Point Of Decision

By Orville Blake

Point Of Decision is a suspenseful fiction. It's developed around a young lady who came to New York City from West Virginia. She met a girl and shared an apartment with her. They became close friends. Shortly after they lived together, she was viciously raped and left to die by someone that she couldn't identify. After spending a few weeks in the hospital, and with her friend by her side, she finally felt the need to get on with her life. The heartache came when she found out that she was pregnant. She didn't want to believe it, but it was reality. Her belief and religious background forced her to bring the child into the world.
The offender was laughing at his first victim and the media that was trying to keep her identity a secret. The news of her pregnancy wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with anger. When she had the baby, he became curious. His curiosity to know what his son looked like forced him to get in contact with her. He couldn't believe that an act so brutal could have produced such beauty. They became close friends, then fell in love. They were married sooner than later with the dark secret between them. She thought it was fate that brought her happiness. He grew to love her and his son that he couldn't reveal to anyone. They lived together and time passed. She could no longer hide behind her doubts and disbelief as reality became clearer, finally bringing her at the "Point Of Decision".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Orville Blake
• Release date: Dec 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005090845

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Point of Decision

By

ORVILLE BLAKE

This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

© 2003 by Orville Blake. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

ISBN: 1-4107-0003-8 (e-book)

ISBN: 1-4107-0004-6 (Paperback)

This book is printed on acid free paper.

1stBooks         -         rev.         11/03/03

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter One

She didn’t want to run. The person behind her was getting closer. She started running. He moved faster. She ran to get out of Malex parking facility. Every ounce of energy went into her feet. She glanced behind her, slowed her speed, and kicked her shoes off. He had a mask on his face. She threw her pocketbook on the ground and ran faster. She glanced behind her. He ran passed her purse. Her heart pumped faster.

She rushed around the corner. He was inches from her body. The veins on her face turned red. He grabbed her by the neck. Spit plunged through her mouth. Please don’t hurt me, she cried. She pointed. There’s money in my purse.

Shut up! He forced his hand over her mouth and dragged her backwards. He moved swiftly through the large gray columns that held the Malex building together. The parking lot stretched six hundred feet in length. It was four hundred feet wide. The ceiling stood seventy feet from the ground.

There was a path in the middle. On both sides were six rows of twenty foot columns. There was a door around the right corner. The path in the middle led to another door. It led to the interior of the building. A room stood on the left side of the lot. It hid behind the columns. It had one door and a window. The window faced the Malex building. The interior was painted in gray. It had average lighting. No cars were in sight.

Her eyes opened wide. She struggled in his arms. He pulled a sharp knife from his pocket. It made her calm. His left hand covered her mouth. He pulled her by the neck towards her shoes and purse. He picked up her shoes and stuffed them in his pocket. He picked up her purse and put it around his neck. The empty room was his destination.

The room was used to store garbage. It was large and spacious. Neatly stacked black garbage bags leaned against the walls. He cut the straps of her bag and tied her hands behind her back. He stuffed paper in her mouth and tied it tightly. He shoved her on the ground. She fell at the right corner of the room. It was 2 a.m. He sat next to the exit. He crawled closer to her. He grabbed her feet and brought her to him. He sat beside her with his hands wrapped around her waist. She had a terrifying look on her face. She couldn’t move. His hands were squeezing her.

He removed his hands from around her waist and stood. He pulled the lock on the four glass windows and looked at the building. She made a run for it. He turned and grabbed her by the waist. He shoved her back in the corner. I’m not gonna take this shit from you, he shouted. He spat through the black mask. It had two eye holes and a mouth piece. He bent down and shoved her black skirt above her knees.

She moved back and kicked him in his face, screaming, Please don’t, I’ll give you anything. The paper in her mouth served its purpose. Her attempt for the door failed.

So, you’re a bad girl? He rubbed his nose and fixed the mask on his face. I like them bad. He spat again. Now, you’re gonna get it! He clutched her legs and pulled her forward. He wrapped his muscular arm around her neck. His right hand moved swiftly to pull her white panties off.

Oh God, she screamed, when he shoved his hand in her vagina. He rammed it five times. Her facial expression showed agony. Her mouth couldn’t help her. She quivered with anticipation of freedom. She laid on her back with his body firmly placed between her legs. His hands were squeezing her breasts. His mouth was buried in the right corner of her neck. She gasped for air. Tears fell from her eyes. She tried to manage his weight in an uncomfortable position. Sweat dripped from her body. She moaned when her tiny fingers squeezed against the cold concrete.

He enjoyed every sound that came from her mouth. I like that, baby, he whispered in her ear. Moan for me. He pinched her ass.

Please don’t, please, she groaned. She struggled for freedom.

I see, you’re determined to put up a fight, he screamed, slapping her across her face. He pulled out the knife and placed it across her throat. He cut opened her white blouse and skirt. He opened the zipper of his black pants. She moved back. He pulled her by the feet and forced himself between her crotch. He rubbed himself against her body. Tears rolled down her face. He squeezed her nipples. Moan, you bitch! Her screams made him more excited. He forced himself against her and unbuttoned his brown shirt. It had long sleeves. He bent her legs back to inflict pain. He relished the look on her face. He slapped her face, pinched her nipples, and buried his face in the right corner of her neck. Her legs were opened wide. Both of his hands were on the side of her face. He screamed at her, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. She began crying more. He smacked her. Shut the fuck up! He stood and untied his shoes. He took off his black pants, holding the knife in his right hand. She moved back. He kicked her ass. He kicked his shoes out of the way, fell to his knees, and forced himself between her legs. He kissed the side of her face. She turned her face in disgust. He pressed his hips between her thighs.

Her body shivered when he entered her most sacred possession. She closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Ooahhh, she screamed in disgust and anguish.

Don’t you like it? He slapped her face five times. Say yes! He pounded and mangled her body. The frown on her face didn’t bother him. She couldn’t move. He rammed her relentlessly. He occasionally pulled her hair to hear her moan more. He enjoyed the look on her face too. He kissed her because she didn’t like it. His mouth was on her neck, sucking it. He rose his body and pinched her breasts, again. Her face began to swell. Her eyes were closing. Blood ran from her nose. He bent her legs back and rammed her. Her hands were cut and bleeding.

Twenty minutes of punishment passed. He held her legs back and rammed her. She struggled with him. He punched her face and pounded her body. He exhaled with force. Here it comes, baby, he groaned. He pressed his hips against her thighs. I want you to feel this juice flow deep inside you, he muttered. He rammed her twice. His exhausted body fell on hers. He breath with relief. She was crying. He got up and sat against the wall, near the exit. He watched her lying on her back crying. Five minutes passed. He grabbed her feet, pulled her forward and forced opened her legs.

No! She shook her head.

Shut up! He smacked her. He repeated his sexual torture until he was satisfied. He left her crying, picked up her purse and took all identifications from it. He put on his clothes. There was a locket around her neck. He stood over her and snatched it. He bent his knees. His right hand moved swiftly with force. He struck her in her face. She was either unconscious or dead.

Chapter Two

Mrs. Lee was Stacey’s nurse. She had light complexion. She stood five foot six, weighing a hundred and thirty pounds. Her hair was combed in one. It had length to it. Her face showed maturity. It was round and slender. She was definitely over forty. She had full lips and wide nostrils. She wore a white dress, white shoes, and earrings.

Her office was located opposite Stacey’s room. The room was large. It was painted in white and had one door. Her desk was located left of the door. There was a black leather sofa facing it. The flooring had brown tile on it. There was a small refrigerator on a table. The table was at the right corner of the room. There was a television on a table left of the sofa. The right side of the room had a blue sliding curtain. The curtain was made of plastic. Mrs. Lee sat behind her wooden desk and picked up the phone. She sat on a reclining leather chair. She dialed detective Henry’s number. She was informed to call him if Stacey regains consciousness.

Henry and his young partner Billy were the officers who wanted to give Stacey some peace of mind. Henry had a fast paced personality. He got personally involved in his work. He stood six feet one. He had a mustache and a few gray spots in his black hair. His head was huge and round. He had lines across his forehead and fleshy skin on his face. He was fifty two years old and weighed two hundred pounds. He had a fat stomach. He knew Billy before they started working together.

Billy was also white. He was twenty four. He stood six feet three and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had gray eyes and a muscular built. His black hair was cut low and his face shaven. He had a long slender face and thin lips. His nose was large and straight. He had hairy skin.

Hello, Henry here. Henry sat behind a large mahogany table. He had on a long sleeve brown shirt and gray pants. His cigar sat in his upper left pocket. He wore sturdy black shoes.

His office was located on West 37th Street. It was painted in brown. Gray tiles covered the floor. The windows were on the left side of the room. His desk was at the back of the room. There were no side doors. Two large doors led to the interior. There was a double closet with brown sliding doors facing his desk. A picture of his father hung above the closet. Another one of his wife and daughter stood on his desk. A small table stood next to the window. It had a television on it. There was a brown leather sofa near the door on the right. The door on the left led to Billy’s office.

Hello, it’s me, Mrs. Lee. The head nurse in charge of Stacey. She had a black pen in her left hand.

Oh, I remember you, Henry spoke with excitement. He had the phone in his right hand. His left hand was on a blue folder. You have good news for me?

Yes, Mrs. Lee responded quickly. She regains consciousness, however, go easy on her. She needs to rest. I’ll let you talk to her, only because I know, time is of the essence.

I understand you concerns. Henry reclined and stretched out his legs. I’m also concerned about her well-being, he spoke softly. I only need to know what she knows.

I’m giving you half an hour. Mrs. Lee tapped the pen on the table. Don’t let me come in there and pull you out.

I won’t, ma’am, I promise. Henry stood.

She’ll be out of the hospital in a week, Mrs. Lee informed him. You could visit her again, at her house, if need be. I don’t want you pressuring her for hours right now.

I understand, he said softly. I’m happy about the recovery. Henry took the cigar from his pocket.

What time will you be here?

I’ll be over there in an hour. He paused. I assure you, she’s in good hands. Thanks for the information.

Thank, you, Mrs. Lee emphasized.

Henry hung up the phone. Billy, he shouted.

Billy came out of his office. He had on a black pants and a white shirt. He wore rugged brown shoes. I heard you a mile away. What’s the rush?

Stacey, she regains consciousness. Henry picked up his keys off the table. He took his wool coat from the back of his chair. He put it on. It stretched below his knees.

What! Billy took his brown leather coat from the closet.

It was Friday, 2 p.m. The month of December. The year was 2003. Billy followed him outside. They walked down two flights of stairs. People were going in and out of the precinct. Henry stepped outside and walked towards a gray eighty two Lincoln. He opened the door. We only have half an hour with her, he spoke quickly.

Billy slammed the door shut. What they think, we’re gonna kill her?

They’re just doing their job, looking out for their patient. Henry drove off. We’ll get another shot at her.

Mrs. Lee met the detectives in the hallway. It took them half an hour to get there. She shook Henry’s hand. Hello, nice to meet you, again.

Henry pointed to Billy. This is by partner. I didn’t take him with me last time.

Hi, how’re you doing? Billy shook her hand.

Mrs. Lee smiled. Fine, thank you. Two nurses and a doctor passed among them. The hallway was painted in white. Gray tile covered the floor. Mrs. Lee took them to Stacey’s room. She stopped at the door and opened it. Remember, half an hour.

The room was large. It had two windows on the left side. A large green curtain hung behind the windows. There was a clock on the wall facing the bed. The room was painted in white. There was a wheelchair behind the door. A small table with a few chairs stood right of the bed. The place was clean. It had the smell of fresh flowers. The ceiling was painted in blue. Dark brown tile covered the floor.

Stacey laid on her back with a bondage wrapped around her head. She had on a blue nightgown. The sheet on the bed was white. She was fully covered. She laid on the left side of the bed, facing the door. She stood five feet nine with a slender figure. Her long brown hair touched her shoulders. Her forehead was round and slightly elevated. She had a beauty mark between her clipped eyebrows. The dark spot stood out against her white complexion. She had thin lips and a small straight nose. Her face was long and slender. She had medium sized breasts and a flat muscular tummy.

Henry walked over to the bed and held her left hand. Hi, my name is Henry. I’m a detective. He pointed at Billy. This is my partner, Billy.

She fluffed up the pillow behind her head and sat up a little. I know who you guys are, she spoke softly.

Billy came around the bed with two chairs. He put the chairs down and shook her hand. Hi, my name is Billy.

Stacey had both her hands on her stomach. Her fingers touched each other. She turned a little and looked at Billy. I guess you guys need to know what I know?

Exactly. Henry smiled at her. He sat on the chair left of Billy. Are you from the city? He took a small book from his coat. Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to be in the Malex building?

Stacey scratched her hand. She yawned. Everything?

Billy had a notebook and a pen in his hand. Just brief us. Give us the facts.

Well. She scratched her forehead and looked down on the floor. I lived in motels when I just came to the city. You know, those low rate motels. In Brooklyn. I didn’t have much money. She swallowed her spit. Her face showed distress. I did it for three weeks, before I started working at Malex. She stopped briefly. It’s a large insurance company. She poked the sheet with her fingers and looked at Henry. They paid me twelve dollars an hour to answer the phone. It was an appealing offer, she spoke softly. It was my best yet. She pulled up the sheet and shifted her body. They required me to work late shifts though. That’s why I got the job. Her face showed some comfort. That’s where I met Valerie. She smiled. She’s my best friend. I worked next to her. She looked at Henry. I switched numbers with her the first day. She gazed at the wall. She fixed the pillows beneath her head. She had a five year old daughter, and the rent was killing her. She stopped and scratched the left side of her face. I told her I needed a place badly, and since my job was in Manhattan. It was convenient for me. She rubbed her left hand. That’s where I lived. We became one with each other. She looked in Henry’s face. That’s how I came to be in the Malex building, she said softly. That’s where it happened.

I see. Henry had his elbows on his knees. His fingers squeezed each other. How old are you?

Twenty two. She sat up a little.

Henry leaned back. You said, when you just came to the city. Where are you from?

West Virginia.

Did you see his face? Billy stopped writing.

No, he had a mask on. Her face showed displeasure. I know he’s white though, obviously.

Define yourself, if you may? Henry interrupted.

Her face showed irritation. She stopped short of hissing her teeth. I saw the man naked. He raped the shit out of me, and left me for dead. That’s how I know.

Is there, anything, Billy emphasized, you can tell us, to let us make a sketch, anything?

She had an unpleasant look on her face. She gazed for awhile. I didn’t see his face, she said quickly. He’s tall, about six three or four. He’s muscular and white. She yawned, putting her right hand over her mouth. I didn’t see his face.

Okay, take it easy. Don’t stress yourself. Henry noticed uneasiness on her face. We’re glad you’re doing much better. There was a knock on the door. Henry stood. He shook her hand. I hope you don’t mind, if we have another talk, later in the week.

No. She shook her head.

Billy stood. He shook her hand. We’ll be seeing you soon. He looked in her eyes. We can’t ask the impossible of you, but we must know more. We’ll talk again. He looked at his watch. He was about to move. One last thing, he said quickly. I don’t mean to upset you, but, did he use a weapon?

Stacey shoved her hair back. She exhaled with force. A knife.

We’ll keep in touch. Billy walked towards Henry.

Henry was outside talking to Mrs. Lee. We’ll keep in touch ma’am. Thanks for the opportunity.

Mrs. Lee walked with them down the hallway. I hope you understand my position. We can’t pressure her too much, too soon. She needs the rest. Others will come to see her too, she emphasized.

We understand. Billy shoved the book in his pocket. Thanks, we’ll keep in touch. They turned a corner. Mrs. Lee went straight.

Where you going now? Henry reached for his cigar.

Billy zipped up his coat. You know, I want to talk to that guy, Jimmy, the one who found her.

Again?

One last time. Billy stepped outside behind Henry. Obviously, he’s not a suspect. After all, Stacey said the rapist was white.

That’s if she knows what she’s really saying. Henry waited for the light to change to cross the street. She’s lucky to be alive.

Valerie had been to the hospital every day for a week. She slept there the first night of the incident. It did no good. Stacey still didn’t wake up. She sat and waited patiently. She had dark complexion and shiny black Indian hair. Her face was somewhat round and slender. She had full lips and small straight nostrils. Both her eyes had slight indentation. She had average sized breasts. Her forehead was small and round. She stood five feet seven and weighed a hundred and ten pounds. She had on a black skirt and a white blouse. The blouse had long sleeves. It had large black buttons and red floral patterns on both sides. She had black pumps on her feet, matching stockings, and a brown leather bag in her lap.

Valerie was praying. She looked at the other people in the waiting room. She wished their families will be fine as she