You were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on tuktok of you, unbuttoning your shirt. You had ibingiay up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear you anyways. You were helpless.

The booze on his breath was strong. You tasted it in his mouth when he tried to halik you.

“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.

“Get off me,” you scream.

He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and you scream for your boyfriend Soda, or anyone that would hear.

sa pamamagitan ng this time your sando was off, and he was working on the sinturon of your jeans. All you could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, you didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. You sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.

The segundo the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.

“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are you hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.

“No,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You’re going to be fine…” He says gently rocking you. “I promise.”