Carly Story

This is the final part of this story. 

Carly was so terrified, she didn’t react for a second. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It only took two tries for the window mechanism to give and the window was down. The man was already reaching in to unlock the door and within seconds, she was sure he’d be pulling her out. She knew she had to do something now, once he had her out of the car she had no hope. Then without any awareness of having moved she heard him cry out. Shocked she looked down and saw the long metal car key, still gripped in her hand, protruding from his forearm. It had penetrated his jacket and shirt and gone into his skin. “You bitch” he yelled as he withdrew his arm.

But Carly hardly heard him, taking advantage of his automatic reaction to the pain she’d inflicted, she moved. She shoved the key into the ignition and turned on the engine. Then throwing the car into gear she put her foot down. Her whole focus was on fleeing. However as the car started to move, Carly was horrified to see the man reach out and grab the door. She screamed and spun the wheel as she reached the end of the row. But still he held on. Blood was running down his hand from below the cuff of his shirt and was being spread over the inside of the door in his effort to retain his grip. She wanted to pry his fingers off but she didn’t dare take her hand off the wheel. If she hit something the car would stop and she’d be stuck. So she just continued to drive and finally when she turned to go down the ramp to the exit, the man’s hand slipped and he was flung off, hitting the ground with a thud. Crying out with relief, Carly didn’t look back, she just kept driving. Even when she reached the street, she hardly paused.  She just pulled straight out onto the road and hoped that nothing was coming.

  At first Carly drove fast, not caring where she went, her only thought was to get as far away from the carpark and him as possible. But as she sped along the dark streets, she became aware of a low moaning noise that sounded like someone in pain. Terrified for a minute that the man had somehow got into the car, Carly was shocked to discover that the noise was coming from her. She bit her bottom lip, and tried to stop the emotion that was rising within her.  Just getting away wasn’t the solution, she needed to do something.

So moving with direction now, she headed for her local police station to report the incident. The man needed to be found and stopped before he did it again. She knew she’d been lucky, even if she didn’t feel it at the moment. Minutes later she pulled over outside her destination. Turning off the engine she left the keys where they were, and clambered across the centre console before climbing out the passenger side.  She didn’t want to touch the driver’s door where his hands had been, she didn’t want anything to do with it. She didn’t want anything to do with the car at all now.  However on her feet for the first time since the attack, her legs felt like jelly as she walked. She stumbled into the station, and taking one look at the man in uniform behind the desk, burst into tears.