My attacker let out an exasperated sigh. He thrusted his elbow into the back of my neck and leaned on me, still trying to get his pants undone. My heart pounded as I imagined all of the things he would do to me: rape me at knife-point, stab me repeatedly before slicing my throat. I whimpered at the thought of an officer standing at my mother’s door, dropping this devastating news on her. And that’s when it happened…I panicked. I noticed the weight of his body on me as he busied himself undoing his pants, and I snapped. I kicked his legs from under him and knocked him to the ground. Without looking back, I took off running down the dimly lit garage.
“Get back here, bitch!” he called after me.
I kept running at full speed. I whipped my head and looked over my shoulder. He had stood up and was running in my direction. I picked up my speed, my flip flops clacking behind me. “Hellllllllllllllppppppppp!!!!!” I screamed. “HELP ME! HELP ME!” I shouted. I slammed on the back of car trunks as I ran, hoping to make noise, set off an alarm if possible. His shoes thudded behind me and I could tell he was gaining on me. If I could just make it to the black door ahead of me, I knew I could get help.
“Whoosh! Clink!” I looked backwards briefly then back ahead just as the knife he’d thrown at me slid across the pavement. He was still charging at me. Instead of heading for the door, I dodged toward the knife, swooped it up and stood still. My momentum instantly changed. I spun around, scowl on my face and charged towards him. The look on his face immediately shifted from determination to shock. He stopped dead in tracks and lifted both hands. “Whoa!” he said, his eyes wide, pleading. I kept charging full speed in his direction. He jerked backwards, tripped over his feet and hit the ground. “No! Please don’t hurt me,” he begged, covering his eyes with his hands. I drew closer to him and kicked him between his legs. “Owwww!” he yelled, moving his hands from his eyes to his private parts. I walked behind him, grabbed his short hair and put the knife up to his neck.
“Move and I’ll kill you!” I threatened. He froze. “Move your hands!” He groaned. “Move…your…hands,” I repeated and pulled the knife closer to his neck. He obliged. I moved the knife from his neck to right above his penis. I pressed the tip of the knife against his pants so that he could feel it. “Do what I tell you…or else.”
“I will! I promise!” His eyes were wide and fearful. Just like mine had been. I used my free hand and patted his pockets, looking for a phone. I grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed 911. The phone searched for a signal for what seemed like forever before it finally rang.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I’m in the Majestic Towers parking garage with a man who stowed himself in my car, assaulted and tried to rape me! I have him at knife point and will kill him if he moves! I threatened, more to him than the lady on the phone.
“Okay, calm down, I’ve got an officer in the area; I’m sending him to your location. Stay on the line with me, okay?”
“Don’t you move!” I yelled to him. “Tell your officer to hurry!” I said to the operator.
“He’s pulling up now. What floor are you on?”
“Okay, he’s pulling in now.”
I kneeled over my assailant, “What’s your name?” He remained silent. “Answer me!” I shouted. I was almost drowned out by the sirens blaring in our direction.
“Kill me!” he pleaded. He started squirming beneath me.
“Be still,” I said, holding the knife to his neck. Two officers threw their doors open, drew their weapons in moved in our direction.
“Drop your weapon!”
“Not until you get him!” I shouted back. The officer from the passenger side ran over and placed his knee on the back of my attacker’s neck.
“I’ve got him. You’re safe now,” he assured me. With his gun pointed toward the man’s head, “On your stomach!” In less than two seconds, the officer had snapped on the cuffs and was walking the perpetrator to the car. I blew out a much needed breath and sank to the ground.