The calls from them seemed to follow me as I ran. Echoing in my head.
- Whore!
- Fat-ass!
- Bitch!
- Just go and die!
- Don't run! We just wanna play with you!
I let out a strangled cry and continued to run. I didn't wear my jacket, they had taken it. my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, and my throat was as dry as a desert. It was winter, and I should've been cold since I was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but I weren't. I was too focused on running away to really sense anything but fear and haste.
I fell down, shrieking as I got my mouth filled with dirty snow. My hands were egging in the cold, and my clothes got soaked, but I hurried to get up and continue to run.
As I fell for the eleventh time, I stayed down. I was barely breathing, and the only thing I noticed at the moment was the warm tears streaming down my face, and the sharp contrast between them and the cold, melted snow on my clothes. Then I felt how my body was pierced by pain from the cold, and I shivered. I shook as if I'd been in an earthquake, both from tears and coldness.
I'm not sure for how long I laid in the snow, staring at the white ground. I had ran deep into the forest in the outskirts of my home town, close to the school I went to. The trees were extremely tall here, surrounding me, looking slightly like very tall persons.
While still crying, I crept further into the forest on my knees. I got up halfway, panting hard, and then stood up straight, wobbling a bit. I wanted t get as far away from school before they found my tracks…
- There you are bitch! Suddenly a cheerful voice called from behind me. I slowly turned around, and there they were. They had two additions to their usual number, so now there were six of them. Two guys had joined the party, and I recognized them immediately.
Brandon Haley had short, blonde hair and big blue eyes. He wasn't very tall, but had muscles to make up for his lack of height. And he was fast. He was captain of the football team.
Aidan Flores was dark skinned and had shaved of his hair. He was very tall, standing next to Brandon and the girls, and his brown eyes were filled with something I identified as entertainment. He was in the basket ball team.
The girls, Velva Henderson, Abigail Gordon, Shoreen Banks and Bailey Horne were all looking like clones. Blonde hair showered in hair spray, blue or green eyes, and makeup that would've lasted for a month if they hadn't used it all in one day.
I slowly began to back away, and felt all hope sink to the bottom of my shoes, as Velva stepped up in front of the others, smiling sweetly.
- Don't leave us, whore! We brought two new playmates for you! she said, her voice sugary coated and both Brandon and Aidan grinned widely. That did it. I spun around and began to run again. Unfortunately, I couldn't compete with two of the schools best players. I felt someone tackle me from behind, and fell helplessly forward into the ground again. I began to rise, but felt how someone sat astride on my back and pinned my arms to the ground.
- Got the bitch! Brandon called, and I began to cry again.
- Please Brandon… please let me go, I begged quietly and heard a wicked laugh from my left.
- We're not letting you go anywhere. You see, these lovely ladies promised us some fun… I heard Aidan say and I felt how the fear made me panic. My heart had never pounded so fast, I thought it was going to break out of my chest. I wanted to scream, to squirm, to get away from the boy sitting astride me, but I couldn't move an inch. My body was paralysed.
I heard how someone unbuckled a belt, and I stopped breathing.
- No! I whispered, and really tried to get away as Aidan turned me around. What I saw made me want to vomit. Brandon had removed his jeans, and was standing in his boxers. I could see how his legs was covered in goose bumps, and I looked up at his face. He looked like one of those maniacs from TV, grinning for the hell of it.
Quickly, Aidan and Brandon switched places, so that it was Brandon who pinned me down.
- Remember, if you struggle, you'll only make it harder on yourself, he said and then motioned towards Aidan. The taller guy held my arms so that Brandon could remove my jeans. Now I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. I don't know what I screamed, I was so scared I couldn't think properly.
I felt something explode on my right cheek, and the screaming was abruptly cut of. It was stinging and pounding, and I felt the tears that the fear had cut of begin to flow again.
- Shut up bitch, Aidan growled and pulled down my jeans and panties in one swift movement. I tried to struggle, and felt how I wanted to vomit as he moved his left hand in-between my legs.
- Doesn't this feel good? He asked as he started to stroke me, and I shrieked again. Now I think I called for help, but I wasn't sure.
- Oh my fucking god! Suddenly Abigail outburst and both Aidan and Brandon looked over at her. I couldn't see, but I clearly saw that they looked annoyed.
- What is it!? Brandon hissed, and then looked in front of him, over Aidan's shoulder. I saw his face loose all colour it ever had, and I felt his grip of me tremble.
- What the fuck is that? Aidan whispered, and Brandon shook his head slowly. He let go of me, and I just laid there, to shocked and confused to move.
- Is it a bear? Aidan added, and I saw how Brandon shook his head again.
- It's… it's a wolf… he whispered and then I saw them both back away. They left me, and backed away. As they disappeared form my sight, I heard a growl at my head. A huge shadow crossed my vision, and then a howl from a wolf escaped from the shadow. The others screamed in fear and I heard how they left.
I still couldn't move. Tears were still streaming down my face, and I was trembling from the cold, fear, shock, and disgust I felt. My stomach had a life of its own, but it was kind enough to me to keep me from puking.
I heard a panting as from a dog come up closer to me, and suddenly my vision was filled by the image of a wolf. An unimaginably big wolf. It was at least the size of a horse. Its fur looked very well-groomed for a wild animal. I wanted to touch it. it bent down its head closer to mine, and I smiled.
- Are y-y-you gonna e-eat me? I whispered, and the wolf shook its head. A low whimper was escaped from its throat, and as I looked into its big, brown eyes I got a new kind of shock. They looked so different from a normal animal's eyes. I could see the worry in them, and the pain.
So much pain… I thought and gasped as something wet was on my face. It was licking me, cleaning my face and neck. All the time, it inhaled, as if smelling me.
- If you're n-not gon-na eat m-me, why are y-you t-t-tasting me? I asked, and the wolf stopped licking me. It looked down at me, and I thought it was thinking: "Is she really well?" I laughed. The laugh was hoarse and not a happy one. The wolf buffed my side with his nose, helping me to sit up. I grabbed its nose to steady myself, and it didn't object. It just continued to smell me. With its help, I also stood up and got on my clothes again.
Then I realised I was freezing. My toes were feeling numb, and so was my hands and butt.
- I-I guess I sh-should t-thank you, I stuttered, and the wolf put its muzzle under my left arm. It laid down and looked first at me, then at its back. I smiled slightly, and walked over to it. I laid down on its back and without any control of my hands, buried them and my face in its fur.
- S-so warm-m… I whispered and I heard it whimper again. Then I realized that I should be scared. I should scream, and hit the beast, who were obviously taking me to its dinner table. I bet its pack would be waiting for it to come home with a warm, fresh meal. Although, I wasn't very warm. Yet. But the heat from its body was very comfortable. I felt very drowsy, and the movements from its trotting body, and the warmth from it, soon made me fall asleep.