"Are you sure you don't want a ride home, sweetheart." Danielle my ballet teacher asked, concern coloring her tone

" Yes, I am sure Danielle. Thank you, for the offer. My mother is waiting at for me at her job, just a couple blocks away. A ride would be unnecessary, but thank you." I lied. I knew exactly where my mother was.

At a bar, wasting her life destroying her body, with alcohol, tobacco, and who knows what else. Letting countless men disrespect her body. Did I care?

Not as much as I should, not how much as another daughter would.

Why? My mother was like a complete stranger. I never saw her. Worrying about her would be like, worrying about someone I never even heard of dying. There was no connection to her and me besides the blood and DNA.

"All right. Work on finding a song for the recital ok." Danielle said shattering my thoughts

"Alright. Good night." I said glad to escape the woman's eager, blue eyes.

It was a warm night, the moon was full and shone brightly on buildings and puddles left from a recent rainfall. I hadn't bothered to change out of my soft pink leotard and tights. Instead I had just put some shorts that came down mid-thigh.

I walked down the street, just to the point where Danielle wouldn't be able to see me if she was looking; and the answer to that would be a horribly fat yes. I made a left turn at a small bakery that had already closed down, and walked down the street into an alley.

I looked behind me to make sure no one was watching me. Nothing.

I walked to the back where a high silver metal fence was breaking the building off from the woods. I looked back again. Still nothing.

I threw my small dance bag over the fence, and climbed without a problem over the fence.

There wasn't much use going to an empty, filthy house filled with alcohol, where I wouldn't even sleep.

As I started walking, I heard low mumbles. I listened closer. A group of men, probably in their mid-20's if their voices gave away the correct age. I looked behind me.

A group of 4 men, dressed too casually to be getting off work late. As I looked closer I realized they were muscular.

I thought about what I looked like to them; a 16 year old brunette just getting back from ballet alone in the woods… with a body like Tinkerbelle, only taller. I could almost literally hear their thoughts pounding in side my head.

The sadistic sons of Satan. Seeking the pain of a young girl for their own personal pleasure.

"HEY TINKERBELL!" Two of the men called out

I turned around involuntarily. I saw the beers being thrown over my head but I didn't fidget. Hoping they didn't hit me. Thankfully they didn't. I looked at all of them, they each had a four pack in their hands. I felt my small bag being slipped off my back.

"Annabella." I just barely managed to choke out

"Annabella…," the group of men chorused slightly laughing in surprise at my Australian accent.

"You wanna drink," the tallest one asked me, he was around maybe 5'10 which was only 2 inches taller than me, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes.

"No thank you, I'm too young" I said damning myself for telling the truth.

"So Anna… if you don't mind that, why don't you take a walk on the wild side, eh? Have a drink loosen up a little, have a little bit of fun with us. Break the rules a little," The man behind me purred in my ear loud enough for the other men to hear.

I gulped as my muscles tensed at the feel of his hot breath against my skin. "No, I'm good, thank you," I said. Even I could hear the hysteria in my voice.

"Aw. Come on, Kyle, your scaring her." the tall brunette said

I took a stupid chance and attempted to run away, only to have the tall brunette grab me before I could move as much as a meter.

I could feel his arms wrapping around my waist as I squirmed trying to get loose.

Now I regretted not taking the self defense classes that at the time I had found so absurd.

"Now Anna, lets behave shall we" A sandy blond haired man laughed

I still without having any impact was kicking trying to get loose.

With everything I had been through in my life, with having to live where I did and having to live with my mother, I should be able to flat out look death in the eye, and want to tango with it, and laugh,

Not this time. I could almost see where this was going and one thing for sure is that it wasn't going to be pretty.

Another brunette stepped from behind the rest of them. The least muscular of all of them, and the most friendly looking. When he got closer I realized he was actually kind of cute…he had really good bone structure and his hair was in a messy brown fashion under a hat.

"Hey Anna...hope you don't mind me calling you that. I'm Chris," he laughed mockingly

He stroked my cheek. "She's cute aint she boys."

The group chorused in agreement

"She got a nice figure too," he said ripping out my ponytail holder, I was so scared I barely noticed the slight pain.

He took me from the tall brunette

"Are you sure you don't wanna drink? It will help you loosen up." He said obviously not wanting me to drink.

After all, he wanted to hear me scream…wouldn't I scream more if I was sober

He kissed me. It wasn't a kiss I wanted.

If there was anything at this moment that I could want it would be at my grandmothers in a safe environment in New York instead of this rainy place in Oregon.

I felt him grab my back pulling me closer as I tried to pull away. Then I realized they were much more, than I thought they were. They were pedophiles.

I could literally feel the other 4 men creep forward.

So this was the end. The end of all my suffering, nobody would notice, nobody in this town at least. That's what I get for being a loner. Not even dying with a friend to remember you. Pathetic. Too late to even think about complaining now.