judypieking
New Here
It was a warm night in Tucson year 2000 and I had everything a drug addict needed at the time, smokes, drugs, money, and a friend waiting for me to get over and party all night. I was walking and went into the Quick Mart at 29th st and Craycroft to buy myself a Beef & Cheese stick.
A Mexican man came out of the store the same time as I and asked me if I'd like a ride. I really didn't need one since my friend was just a mile about 28th n Vanburen. I in the face of danger didn't think anything of it and got in this predators truck.
I knew something was wrong when he pulled into the alley instead of my directions. He stopped the truck and grabbed me by the throat. He said " YOUR GOING TO F*CK ME, YOUR GOING TO F*CK ME RIGHT NOW BIT*H!"
I don't know why I wasn't afraid or maybe I was and the adrenalin was pumping so much I couldn't think straight. I was thinking how effing dare he! I took a big bite of my beef n cheese stick and started chewing and looked him in the eyes... Then he cut off my air........................... Now I was scared.
No air... cant breathe, cant talk, cant scream....... Tears now flowing from my eyes I decided I'd better comply with this man so I started to undo the button on my shorts and kicked off a shoe. I was looking for where the door handle was and saw the door was not locked.
He finally let go of my neck and I was gasping to breathe and as he started to take off his own pants I just grabbed the door handle and jumped out of the truck and screamed as loud as I could.
I realize this is crazy but my dang shoe was still in there and I re opened his truck door and said "I need my fu*king shoe!" I grabbed it and his 6 pack of beer fell out spilling on the ground in the alley. I ran as fast as I could and he took off and I saw him go the other way so, silly me I go back for the beer.
Here he comes back up the alley to get his beer too and I screamed at him that I had his license plate number and I went running again. I had to jump a wall, crawl threw bushes and I could see him driving around looking for me so maybe he was gonna try to kill me. I lay low and I figured it was time I could come out, I ran to my friends and he wasn't even home so then I'm out walking thinking well what now?
I had bruises on my neck and my throat hurt pretty bad and I started to cry. I looked to the sky and cried to god to please help me. I didn't want to die out on the streets.... God led me to the IN & UP motel... I ran into a friend there who helped me to get clean n sober. 90 meetings in 90 days....
Darn it I did let that jerk get the rest of my beef & cheese......
A Mexican man came out of the store the same time as I and asked me if I'd like a ride. I really didn't need one since my friend was just a mile about 28th n Vanburen. I in the face of danger didn't think anything of it and got in this predators truck.
I knew something was wrong when he pulled into the alley instead of my directions. He stopped the truck and grabbed me by the throat. He said " YOUR GOING TO F*CK ME, YOUR GOING TO F*CK ME RIGHT NOW BIT*H!"
I don't know why I wasn't afraid or maybe I was and the adrenalin was pumping so much I couldn't think straight. I was thinking how effing dare he! I took a big bite of my beef n cheese stick and started chewing and looked him in the eyes... Then he cut off my air........................... Now I was scared.
No air... cant breathe, cant talk, cant scream....... Tears now flowing from my eyes I decided I'd better comply with this man so I started to undo the button on my shorts and kicked off a shoe. I was looking for where the door handle was and saw the door was not locked.
He finally let go of my neck and I was gasping to breathe and as he started to take off his own pants I just grabbed the door handle and jumped out of the truck and screamed as loud as I could.
I realize this is crazy but my dang shoe was still in there and I re opened his truck door and said "I need my fu*king shoe!" I grabbed it and his 6 pack of beer fell out spilling on the ground in the alley. I ran as fast as I could and he took off and I saw him go the other way so, silly me I go back for the beer.
Here he comes back up the alley to get his beer too and I screamed at him that I had his license plate number and I went running again. I had to jump a wall, crawl threw bushes and I could see him driving around looking for me so maybe he was gonna try to kill me. I lay low and I figured it was time I could come out, I ran to my friends and he wasn't even home so then I'm out walking thinking well what now?
I had bruises on my neck and my throat hurt pretty bad and I started to cry. I looked to the sky and cried to god to please help me. I didn't want to die out on the streets.... God led me to the IN & UP motel... I ran into a friend there who helped me to get clean n sober. 90 meetings in 90 days....
Darn it I did let that jerk get the rest of my beef & cheese......
