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bag so she could throw on her sweat shorts and a hooded sweatshirt. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a downpour.
    She stepped into the shorts as she heard the sound of sneakers hitting gravel and coming closer.
    “Hey, Lena, what are you doing?” some guy named Derrick asked, slurring his words. His other buddies took position around her. She knew this wasn’t a good situation and hoped that someone else would exit the bar. It was late.
    “I’m headed home, Derrick. Don’t you think you should, too?” she asked as she began to zip up her bag then pull on her sweatshirt. The rain began to get a little heavier.
    “I was thinking about taking you home with me. What do you say, Lena? Come home with a real man, and you’ll never forget it.” He touched her sweatshirt and she pulled away.
    “I’m not interested. You seem like nice guys and all, but I’m tired and need to be at work early tomorrow morning.”
    She wanted to jump on her bike and leave, but then she felt the hand on her shoulder and someone else turn her toward them. Some creepy guy grabbed her around the waist and turned her so she was flat up against the wall.
    The panic hit her that she was being attacked. Flashbacks of Triumph entered her mind.
    “Get off of me!” she yelled.
    “Keep her quiet or someone is going to come outside,” Derrick whispered through grinding teeth.
    She felt the hands on her ass, and then they moved under her sweatshirt.
    “Get off!” she yelled again as a hand covered her mouth. She bit down hard.
    “Fuck! She bit me!” someone yelled, and the heavy body pressed her into the wall, making it difficult for her to breathe. She felt the hand move down her sweats, then over her panties.
    “You’re fucking wet for me, aren’t you, bitch?” the disgusting one stated, and she lost it. She head butted him in the nose then kneed him in the groin. Another one grabbed her as the first one went down. She swung her bag at his head then threw a forearm at his face. The front door to the bar opened as the owner, Rocky, came out with three other men.
    “What the hell is going on?” he yelled.
    “They attacked me,” she cried out, nearly breathless as the guys grabbed the three men who tried to hurt her.
    “Come back inside, Lena, I’m calling the cops. These assholes have been harassing my girls for weeks now.”
    She shook her head.
    “I’m going home,” she stated then got on her bike.
    “Lena, wait. I’ll drive you. Lena!” he called after her, but Lena just wanted to go home and get the hell out of there. She was so upset and sick of being treated this way. She hoped that she could still take the job caring for Bryant. She also didn’t want the Joneses paying for anything else that needed fixing at the cottage. They helped give her a new start, but it was her responsibility to grow from that start. She really didn’t want to come back to work at Rocky’s but she promised him another night or two next week. She had no choice. She would have to go back there next week. The money was just too good to pass up, and Rocky had been very supportive as well. She’d deal with making decisions tomorrow.
     
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    The rain was pounding down and Kenny could hardly see out of the windshield. He pulled along the side road that led to the main road to the ranch, and suddenly there was someone in front of him. He pulled toward the middle of the road and rolled down the side window. It was Lena, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt, drenched and riding her bike in the rain.
    “Lena! Lena do you want a ride?” he asked her, and she shook her head.
    “Damn stubborn woman!” he yelled but followed her until she was safely at her cottage. He got out of the truck and ran toward her front porch.
    They stood under the overhang, and she began to take off her shoes.
    “You rode all the way here from Rocky’s on a bike?” he questioned her, and she ignored him as she pulled off her sweats and then her sweatshirt. She was shivering