A/N: I own everything in this story, including the plot and charactors...Please read and review! :D
"Goodbye, Violetta." Mrs. Oakley said.
"Have a good night, Mrs. Oakley." I smiled back at her as I exited the building.
I work at the library three times a week after school, from Tuesdays to Thursdays, checking out books and placing them back on their rightful shelves. Mrs. Oakley is my boss, she's a sweet old lady who's been working at the library for years.
I walked quickly and quietly down the darkened road of Ocean Grove, NJ and turned into an alley, a shortcut I usually take to get home faster. Halfway through, I noticed two guys standing at the end, blocking the way out.
My heart pounded in my chest as I grew closer, hoping they'd just leave me alone as I passed. But luck seemed to evade me once I walked between them and was stopped by one of them catching my hand.
"Hey," He said and I immediately pulled away from his grip, looking over at him. He was tall, with dark features, black hair and an athletic body. His friend was much the same, but with lighter hair and they both smelt like alcohol.
He smiled at me. "What's your name, sweet heart?"
I made a face, disgusted and turned on my heel to walk away.
"Hey," He said, catching my arm and pulling me back. "I'm talking to you."
I roughly pulled my arm away from him, saying through clenched teeth, "Leave me alone."
He smirked, hitting his friend on the arm, while saying, "Oh, this ones got an attitude, man."
They laughed and I turned, walking away again.
"Hey, wait!" He called after me and then he was grabbing my hand again, pulling me back to him. He pulled me close and I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer and I turned my head away as he leaned in, saying softly in my ear, "Stay and hang with us for awhile."
I shook my head, pushing him but he wouldn't let go. "I've got to go."
"No, you've got to stay." He said and a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down my spine. He kissed my cheek near my ear, then turned to look at the other guy, while taking me by the arm and pushing me to him. "Dude, tell her she's staying."
The guy with the light hair smiled as I was pushed forward. "You're staying." He said, grabbing me by my arms.
I pushed him. "Don't touch me."
He smiled again, looking over my head at the other guy.
I was terrified. I knew what was coming next-but I wasn't going down without a fight. I made a run for it, but before I could get too far, I was caught from behind, around the waist.
"There's no use in you trying to run." He said, ignoring me as I clawed at his arms, trying to get them off me. "'Cause we're faster," He said, putting me back on my feet and pushing me roughly against the brick wall, knocking all the air out of my chest. "And stronger."
"Let me go." I plead, cringing away from him as he touched my hair and ran his fingers along my cheek. Tears formed in my eyes, threatening to spill over.
He smirked. "No way." He leaned down, crashing his lips to mine. I turned my head away, which only made him trail his lips down my jaw to my neck. I felt so disgusted and afraid.
"Get off of me!" I said, my voice stronger with anger as I pushed his chest as hard as I could. He stumbled back and I took the time to run back the way that I had came.
"Get her!" He shouted and I looked over my shoulder to see the dark haired guy running after me.
I just got to the end of the alley, when I was tackled to the ground, the cement scraping my hands. "Gotcha!" He said, holding me down. He turned me over onto my back, straddling my waist and I struggled to get free as he tried to pin my arms to my sides.
"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping someone passing by would hear. But there was no one around. "Someone help me!"
His hand clamped down over my mouth. "Shut up!" He spat.
The light haired guy came up from behind the guy straddling me and kneeled down beside us.
He smirked. "I told you we were faster."
"You're gonna pay for this!" I said, my voice shaking with anger.
"Yeah, sure we will." He laughed, then looked at the dark haired guy holding me down. "Make sure no one is coming."
He nodded, standing up. I tried to sit up once he was off me, but the light haired guy pushed me back down. "Oh, no." He said, straddling my waist. "You're not going anywhere."
My heart raced and tears slid down my cheeks. I just wanted to go home. I should have never taken the shortcut. I should have just gone the long way. That would have been the smart thing to do.
He ran his hands down my sides, then up my shirt and I flinched from the coldness of his hands and the fact that they were not suppose to be there. I pushed his hands away, trying to sit back up, but he only kept pushing me back down. "Please, just let me go." I begged.
He smirked, ignoring me as his hands explored my skin, lifting my sweater and shirt over my stomach. I squirmed under him, pushing his hands away from me as I struggled to get away, which only seemed to make him angry.
He grabbed my wrist's pinning them to my sides. "Stay still!" He yelled, angrily.
"No!" I yelled back.
His hand came down hard against my cheek and I cried out. "Now shut it and stop moving!" He said, through clenched teeth, his hand gripping my face roughly as he spoke. A sob escaped my mouth. "Is anyone coming?" He asked the dark haired guy, who said 'no'. So he unzipped his pants, pulled my down, spread my legs and pinned my arms above my head, ignoring my struggles and protest. I kept screaming 'no' and squirming to get away. But it was all useless.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, shutting my eyes when I felt the piercing pain in my lower half. He grunted, groaned and pushed roughly as I cried helplessly.
When he was done, I rolled over onto my side, and to my great horror, as he stood up, he said, "You're turn and make it fast."
My eyes widened. They were gonna take turns using me for their own pleasure? "I'm not a whore!" I shouted through sobs as the dark haired guy came over to me, pushing me back down as he straddled my waist again. "You can't use me like this!" I cried. "Please let me go."
They ignored me as the dark haired guy took his turn and I again, screamed, cried and tried to squirm free, which of course, was useless.
When they were done with me, they kicked me a few times, said, "Have a nice life." And ran off, laughing. Jerks. How could people be so cruel?
I sobbed as I pushed myself up on my elbows and pulled my pants back up, then lyed there for a minute on my side, trying to catch my breath. Everything hurt, I felt so dirty, cold, used and exposed. My body shook with each sob that escaped my mouth. I was a virgin. They took away what was mine to give away to someone I loved when I was ready to, and now I'll never get it back.
I reached for my purse that had flown out of my hand when they pushed me to the ground, and searched inside for my cell phone, praying that it wasn't dead.
Once I found it, I pressed a button and the screen lit up, showing me that it was still fully charged and I thanked God as I searched my list of contacts for someone to come get me.
My eyes landed on the name Nicholas, and I immediately clicked on it, opening a new text message.
My hands shook as my fingers quickly flew across the keys, typing out; I need you. Now.
I hit 'send' and waited, with my back against the brick wall, for him to answer. I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest and my eyes looking from left to right, hoping no one would see me here and give me a replay of what just happened. I was still shaking with fear and from the cold, spring air as I waited.
Finally, he replied and my heart sank as I read; I'm busy.
Nick is my best friend. I've known him for three years now. We met at school, he was the new guy. But he can be conceited sometimes and uncaring towards me, which I hate and other times, he's sweet and sensitive, and he's the only one that I trust.
With a new set of fresh tears and a bit of anger, I quickly replied; I need you. Help me. Please.
A few minutes later, he wrote; Where are you?
I replied with; in an alley.
Then not even a second later my phone lit up, ringing, with his name flashing across the screen.
"Hello?" I said, my voice shook.
"What do you mean you're 'in an alley'?" He asked, sounding angry. I must have been interrupting something 'important'. "Are you trying to be funny?"
A sob escaped my mouth. I wanted to yell at him and ask him if he was mentally ill, but instead said, "Please come get me."
His tone immediately changed once he actually heard me. "Where are you?"
"In an alley down the street from the library."
"Okay. Stay where you are. I'll be right there." He said, urgency and worry in his voice.
I sat, waiting, with my heart pounding, no more tears flowed down my cheeks as I hoped that no one would come this way and wishing that Nicholas would hurry.
As soon as I seen headlights and a black mustang pull up on the curb in front of the alley, I slowly stood up, feeling pain from the movement and knew that I would most definitely have bruises now.
I stood at the entrance of the alley and relief shot through me, bringing a fresh set of tears to my eyes once I seen Nicholas' tall muscular form and brown curly locks.
"Vie!" He called out, running around the car to the side walk as he came over to me. He pulled me into him the minute I was close enough to reach, wrapping his arms around me and I cried, clinging to him, feeling safety in his arms. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here now." He pulled back a bit to look at me, his eyes full of concern. "Come on, let's get you home."
I shook my head. "I can't go home. Not like this."
He nodded, understandingly. "Alright. I'll take you to my place."
He lead me over to the car, helping me in, then went over to the drivers side, got in and we drove off.
Nicholas is eighteen and he lives on his own, in an apartment a few streets away from where I live with my mother. He told me when we met that he moved out of his parents' house because he wanted his freedom and privacy, so he got a job working at the grocery store. It's not much but it does pay the bills and he plans on getting a better job once he finishes high school next year.
The car ride was silent as I rested my head on the window, closing my eyes to try and relax my nerves, taking deep breaths to keep myself from falling apart all over again.
Once the car came to a stop, I looked up. "We're here." Nicholas said softly, turning the car off.
He got out, coming around to my side as I got out.
Nicholas' apartment was a big four in a half. His living room had a black leather couch pushed against the wall and opposite from it, was the big flat screen T.V. He had a stand with his stereo and C.D's on it and in the other corner of the room, there was a shelf packed full of DVD's. He had a big balcony, with sliding doors and the walls were painted white, with pictures of his family and friends hanging on the walls.
I stood in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do with myself. There were so many things running through my mind and my body ached.
Nicholas came to stand in front of me, looking concerned. "What happened, Vie?" He asked, touching my cheek lightly and running his thumb across my bottom lip, which stung from when the guy hit me and I flinched.
I pushed his hand away and headed toward the bathroom, saying quietly, "I need a shower."
He sighed as I closed the door behind me. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and seen two big, blue, frightened eyes staring back at me. I was pale, except for the big red mark forming into a bruise on the right side of my face and the cut on the side of my bottom lip. My usually curly brown hair, that flowed down my back was a mess and my clothes were a bit wet and full of dirt. I lifted my sweater and shirt over my head and looked in the mirror again to see that I had bruises forming around my torso and in other places, from where the guys kicked me.
Tears formed in my eyes again as I finished stripping and got in the shower, noticing as I scrubbed my body so hard that my skin turned red, that I had bruises on my legs and arms too and everything hurt.
When I got out, I dried and wrapped myself in a towel, then opened the bathroom door and poked my head out to make sure Nicholas was no where in sight. When I seen that all was clear, I headed down the hall to his room, only to find him lying there on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, with an arm propped up behind his head.
I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do.
When he noticed me, he looked over at me, asking, "What's wrong?"
"I don't have any clothes." I said quietly, wrapping my arms around myself.
Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and took out some things, then walked over to me and handed them to me.
They were my clothes, ones that I had left here the last time I stayed the night. There was a pair of underwear, pink striped pajama bottoms and a white tank top.
I smiled small. "Thank you." I said quietly and turned, heading back to the bathroom.
I slipped back on my bra, then the clothes he gave me, towel dried my hair and came back out, heading back to Nick's room.
His room was big, with two walls painted sky blue and the others left white. His queen size bed was in the middle of the room, with two black nightstand tables on either side of it. His long black dresser was in the corner of the room and in the other, there was a desk, with a laptop on it and a black acoustic guitar sitting on the floor near the desk.
Nicholas was still lying on his back on the bed when I went back into the room and I slowly made my way over to him, climbing onto the bed beside him.
I curled into a ball, facing him and we lyed there in silence for a minute, until he sighed, looking over at me. "Feel better?" He asked, smiling crookedly.
"Yeah." I whispered.
He turned over onto his side, moving closer to me, then reached out, brushing his fingers along my cheek lightly, tucking my hair behind my ear. "What happened, Vie?" He whispered.
Tears stung in my eyes and I looked away from him. "I was on my way home from work and I took the shortcut and at the end of the alley, there were two guys standing there." I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand. "I tried to get away but they were strong and fast. They chased me when I ran and then they...they raped me." I said, whispering the last three words, a sob escaping my mouth and Nicholas pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me as I cried into his chest.
"Shh, it's alright. You're safe now." He said, his voice soft, then he added, sounding a bit angry, "They will pay for this. I promise."
I wasn't sure how he expected to find them and make them pay for what they did to me, and at the moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was no longer alone and outside in the cold.
I was in the comfort of my best friends arms.
A/N: Hello everyone! What did you think of the first chapter so far? Love it? Hate it? Let me know in a review! (:
I know it's kind of a little short but I promise that the next chapters are much longer. I've got up to chapter six written so far already and I'm working on chapter seven, so all I need right now are your review and opinions to motivate me to keep writing and posting more chapters. So pretty, pretty please read and review!
Thanks in advance and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I'll be posting the next one as soon as I get some reviews. (:
xo Melissa.