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Victim - Chapter 1 - The Truth Comes Out

BPOV

"You can do this, you can do this" I repeated to myself as I waited outside the school assembly hall. I could hear the principal wittering on about non-important things that nobody cared about.

"And now, please listen to our next speaker. As you know, Isabella Swan has been off school for some time. Today she has come in to tell the truth about her whereabouts. Isabella, would you come in for us please?" I heard him say. Oh God, oh God, well here goes nothing.

I took a deep breath and walked through the door, keeping my head down so I couldn't see all the turned heads watching me make my way to the front stage. I walked up, no tripped up the stairs onto the platform and turned to face the entire school.

"Ehm, hi. Well, I know that there has been a lot of speculation related to where I have been these past two months, so I thought it would be best to stop the rumours," I looked straight at Lauren," and tell you for myself."

There was a quiet murmur from near the back, but others shushed the murmurer and I carried on.

"Okay, well you see, erm, well it had started off like any normal day. I went to school as you will know, then Jessica, Angela and I went to Port Angeles shopping for their prom dresses. I will tell you now; I was not and am still not planning on going to prom! Anyway, so yeah, we went straight from school to Port Angeles and headed for the dress store. The girls were trying on dresses and looking for shoes and other stuff, while I tried to give constructive criticism, y'know? So, I had really wanted to go to this bookstore a couple of blocks away, so I told the girls I would, I would meet them at the restaurant. They finished up at the dress store then went for a walk before we were supposed to meet." I stopped and looked around. Every pair of eyes was on me, but one. I didn't bother registering this, it didn't matter. Those golden eyes had never given a caring glance in my direction, so why should they now? I thought to myself. I closed my eyes momentarily, opened them and carried on.

"So, I kinda knew where I was going, to get to this bookstore I mean, but I didn't have a map or anything. I was walking along and I heard someone behind me. I looked round and saw a group of four guys; they were like in their twenties. One of them said hi, so I automatically said hello back, as you do." I shuddered slightly, and my "audience" knew something bad was coming. I started to well up as I continued,

"So yeah, I carried on walking, keeping my head down, but they were following me. I thought at first that I was being over-sensitive, but it became clear that I wasn't. I heard two of them leave the others who carried on following me, and when I saw the two guys again in front of me, I knew I was being herded like a sheep. I turned around, looking for an escape, but there was none. I was trapped."

Someone in the second row gave out a little sob, it was Angela. I looked down at her, where she smiled through her tears encouragingly at me.

"The four guys were closing in on me. I didn't know what to do. As you will all know, I'm not the best at sports, so I knew running was out of the option. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. They were jeering at me, grabbing my arms and pulling me into the shadows. As I was pushed forward, I saw a figure, leaning against the wall. "Nice catch boys" he said, laughing quietly as he came out for a closer look. They were pulling my hair and pushing me around. I fell to my knees, and prayed that nothing would happen, that someone would come, but nobody did. I struggled against them as they pulled me away down a dark alley, but it was no use. I was outnumbered and weak with fright. I'm not going to go into any detail, I will spare you my nightmare, but, how do I say this, well you probably know by now, I was raped."