A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I'm not quite sure how to use everything yet xD

Long story short, Rose is 21 years old. She moved to Pensacola, Florida to get away from her mom and step-father, and has no contact with her family. She's basically all alone except for her boyfriend of 5 months, Jesse.

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My hands trembled as I read the letter.

Rose,

Meet me at Olive Garden around seven for a surprise

~Jesse

I squealed and jumped up and down. He's going to propose, I just know it! I cast a glance at the clock; 6:30! I swore and ran to my closet, desperately pawing through my meager dress collection. I have to look sexy- but not skimpy. I chose a deep red dress that fell just above my knees, and had a two-inch slit on each side. I paired it with my red lacy lingerie; never know what the night might bring. I slipped on some plain black heels and dashed for the bathroom, nearly falling about four times. I carefully styled my hair into a fancy yet flirty up-do, leaving some strands to frame my face, just the way Jesse liked it.

I kept the makeup to a minimum; a touch of mascara, natural eye shadow, and a dab of pink lipgloss. I walked out of the bathroom, grabbing my purse off of the door handle and slipping in a pair of diamond stud earrings. I walked out of my one-bedroom apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind me. I'd be flattered for someone to think I had something to steal other than cornflakes. On that thought, I turned around and locked my door.

"No bitch is touchin my cornflakes" I mumbled as I walked out and hailed a cab. I hummed the entire way there, drumming my fingers against my knees anxiously. The driver attempted smalltalk, but I was too nervous to think about anything but how I was going to say yes.

I was there at seven on the dot, and as I walked in I started having my doubts. Is Olive Garden special enough? Do I really want to be engaged at Olive Garden? Do I even want to be engaged? Sure, Jesse's hot, loaded, and nice, but is he really the one? And I'm only 21. Am I ready for this kind of commitment? Of course. Rose, you love him, that's enough. The place doesn't matter, only the person you are with does.

I looked around the dimly lit restaurant and saw Jesse seated in the corner by himself, on his phone texting. I smiled to myself and walked over to him. He made no move to stand and get my chair, which mildly disappointed me, but I pushed it aside. I ordered a Dr. Pepper, and it came quickly. I drank it even more quickly.

"Rose, before you order, I want to tell you something" he spoke. I waited silently for him to go on, confused as to why he wasn't going to wait until after we ate, but the butterflies in my stomach didn't care either way. I waited for him to continue.

"We've been together for a while... it's been fun. But we're young. We have our entire lives ahead of us. I'm bored, and I'm sure you are too. I think it'd be best if we saw other people. I care enough about you to not just break up with you in a text, I wanted to have class" he told me, his face neutral and void of all emotion. I blinked, not understanding and caught completely off guard. He started to get annoyed.

"Rose! You weren't even a good lay! We had sex once! How do you expect me to not have sex? That's it, it's over. Understand?"

I stood up, dramatically throwing my napkin on the table. "Okay we're done. But one thing: I faked it!" I spat. I wished I still had my drink so I could throw it at him. But I didn't, so with that, I walked out. I ran once I made it outside, tears streaming down my face. I quickly deleted his number from my phone, realizing it was in vain since I had it memorized. I walked down an alley, not wanting everyone to see my crying. In any other city, I might've been a little nervous, but I knew Pensacola like the back of my hand. Even though Jesse was the single person I knew in this entire city.

I'm so stupid! How could I think he was going to propose? At Olive Garden? What is wrong with me? I stopped and fixed my makeup, adding more than what was originally there. I put smoky kohl eyeliner on, and a deep red lipstain. I ripped my dress on the rides to reach the top of my thighs. I'm going to the club tonight. I need to dance. I kept walking down the alley, the ominous sound of my heels clacking against the concrete side-tracking my thoughts as I counted each step.

All of a sudden a van came barreling down, the headlights piercing the October darkness. I moved to side to avoid getting flattened, but it screeched to a stop. The door flung open and a man jumped out. He grabbed at me, apparently not knowing what kind of girl I am. I clipped him in the jaw, then him where it counts. He grunted and his eyes widened in shock. I punched him in stomach and he fell to his knees. I kicked him in the chest for good measure, effectively knocking him to the ground.

I turned and ran, my heels pounding on the concrete. I heard steps behind me, and I was shocked. The guy should've been down for the count. I pushed faster, thankful for all those days at the gym. I heard him gaining on me so I kicked off my heels, leaving them behind me. I pushed myself faster, and the man behind me grunted in frustration.

This isn't happening. Oh, God, please let me survive this. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, pushing me to the limit. I could see the end of the alley. I was so close…

"Aah!" I screamed as I was tackled to the ground. I squirmed, trying to get out of his grip. All I did was scrape my legs. I managed to flip onto my back. I froze in surprise; it wasn't the same guy. And if he wasn't standing between me and freedom, I would've thought he was hot. But he was standing between me and freedom, so I bit his shoulder. He cried out in pain, but kept his grip.

"What do you want?" I begged my desperation clear in my voice. "My purse is right there! Take it, just let me go!"

He said nothing, so I tried another tactic. I stopped struggling, and he looked into my eyes. "Please, please just let me go. I have three children; I'm just a single mother. They need me" I whispered, hoping he would buy my lies. He snorted.

"No you don't"

I resumed my struggles, biting his shoulder again, this time not letting go. I imagined myself as a pit-bull with a death grip. I almost growled.

"Aah! Cut it out!" He shook his shoulder and my head hit the ground with a huge crack. My mind swam, and the man on top of my looked at me in concern.

"Don't fight him. Don't." he whispered urgently. I wondered if he was talking about the first man.

"Help! Someone help me!" I screamed as loud as I could, my ears ringing. "Rape! 9-1-1! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Shut-UP!" the man ordered, clamping his hand over my mouth. I bit his hand and he grimaced, but didn't remove it. My fears were confirmed when the man that had originally attacked me limped over. I shrieked into the man's hand, kicking my legs, tears now falling. I thought about what I should be doing. You're going to through this. I need to memorize their faces, so I can identify them in a lineup. It was too dark to really see anything, but I tried my best. The man on top of me had long-ish hair that framed his face. The other one, the one I had punched, had short hair and a thin frame.

"You little bitch!" he yelled. Long-Hair rolled off of me and grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. They're going to let me go. Long-Hair's grip was numbing my arm, so I tried to break out of it, but he held me tight. Green-Eyes cane up and punched me right in the face. I felt the blood gush from my nose. I cried out and doubled over. I looked up at Long-Hair, willing him to let me go. It was easier to see him now. He had a strong jaw, and it was rigid now. His hair was about shoulder-length. He was tall, much taller than Green-Eyes. I looked back at the first guy, right when he punched me, again.

Long-Hair spoke. "Stop. Or I'll let her go" his voice was smooth and soothing, with a bit of an accent.

"You can't let her go. She's seen your face. You'll go to prison. And poor little Vicky…" he replied, hitting me again. I shrieked in pain, but choked it back, not wanting to show weakness. The tears kept falling.

"What do you want?" I begged.

"Shut up!" he yelled. I noticed he had stylishly messy hair, the kind achieved from an hour in front of the mirror. These aren't your average bad-guys.

He hit me again. "Not so tough now are you?" He laughed. I spat in his face. He roared, backhanding me. I fell to the ground, my palms stinging. He kicked me in the stomach.

"Stop!" I heard the taller one yell. The man kicked me again, obviously not listening. The pain was unbelievable. I coughed up blood, nearly choking on it.

Today had started out perfectly. I had just put a down-payment on a car, I had finally talked to an old friend of mine. I was expecting to be engaged, to finally have a happily ever after. Now here I am, being beaten in an alley by a man I've never seen before, wondering what I've done to deserve this.

"What do you want?" I tried to ask, but my voice failed and all that came out was a shriek of pain. Long-Hair picked me up gently, cradling me against his chest. "Help me" I begged him, my voice desperate and sounding like a child's. "I don't wanna die"

I thought maybe he was taking sympathy on me, but he walked me back towards the van. I started panicking, but my body was too tired to do anything but hyperventilate. I tried to pull away from him, but he held me closer.

"No, no please. No. Don't, whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please, please. No" I whispered, my voice cracking. My frame shook with silent sobs. He spoke in another language, and it sounded comforting.

This isn't happening.

He then threw me into the van. I banged against the side, and I blacked out.

Hope you liked it!(:

-Stephh :3