Someone roughly shook me. “We’re here.” I opened my eyes and scrambled back before John grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car, hard. I tried to resist when I noticed he was dragging me to a darkened building. It appeared to be abandoned, as the windows were boarded up and the door had a condemned sign pinned to the front. My resistance only caused John to hit me across my face with a closed fist. I could immediately taste blood, and the impact made me bite down hard. “You better listen to me, you dirty slut! You give me any more problems and I will make you wish you were dead!” I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream, but I knew no one would hear me. I also knew I would only get hit again, or worse. I walked along with him as he held my wrist tightly, jerking me around like some rag doll. I took the time to look around for anything familiar. I could still see the water tower that was near the café. It was very far off in the distance, but at least I knew we were still near Bloomington.
