"Stupid fucking bitch... send me out at 3 am in the middle of Los Angeles... why doesn't she just fucking kill me herself... bloody psychopath..." Chas muttered casting a nervous glance backwards.
Were those were footsteps he heard?
No one was there, the street was deserted.
The cold rain pelted down onto the abandoned LA streets blinding the boy who was now quickening his pace.
"Jesus fucking Christ... I'm insane, why the hell did I come out here in the first place? I don't have two goddamn brain cells to rub together"
He was almost at his mom's apartment, only another 10 minutes or so and he'd be fine.
This time the boy spun around hearing a loud clang behind him.
He didn't have time to react it all happened so quickly.
A beefy guy grabbed Chas forcing him into the nearest alley, pushing him with bone crushing force into the wall.
"I don't got no money man, I swear." Chas said quickly as he felt a heavy fist tightening around his throat.
"That's what they all say!" A deep voice said directly into his ear.
The smell was nauseating a mixture of garbage, dog shit, cat pee and whatever the hell the guy holding him had eaten.
"Please I'm telling you I don't have jack!" Chas repeated his voice catching in the back of his throat.
Laughter greeted the boys ears as the man leaned in closer until his nose was just millimetres from his own.
"Please..." Chas whispered.
He didn't want to die. Jesus he was 16 he still had his whole fucking life ahead of him.
"Who said I wanted your money?" The man asked running his tongue wetly along Chas's cheek.
Shit.
Chas struggled bringing his knee clumsily up to meet the mans groin.
He howled in pain however only tightened his grip on Chas's throat.
He was gonna be raped, god only knows what this guy has... He was gonna be raped then murdered like everyone else in this fucking city.
"Bad move kid." The man spat forcing his mouth over Chas's.
He tried to move, to turn his head but it was held firmly in place.
The mans tongue forced entry into Chas's mouth despite the boys obvious protest.
It was revolting. He tasted like stale beer, old cigarettes and who knows what else.
Chas let out a sob as the mans tongue raped his mouth.
He had to do something he couldn't just stand here like an idiot and let this happen.
Chas again brought his knee up, colliding with the mans groin this time with more force.
The man broke the kiss anger now clear in his dark features.
His grip remained on Chas's throat caging him in.
"HELP SOMEBOD..." Chas took the opportunity to scream however he was cut off by a blow to his jaw.
The hand on his throat had been removed only now the kid was too disorientated to run.
He saw stars before he was roughly turned and slammed back into the wall, his face being pressed painfully into hard brick.
"Urg" Chas groaned hardly noticing when his pants were pushed down, falling around his ankles.
"You better be tight, boy." The guy sneered slobbering all over Chas's earlobe.
Chas tried struggling again only now his face was smeared on the wall.
His boxers now joined his pants round his ankles.
Chas shivered numb from shock and the bitter rain pouring from the heavens.
"Ahh I bet you're a virgin little boy! It's been a while since I had one..." The man said grinning madly.
"Please..." Chas sobbed unheard over his captors laughter.
The laughter died down and instead Chas heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone, like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.
He struggled harder doing everything in his power to break free.
Panic had taken over, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Chas could hear the sound of his own heart beat pounding at super sonic speed in his ears.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him.
In one last desperate attempt Chas put all his energy into driving his head backwards straight into the beefy guys nose.
Again he saw stars this time feeling the warm seeping of blood in his hair... Not his blood though.
Black spots began taking over his vision.
Everything faded, muffled, fell away into nothingness.
Chas felt cold steel against his cheek, he heard a muffled voice in the distance but he couldn't make anything out...
When Chas came round all he felt was pain.
His whole body ached and for a moment Chas didn't know why.
The ultimate 'ignorance is bliss' theory, that is until reality came flooding back to him as the man behind his administered a particularly painful thrust.
Jesus Christ.
He had regained consciousness right in the middle of his rape, someone up there sure had a sick sense of humour.
The pain between his legs was unbearable... At least his blood was lubricating things a little.
Chas let out a pained sob as his rapist came and finally pulled out after what seemed like an eternity.
Chas wavered and then finally fell to the ground unable to support his weight.
His mind was numb, his body cold, wet and aching.
He felt familiar salty tears leak from his eyes as the beefy man spat at his feet and laughed.
"Tightest fucking ride of my life!" He said before turning and leaving.
Chas couldn't move.
It had finally stopped raining although it didn't make much difference either way Chas was already soaked to the bone.
Shivering and sobbing he pulled himself shakily to his feet bringing his pants and boxers up as fast as he could.
Blood was smeared down his thighs but he couldn't care less all he wanted to do was get home and shower as quickly as possible.
Tonight's events weren't even registering with him.
He didn't want to think, didn't want to remember what had gone on.
Instead he made his way back onto the street he had come from, stumbling towards the place he called home.