Saving a lost beauty

I had just finished my afternoon shift at work on Friday and was headed for the local watering hole to have several cold beers and celebrate the fact that I survived another week. It was a warm June evening and I drove along the city streets through the worst part of town. I usually cut across the shady section of Detroit as I could get to the bar faster and there was usually no traffic to screw with. Tonight’s the same, burnt vacant houses and empty factories and nothing good going on.

As I came to the stop sign I thought I saw something on the street. I turned on the high beams and sure enough there was something along the side of the road. I moved over to avoid hitting it and as I was about to pass by it moved. My God, it looked like a person lying in the road.

I slammed on the brakes and backed up past it and turned so my headlights would sine on it. Sure enough it was a human body. I threw the truck in park and got out. Knowing what this part of town was like, I reached under the seat and grabbed my S&W nine millimeter pistol. I got out of the pickup and carefully walked around the front of my truck and made my way to the body. When I got up close I could see that it was the body of a young woman. Just as I was bending over to see if she was alive she raised her arm and begged “help me please.”

She scared the living shit out of me and I almost fell over backward. I regained my composure and moved closer to her. I could see that she was bruised up and had obviously been beaten up. I wasn’t sure if I should move her or call an ambulance.

“Help me please” she cried “I need help.”

“It’s OK” I assured her “I will get you help.”

“No police” she said “please don’t get the police.”

“You need to go to the hospital” I explained “you could be hurt bad.”

“No hospital, no police, please” she begged as she began to cry “I need help.”

“Can you move? Are you able to stand?” I asked her “we need to get the fuck out of here.”

“If you will help me I think I can walk” she answered holding out her hand.

I took her hand and I helped her to her feet. She was fairly tall and I put my arm around her and helped her to the truck. I opened the door and picked her up and sat her inside on the seat. Once the light inside the truck hit her face I could see the bruises and I quickly finished loading her into the truck. As soon as I had her inside I closed the door and ran around and got in my side. I drove like a wild man to get away from that part of town and headed for the hospital on my side of town.

She was sort of slumped over in the seat and I hoped that I hadn’t done the wrong thing by loading her in the truck. I am not much of a doctor but I had some first aid training that always taught you not to move a victim if you didn’t know what had happened. I looked at her and thought that she was very attractive and wondered why someone had done this to her.

I pulled into the hospital and up to the Emergency Room Entrance sign and stopped the truck. I got out and went around to her and as I reached inside to pick her up she grabbed my arm.

“I cannot go to the hospital” she cried “the police will be called and I will be in big trouble. Please don’t take me in there!”

“But you could be seriously hurt and you need help” I told her “please let me get you some help.”

“Don’t make me go in there please” she begged me “just let me go and I’ll be alright.”

I was really fucked up now. Here was this poor girl that someone had beaten badly and she didn’t want the police to know. She wouldn’t go into the hospital for help because they would notify the police and she would be in trouble. Why was she so afraid of the police and what in the hell should I do?

“Please drive me somewhere away from here and I will explain” she said.

I figured that if anything happened I could take her to the police and if she was bleeding internally she could die and then what the fuck would I do. She squeezed my arm and looked at me and I could see the fear in her eyes. I started to have second thoughts and she begged me again not to make her go in the hospital.

I thought to myself that I must be fucking crazy but I walked back and got into the pickup and drove away. I drove to the mall parking lot that was much safer and well lit. I found a spot under a street lamp and parked the truck.

“OK you need to tell me who you are and what the fuck is going on. If you won’t do that then I will let you out right here or maybe I’ll take you to the police. Do you understand me?” I said in as stern of a voice as I could and pointing my finger at her.

She was crying and she raised her hand to her face and pulled her long dark hair back from her face. She looked at me and I could see the tears running down her cheeks. She was a very attractive young woman and she had been beaten badly.

“My name is Andrea and I was beaten and raped by several men who tried to make me their whore. I would not give in to them and they beat me until they thought I was dead. I played dead and they left me alone for a minute and when they did I made a run for it. I managed to hide from them and they finally left thinking that I would bring the police. I wandered around not knowing where I was and I finally passed out in the street. That is where I was when you found me. Thank God you found me and not them.”

“Why won’t you go to the police or the hospital” I asked her “what are you so afraid of?”

“Two of the guys who raped me were policemen” she sobbed “if they find me I think they will kill me to keep me quiet.”

“Where do you live? I can take you home. Where are your parents? Who do you live with?” I asked her.

She started crying big time and I could tell that she needed help. What the fuck was I going to do?

“I was staying in a hotel and when the police picked me up along the street. They found out that I was not a legal citizen and they told me that they would have me deported unless I did as they told me. I was scared and didn’t know what else to do. They took me to the hotel and made me load all my belongings into their car and then they took me to that awful warehouse and we met the other three guys. They told me that I would work for them and I would fuck men for money and they would take care of me. I told them that there was no way I would do that and they started to beat me. One man would beat me until he got tired and then another would start. They grabbed me and tore my clothes and raped me. The more I fought the more they beat me until I thought I would pass out. I don’t know how many times I was fucked by several different men. Then I thought that I would try playing dead. I just let my body go limp and one man yelled at the one beating me. He told him that he had killed me and now what would they do with me.