I stumbled out of the run down club with smoke trailing behind me, fogging up my vision. Or that could have been the booze. As usual I had drank way more than I planned on and It was really hitting me hard. Granted, I was only about 120 pounds so I was definitely a lightweight. But that seemed to never stop me from getting fucked up. I was new to Castle Rock and I didn't know anybody in the town so I figured hitting up the nearest club would be a great way to get to know some of the locals. But so far, The only thing I was getting to know was the ground when my face suddenly collided with it. I felt the alcohol take over my body and mind. I was completely wasted. I had gotten myself in trouble in the past with drinking. Hell all I really did was cause trouble. I was a fighter. And I was good. At least when I wasn't drinking. My mother left me and my dad when I was just 3. It's been us ever since. I guess raising a girl alone wasn't easy because lets just say my old man didn't deserve the father of the year award. He let me run wild and do whatever I pleased whenever I wanted. I blame him for the way I turned out. People saw me as a trouble maker, street trash. That sort of thing. But If anybody really got to know me, they would see I was much more than that. Nobody ever really knows what goes on behind closed doors. I was beaten daily by my father. If you could even call him that. I always thought he had some kind of pent up anger because of my mom. I've got a sister, about a year older than me. I havn't seen her since my uncle took her away. I had always had hope that she got to a better life. Better than what I am. Life was never easy for me. I had to teach myself what to do, right from wrong, and everything in between. Never really having anybody to help me out or just be there.

I found myself walking down a cold dark alley. The wind blew fiercely and I tightened the hold on my jacket. The alcohol was still making it hard for me to walk. The buildings around me began to spin and I quickly turned to a corner and released whatever was left in my stomach.

"Oh god. ew." I said to myself, wiping the rest off with my jacket sleeve. I felt a little more relief after that. I knew my limits so I knew there was really no point of me trying to walk home because I couldn't figure out where I even lived. Plus my dad would see me drunk off my ass and I would just get another beating. I sighed and shrugged off my jacket laying it down on the cold ground. I sat on top of it and crossed my legs, leaning against the brick. I took deep and shaky breaths to try to get myself together. Of course it was not helping. I was too far gone.

I began to hear whistles and yells coming towards me. I shifted my pale limp body over to the noise and saw a group of men that looked about 19-20 coming towards me. They were smashing beer bottles and cheering. They didn't look like the most welcoming group so I decided to stay quiet and hopefully not be noticed.

"Hey boys! Look who we got here!" one of them yelled. He looked to be the leader of their group.

Shit. So much for being unnoticed. I groaned as they walked closer to me.

"Hey. I know you." The leader spoke. "You're the new chick here right?"

"Yep. how observant of you." I slurred crossing my arms.

They all chuckled and he crouched down to me. "I would watch that attitude If I were you sweetheart."

I didn't like when he called me sweetheart. It sounded threatening and cold. But of course, me being so drunk I couldn't function and my big mouth got the best of me.

"I would watch who you're talking to If I were you douche."

All the boys smirked and the leader licked his lips slowly. "Alright...so you want to play it like that."

"Yeah-h I dooo. I'll kick y-your ass!" I said pushing my self up from the ground. I slurred my words so much, I was surprised they understood me.

The leader smirked. "Oh that's right. I heard you're quite the little fighter."

I was still breathing heavy trying not to puke all over myself again. I lay my head on the brick wall. It was cold and felt good on my head.

He spoke again, making my head pound more. "I hate to break it to you doll, but Castle Rock has a lot of fighters around here. What makes you think you're so special?"

Even in my drunken state, I could tell this guy was a dick. And I never let anybody talk to me the way he was. Even if he was a guy and way bigger than me. I was too drunk to care. So I ended up making the most stupid decision of my life.

"Because I can do this." I swung my fist back and pounded it into his jaw with as much force as I could muster up.

He stumbled backwards and wiped some blood that had formed off his lip. All his friends around him looked shocked and then looked to me with pissed eyes.

"So the rumors are true." The leader spoke walking towards me. his fists clenched.

I backed further into the dark corner and tripped backwards on the way falling on my back.

"You really are street trash." He continued.

And thats when I felt it. A couple swift kick to my ribs over and over. I began to lose breath and started trying to crawl away. It was the only thing I knew to do.

"Yeah Ace! Get her!" I heard them yell in my blurry daze. So this asshole's name was Ace. Good to know. because I was already planning on hunting this guy down whenever I got sober.

As I tried to crawl away from the pain, a new one formed on my body. Ace had snatched me up by the hair and pulled me along with him to his buddies. I was then thrown on the ground, smacking my skull into the pavement. All I remember is hearing my shirt rip and felt Ace's disgusting hands all over me. That's when I started to panic.

"P-please...stop.." I barely could get it out. I was close to blacking out at this point.

In response, Ace threw a mean punch to my jaw. I whimpered and tried to fight back, throwing my fists in the air but getting nowhere. I heard them all laugh at my attempts to protect myself. I had been in a lot of fights in my days but I had never had to deal with this. I had never been raped before. and now it was happening. I was drunk, confused, and scared. There was nothing I could do to protect myself. The only thing I knew to do was to start screaming and pray to god.

"HELP! HELP SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MEE!" I cried out choking on a sob.

Ace responded with another punch to my face. This time I could taste the blood dripping down my face. I felt his buddies all holding down my arms and legs to prevent me from swinging and hitting him. So far only my shirt was off. and Ace was biting trails roughly down my neck.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!" I continued screaming. This could not be happening. This can't be how it happens. How I lose my virginity. I wouldn't let it be to some sick creepy bastard who called me street trash.

Ace grabbed me by the throat and began strangling me. "Scream one more time and see what happens you bitch!" This made some of his buddies back off, giving my legs a chance to be free. I quickly kneed him in the balls as hard as my weak body could. He let out a scream and fell over. I quickly pushed myself off the ground and began trying to run. I didn't even get back to where my jacket lay on the ground before one of the boys grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and kicked as hard as I could but he wouldn't budge. The boy threw me back on the ground and slapped me harshly in the face.

The assault continued for what seemed like hours to me. Everything was in slow motion. I felt every kick to my ribs, every punch in the eye until they were swollen, every rip and tear of my clothing, the ripping and tearing of my hair, all the blood I could feel running down my face and body. Then suddenly a voice broke through all of the hurt and pain and commotion.

"HEY! GET THE FUCK OFF HER." It yelled. relief washed through my body and overpowered all of the pain. Somebody had found me. I could only think It was some sort of angel from god sent to save me. Because for a while I didnt think there was any hope. I thought I would die that night. I began drifting in and out of consciousness. I felt the weight on my body suddenly lifted off and heard yelling back and forth.

I must have drifted out again because the next thing I know, someone is scooping me up in their arms and carrying me away. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and I let out a whimper.

"Shhhh I've got you. You're going to be okay." My angel spoke.

That's when it all went black.


So that was the first chapter. Sorry if it was a little short but if you liked it and would like to see me continue with this story please review!