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Steady rain was falling. Every drop fell to the floor and sounded like a gun shot. My feet splashed through the puddles and I rushed my foot steps. The alley seemed less intimidating when I'd decided on a short cut. Every shadow was like an attacker, relief felt nice when it turned out to be a stray cat.

Every inch of me was soaked to the skin. I could barely feel my toes and the sinking feeling of being followed was tightening in my stomach. I went faster, my feet splashed as I started to run a little. I could hear voices coming from a club right next to the alley. Just a little further. Not long now…

A hand grabbed my jacket and threw me back into the floor. I feel ass deep in a puddle and started to move back. This is what I'd been afraid of. He is what I was afraid of. "Stupid, silly little girl." Stalked like a deer during hunting season he walked towards me, I kept scooting back as much as possible but I was becoming uncomfortable, my hand scraping along to rough ground.

My heart fluttered like a thousand butterflies. Not now. Not now. My hand crunched painfully on a pointy rock. I yelled in pain. "I haven't even touch you yet. Silly, silly girl. Silly, silly rabbit."

"I told you, stay away from me." He'd reached me now. Bending slowly over me he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up till I was standing. I screamed again. Didn't clubs have bouncers? Why couldn't they hear me? Damn idiots.

He sneered and spat in my face. I knew this was coming, stupid of me to pick an alley to go home. Silly rabbit. I felt rather then saw his heat butt. Concentrating to much on my own stupidity. My nose burst into white flame and I felt a hot trickle fall into my mouth that didn't taste like rain at all. More like metal and salt. I hated blood.

It shocked me too much to scream or even make a sound. His fist tightened in my hair and he jerked my head back. His face was so close to mine that the rain didn't dampen the smell. Alcohol and a lot of it. Gross. My hand went to his trying to untangle him from the mess that was my hair. The wet seemed to have made it easier to grip. And hurt more.

"Let me go."

"Stupid, didn't mommy ever tell you, it's naughty to tell lies?" He laughed, I almost cried. A smack stung across my cheek, a punch split my lip. Another slap deepened the sting on my already aching cheek. The rain continued to fall down around me and I wished it would wash me away. Blood continued to flow, from where I don't know.

Another punch, this time I flinched so he caught my eyes. Instant swelling, maybe another cut, I wasn't sure my whole head seemed to be one ball of hurt. He dropped me to the floor, bigger splash this time, I fell on my ass and felt pain shoot up my back. I didn't scream anymore. On principal alone, this man had heard me scream in pain plenty of times.

Kicks this time, sharp and hard. I turned and crawled away fast and faster. The dirty rain stung the deep cut on my hand. Voices coming from beyond the alley, beyond the beating. Wish I was there. I couldn't move anymore, I just let the rain fall and soak me to the bone, the cold was chilling, but not enough to numb the pain.

He stopped, I looked at him, his breathing was heavy and fast. Angry was the best way to describe him. Livid, rage, wrath. I guess he was pretty pissed at what I did. He grabbed my hair again, dragging me to my feet once more, they wanted to give up, wanted to fall to the ground and sleep. I was so battered and beaten I wanted to pass out. Sounded good. Laughter now.

Wasn't me, wasn't him. People from the club? Hope so. I tried to kick him, my Doc Martins would do some good damage, probably should have tried it earlier. Damn brain doesn't kick into gear quick enough. I caught his shin, hard enough that his grip loosened and I was able to run.

Not far, he wasn't stupid, the grip tightened and he slammed the side of my face into the hard concrete wall. This time I shouted in pain, who wouldn't? I wasn't Wonder Woman. The wall scratched into my face, his hand keeping it there. "Silly rabbit went and told lies to the police. You gonna go and tell them the truth now?"

"No."

"Wrong answer." He pushed me harder and I screamed louder. I tried pushing back to get some relief from the relentless scratching of the hard concrete ripping my face. "Gonna tell the truth now silly rabbit?"

"No, no, no, no." Harder he pushed. I tried clawing at him with my nails but nothing. I felt tears spill now.

"Hey!" New voices. Ones I didn't know, gratitude swelled inside me, giant and whole it filled me with hope, stopped the tears and gave me the chance to see who it was. A group of men, and a couple of women further back huddled under an umbrella. Couldn't see anymore then that, the rain and pain blurred my vision, I was definitely going to pass out.

They rushed forwards maybe three or four, it was possible I was seeing double. He let go and I dropped to the floor again. My ass was going to be hurting in the morning. He ran off shouting into the night. "SILLY RABBIT! TELL THE TRUTH!" Feet rushing in the rain, I could still hear which was good, I was afraid I'd had concrete in my ears… or brain.

I felt like shit, but it was over, like I said before three or four heads popped into my vision. Again, I could be seeing double. Voices hit me, I couldn't really make it out. I could still now feel blood trickling my face, that and tears. My face, my body it ached with an untold amount of injuries. I wanted to go home and shower. I wanted clean clothes and fresh bed sheets.

But as luck would have it, it wanted to pass out first. I fought off the blackness enough to touch my face, it stung very badly. I gasped and looked at my hand. The blood washed away quickly with rain still falling.

"Hey, are you okay?" Unknown voices asking questions. I tried to answer but my jaw hurt. "Can you hear me, are you okay?"

"He beat me to a pulp not plug my ears. I can hear you." Laughter was nice. But I think it was nervous laughter. You've just saved a stranger from a bad beating and they make a terrible joke. Yes, nervous laughter.

"Are you okay?"

"That depends…" black spots were dancing in front of my eyes now. Passing out was getting closer.

"On what?"

"You gonna call an ambulance?"

"Yeah, you look like he beat you with a bat." Damn, I didn't want to go to a hospital, I had to fight the blackness. I blinked a few times to clear my head. I concentrated on my breathing, the steady beat of my heart, the rush of my pulse. It help chase back some of the darkness.

"No need for an ambulance, I'm cool. I just need to stand up." I tried to get up, managing to get to my feet before they gave up again. Whoever my saviour was they had quick reactions. I was caught before I hit the ground again, I was even more grateful.

"Okay, lets get you to a hospital. You could be seriously hurt."

"Nope, I'm okay, I really don't want to go to a hospital okay."

"You clearly need some help, you can barely stand." That was very true. I just really didn't want to go to a hospital.

"No, no hospitals. Hospitals mean police, police mean trouble. I don't need it." The arm that held me was comfortably strong. It was nice and hard under my hand. It felt good. Something solid to cling to was good. My eyes were a little more focused now. The man holding me was so good looking I swear I nearly passed out again.

I placed my feet firmly on the ground and tried to hold myself up right. I was okay for a second than a scorching pain erupted in my ribs. Broken; maybe. Could just bruised, hopefully. "Okay, can we give you a ride?"

"No, I can walk from here it's not far."

"Are you kidding, no way. Come on, John grab an arm." Okay so I had one name. His friend John grabbed an arm and tenderly put it around his shoulder and walked me to the car. Faces came closer, I couldn't register any of them, although I thought I knew them vaguely. Maybe a concussion. Hope not. I was helped into the car and I sat down slowly. Door closed and people got in. "So where do you live." I gave a few directions and felt the car start.

It wasn't long before my eyes closed and I drifted into la-la land. Nice and peaceful, painful and disrupted.