous, smiling face was horrifying and mocking, but it was familiar to her. She realized it was the doll her Grandfather had given to her. She loved the doll and one day it suddenly disappeared. Connie realized now that her precious doll had been a victim just like her. Connie was certain she was going to die here, just like her parents. The shrill cry of the vulture mimicked her worst fears.
Connie prayed silently, so as to not raise Martinâs ire. She looked back over to the window and saw her motherâs face reflected in the glass. The vision didnât scare Connie; instead it reassured her. Her mother didnât say anything, but she smiled her kindly smile and silently communicated to Connie that she was there to protect her.
Chapter 16
Andrew was tired of waiting in the car. He turned the motor off and walked into the party. Julio was at the bar. Andrew walked over to him and
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