Turns out running madly into the darkness of streets unknown would actually not do me any good because two hours later I was still running, more like limping because as it turns out, not only did I cut myself in my hand when I got pushed out of the car but also stabbed by the sharp edge of a jagged piece of glass into my calf.
Within these two hours however I have discovered that this is what the bard part of the city must look like. It was evident that the neighbourhood was the housing for any and every illegal dealing in the city. I had seen all sorts of people as I hid behind dumpsters and rags to avoid detection. From men wearing tattered clothes to men in Armani - they had it all. Getting caught in a place like this would surely be the last thing I ever do. I have read stuff in the news. What if I get caught in a trafficking ring? What if I get shot like that man? What if I'm kidnapped? What if?
Sweating nervously I desperately tried to find a way out of the godforsaken place. My head stubbornly refused to believe that Ryan actually left me here to die. Why did he hate me so much? Because I know I never did anything except try to be nice to him. I remember when we were kids and only had each other, Ryan would happily play blocks with me. He even stayed friends with me through kindergarten. But one fine day when he was nine and I was eight, something changed. I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew, he was bullying me along with those mean kids at school that he had defended me from the previous day.
Seeing a group of what looked like drunk old men walking in my direction, i quickly slipped behind dumpsters waiting for them to pass by. As I sat there in silence, the loud whistling and cheering abruptly stopped. Taking it as my green light I slowly came out of my hiding place but the next thing I saw froze me in my place.
Two men with greying hair and leery smiles on their face stared at me like I was forgotten treasure. Their breath stunk and I could smell it even from our distance of five feet. Their eyes however were what scared me the most. they weren't human, they couldn't be, because surely one human could not look at another like that?
"What's a pretty doll like you doing here in the dark baby?", one said as I slowly tried to back off.
My efforts proved to be in vain when I felt rough hands of a third man I did not notice before capture it. Once again my heart beat fastened and if these men didn't kill me tonight, I was sure I was going to die of high blood pressure before the night ended.
I kept my mouth shut as I struggled in the disgusting grasp of the man while giving my best glare to the other two. Confidence. Confidence could surely get me out of this?
"Look at the wittle baby trying to glare", cooed the second man as he grasped my chin, "Baby thinks she can scare us."
"Fucking perverts", forcefully suppressing the panicked tears in my eyes I glared once more, "Leave me the fuck alone."
Once again I heard mocking laughter as the grasp on my hands tightened and a warm breath touched my ears. I shivered.
"Let me show you what this pervert can do sweetheart"
As soon as I heard those words I felt chapped lips on my mouth and immediately my brain froze. I could feel hands on my body, I could hear fabric tearing and I could feel the alcohol and a disgusting taste on my lips. My mind went into overdrive and tears I had suppressed for so long flowed freely but my limbs would not move. My hands stayed frozen and my lips closed even though I could feel spit covering my mouth.
"Fucking open your mouth bitch", someone held my jaw open as a tongue delved into it.
I felt a coldness spread from my head to my toes. Why did my limbs not cooperate? What the fuck was wrong with me.
I finally came into my senses when I felt a painful ripping sensation at my vagina. Screaming at the top of my lungs as my voice box finally cooperated I looked down to see a hand disappearing into my panties. Rough fingers moved in and out of my dry canal as I struggled and screamed but that was quickly silenced by something being shoved into my mouth. Flesh? Muscle?
As soon as I opened my eyes I wished I didn't because in my mouth was a penis being pushed in and out as a hand roughly grabbed my hair.
"Suck you fucking bitch."
I bit him as I continued to sob. A small scream came from the man and fingers withdrew itself from my canal and I breathed out in relief. Was it finally over?
"You want to bite me you fucking whore?", the man screamed in my face while the other two bashed my head into the ground, "I'll show you how a real man bites."
Soon enough I was held down on the ground as I screamed at the top of my lungs while the man positioned himself in front of my entrance. He licked three fingers before shoving them into me as my voice cracked and I turned silent.
"Dry fucking it is", he leered while the other men snorted.
This was it, there was nothing I could do to escape my fate except close my eyes and hope to block out the pain. I could ignore the world and make up a reality where everything was perfect and I was loved. My life was sunshine and rainbows and I had a mother who loved me to the ends of the Earth and a brother who protected me from all evil. Where I was a happy girl with hopes and dreams for the future. Where I was someone who believed in love, in family. My family went on vacations every summer where me and my brother would annoy my mom until she would give up pretending and join us in making sandcastles. My brother and I stayed up at late night watching the stars talking about how grateful we were to have each other and my mother would kiss me goodnight every single day after she came back from work. I was happy.
Just as the man withdrew his fingers getting ready to enter me, I heard a loud bang and the body on top of me fell forward onto my face.
Suffocating under the heavy piece of flesh I heard two more bangs before someone removed the body from on top of me and as I looked up at my saviour, a small pang of disappointment hit me.
Why couldn't he just let me die?