Chapter 1

It all began in 2006, the year or my parents were divorced. I was 15, I was the youngest in my class. All my friends had their driving licences. I would not have my 16 years before early September. As I said earlier, my parents were divorce and things were not going smoothly. I was from a middle class family. My father was an employee of SMEs and my mother worked in a nail salon. They were all 2 alcoholics, and my mother was more a problem with the drug. I suspected that my mother and the neighbor had a methamphetamine lab in the back yard, but I had not had the courage to go and check what I supposed.

My friends, Jessica and Lauren proposed me one day to go for a ride in the park so we essentially "making sport". In fact, it was their excuse for long walk in the Woods so they can smoking weed. Apparently, smoking weed was 'cool'. I refused not to try because I knew what it would do me. I loved my lungs as they were, no way. Whatever it is, we went down the trail, speaking of gossip and small talk when we fall on a homeless who was drunk on a bench. My friends were so shooted that they had even not have noticed, while I was immediately suspicious to me. He seemed sleepy, but he could pretend. I held out my arms to prevent them from moving forward and motioned them quietly to turn.

"Oh, don't be so trouillarde, Bella ' says Lauren then me elbowing.

"Yeah, he is sleeping anyway. He's going there to"unconscionable Jessica. They pushed me forward to continue our trip. I nervously scanned the sleeping man and began to bypass.

We poussames all a cry when he leaped and grabbed my arm. He twined a scarred arm autor of my waist and hesitantly me against his smelly torso. A smell of urine, blood, alcohol and sweating gave me nausea. The worst is that he put a hand on my mouth smelling to keep me from screaming.

"Well girls, that things are clear. "Give me your bags and I won't hurt your girlfriend who is there," threatened-t it. I felt something cold press against my bust. I thought it was a gun, but I couldn't be sure.

hey sanglotèrent but still held their bags. I begged them to look. Finally, Jessica was dragging his bag from his shoulder and handed it. A few seconds later, Lauren did the same. The SDF behind me freed my mouth to put the bags on his shoulder.

"You too, Miss" tells me it to the ear.

"J...I have nothing on me"stammered I.

"That's true? So, uh, I think that that you not interfere if I dig in your pockets. EH? "I groaned while his free hand reached my pockets and lingered there." "Good but you pay something in one way or another."

What did mean?

He pushed away me but kept a firm grip on my arm. "Come in my Office." He ran his free hand in the direction of the wood. The dark and dense wood. It presaged no good. My chest was beginning to have trouble to contain agitated my heart beats. Jessica grabbed the fabric of my shirt as to hold back me. "N...No! Please!"she begged.

He supported the gun against my temple. "I leave you the choice or well is done here or in the Woods! It is you who see!"

I wanted to shout out to Jessica and Lauren run and seek help. Why were they planted there?

Man seized the neck of my blouse triggering a cry of mine.

"A lap! "I'm going to te b-"

Strong and powerful of a shot noise interrupted in the middle of his sentence. The homeless pushed a grunt and lowered his eyes to his torso. His shirt was stained by blood. Lauren and Jessica cried while her eyes rolled in their Sockets. He fell on the ground and his body was covered from spasm for a moment, and then froze. I remained planted there in shock. I had more voice to scream.

"It's going to girls?" asked a male voice.

I could barely hear him. There was a man dead at my feet, and I had blood on my face and my blouse. A moment ago, he was living and threatened to rape me. He could rape me! He could kill me!

"Miss, you well?"

A soft, warm hand touched my cheek and the pressed slightly until I look a young policeman with long blond hair tied in a ponytail. It fixed me with his eyes dark and tense.

"Bella? It okay?"he asked in a low voice and kindly. "Have you been hurt?"

I repondai not from the head to the last question.

"I believe that it is in a State of shock." said Lauren.

"One should bring it to the car." I heard say the police officer.

Suddenly, whatever ' lifted me up and held me against his chest. I suddenly felt nauseous and closed my eyes. My whole body began to tremble as if I was cold.

"Oh good, Bella. We are almost."

The young police officer extended me to the back of his van. There was another police officer with him. He spoke on the radio.

"Bella, my name is James and I'll help you agree?" James took my hand and the serra closely.

"Hey! That is what you do?"asked Jessica behind him.

James looked at the other officer and gave him a nod of the head. He had something in his hand that looked like a syringe. Suddenly, I heard Lauren and Jessica screaming.

"James! A little help would not refusal!"yelled another voice.

When James budge, I could see the other officer struggling with Lauren. What was doing? What was happening?

James was Jessica, and struggled with it until that joins the other. He grabbed her arm and pressed it firmly. James laid her hand on his mouth to stifle her cries. It inserted the syringe into one of his veins, and then they are retreated every 2. Jessica wavered briefly, then fell on the floor, unconscious.

Now, I understand. These men were not police officers. They were not there to help us. They would make us evil.

James walked back towards me and grabbed a syringe.

"If...Please,"begged I knowing that it would serve no purpose. Tears began to burn me eyes and blurring my vision.

"Don't be afraid," roucoula James gently. There I grabbed the arm and shook. "I will do you nothing as long as you are a nice girl."

I pleurnichai feeling the needle penetrate my skin. James made me shut up gently and stroked my hair until the Drugs Act. It all began to rotate, fade bjusqu' in that I am immersed in darkness, in an oppressive world.