Unknown P.O.V.

I was confused as to how this had happened. I ended up being piggybacked to a man's house that I barely knew. I tried to sort out all of the previous events in my head, and yet I was even more confused, and I was now starting to get a headache.

I walked through a large circuit of alleyways, knowing full well that I shouldn't be there, as there were many dangers of going through such a deserted part of the city. Regardless, I needed to get home fast before my mother or little brother started to worry. I quickened my pace and was now speed walking through said alleyways trying to be as fast and quiet as possible. Sadly, I had no such luck as my foot hit a garbage can lying on its side in the shadows, just out of my line of sight. I cursed as the sound of my foot against the flimsy metal rang out. I held my breath and listened, hoping no one noticed. I heard no commotion or stirring of any kind, so I continued moving forward. Alas, as I reached the intersection of four paths, two of which were closed off, an unknown man put his hand over my mouth before I had time to react.

"Well, look at this little cutie I caught today," the man said with a disgusting and perverted look on his face. He looked like he had not showered in a week, maybe even month. He began to run his hand up my shirt, to which I whimpered and tried to break free. I ended up hitting him in the nose with my elbow, and he only gripped me tighter than before. "That hurt you little bitch; you're going to regret that," he sneered. I yelped as he grabbed my left nipple and twisted hard and painfully.

"Let go of me you asshole!" I yelled, still trying to break free. He slammed me against one of the alleyway walls, making my head spin and I stopped struggling as I tried to recover. I groaned as my head throbbed, and I tried to think of a way to get out of this mess. I was going to be raped, and by another man, no less. Suddenly, the man let go of his grip on me as he flew backwards. I looked up, still dazed, to see that another man had just punched the first in the face.

"Are you ok? I'm Felix by the way; I won't hurt you," he said, extending a hand out to assist me. I backed away and tried to run, but my recent head injury made me fall over, spraining my ankle in the process. I grunted in pain, and I swear, I heard the man named Felix chuckle. He walked over to where I had fallen and squatted in front of me, his hands behind him as if bracing himself for a force aimed at his back. I looked at him curiously, confused as to what he was doing. "I'm carrying you to my house since I don't know where yours is, and I doubt you'd be able to think too much right now without feeling like your head will explode," he stated simply. I pouted, knowing he was right, but wary to get on said man's back.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked, even though I surprisingly trusted him a great deal despite only recently meeting him, but I wasn't going to let him know that. He gestured for me to look around, and I did so, realizing that it was quickly becoming dark and more men were heard walking around these alleyways. We both knew that I was going to have to go with him, lest I risk another assault by another pervert. "All right, fine. I'll go with you," I said, getting into position to get onto his back. Once he stood up with me on his back, I realized that we must look silly; after all, a grown man was giving another grown man a piggyback ride as though they were kids.

"Hey, by the way," Felix started, interrupting my thoughts, "what's your name? And why are you wearing that mask?" I mentally slapped myself. I forgot to tell him my name and I forgot that I was wearing my precious mask, which hid the world from my identity. Then I remembered that neither was any of his business. Still, I figured I at least owed him my name, as he did save me from my attacker.

"Ryan's my name," I stated quietly,", and I wear this mask for personal reasons," I finished. Both statements were true, but I could tell that he was slightly confused by my reasoning for my mask. Despite this, he didn't question me about it, which I appreciated. No one has seen my face in years; not even my own mother. The only times I ever take it off are when I go to sleep and when I shower, and sometimes I even keep it on when I sleep because I'm afraid someone will come in and see my face. After a short while, we arrived at Felix's house and before I even realized it, my world had begun to change.