bạn were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on hàng đầu, đầu trang of you, unbuttoning your shirt. bạn had được trao up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear bạn anyways. bạn were helpless.

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

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

“Get off me,” bạn scream.

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

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

bởi this time your áo sơ mi was off, and he was working on the thắt lưng, vành đai of your jeans. All bạn could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, bạn didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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