She had been trying so hard. It was something Clare Edwards prided herself on, knowing she always put one hundred and ten percent into everything she did. Whether it be her relationships, schoolwork or her internship, the blue eyed girl did the best she could. The girl was often described with the words dependable, reliable and perfectionist, and each word was an accurate depiction of her character. Since gaining her internship, Clare’s efforts to succeed were exceptionally more involved. She stayed after hours for her mentor, took his every criticism as a way to get better, and did everything he asked. She trusted him, she looked up to him, and the girl wanted to show him that he had chosen the right person to take under his wing.
Lately, Clare’s working habits including the man taking her to dinner when she stayed late, something she wasn’t necessarily comfortable with, but thought of as apart of her job description. Tonight, Asher had planned to take her to a place right near The Dot, which she silently liked that it was close to home, just in the small chance something happened. The Edwards girl was wholeheartedly trusting, but in the past few days, Asher had made subtle advances that shook her from her reverie from her job. As he drove, he kept sneaking glances at her chest and did not really try to hide it, rather laugh when the girl pulled her jacket together, an uncomfortable air suffocating her in the man’s car. Trying to look over it, because Asher was her mentor, the girl’s straightaway to becoming a journalist, the girl waited until the arrived at the restaurant.
Sitting in the parking lot, the girl moved to unlock her seat belt and exit the car, but the man had other plans for her, locking the car doors. Suddenly, the uncomfortable air became terrifying, and Clare looked at the man in utter shock. His hands went to her thigh, and nervous as all hell, the girl moved as fast as she could to manually unlock the doors, running out in a panic, leaving behind her cell phone and purse. She realized the restaurant was blocks away from The Dot, and hearing Asher’s yells for her from behind becoming louder, Clare hid in a small alleyway fortunately near Little Miss Steaks. “Clare,” she heard, the blue eyed girl covering her mouth so her nervous breaths wouldn’t alert her boss, and she bit back the tears welling in her eyes. She trusted him.
Wiping her tears quickly, Clare began to move when she no longer heard Asher’s cries or footsteps. But before she made it far, a tall, muscular body pinned her to the wall, a hand flying to her mouth to muffle her screams, and another hand flying beneath her dress, touching her through her underwear. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Clare?” His voice was in her ear, his breath on her neck and Clare felt her body go limp. She had only talked to Darcy a few times about her rape, but she knew she hadn’t been conscious, and in that moment, Clare wished she wasn’t either. Tears flowed freely from her blue eyes, and she gave up screaming. She needed a savior, but no one could save her now.