Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?
Chapter Two
I don't what was crazier the fact that even a simple pair of jeans cost more than most surgeries or how many people actually lived in this freaking city.
As I wandered around aimlessly down each street, each avenue, I did realize one thing though. It was so easy to lose yourself in this city. It was easy to be on a busy street filled with taxi's and buses and walk a block and be surrounded by small bakeries, shady trees, and an atmosphere that could easily make you find inner peace with yourself. I did understand why artists adored this city, I even understood why anyone would want to be in this city. There was something that just stole your heart and replaced it with curiosity.
I'd been wandering for almost an hour and a half. I was so blown away by the city. I turned a corner and made my way down an alley, I knew alleyway's weren't the safest of places. But I had pepper spray. And besides, most of that stuff in alleyway's happens at night.
I was almost out of the dark alleyway when suddenly I felt myself being pushed onto the ground, I gasped for air, because the wind was knocked right out of me. But before I could even fight back, I felt a cold sensation on against my neck. I didn't move anything but my eyes and I looked down. I saw it, something I never thought I'd ever be threatened with, something only in nightmares really.
I swallowed hard, looking at the knife against my throat, one slight move and my life would be over. Something I never even imagined about. I felt a warm breath against my face, I turned to see a boy with dark eyes, dark skin, and even darker intentions.
"Scream and I will fucking kill you." He growled under his breath, I bit my lip and slowly nodded up and down. I couldn't do much more than obey, he had my life in his hand.
"Good girl," He smiled softly, "You better know your place, little bitch." He whispered in my face, his breath smelled of onions and cigarettes. It was deadly.
"Wh-wha-what do you want from me?" I asked, my voice shaking, I looked around for my purse, but it was no where in my sights. The boy grabbed my face and turned it to face him.
"I want you to be the whore that I know you are." He muttered, I bit my lip and shut my eyes, wishing this was a nightmare I could just wake up from.
I struggled to find the words, that blade felt sharper by the second.
"Please d-don't hurt me….you can have my purse, a-all the money is yours – "
He interrupted me, "Damn right it is. Now shut up and let me fuck you like the whore you are." And he slammed my head against the brick wall, hard, I felt faint, my head began to hurt so bad that I could barely feel his hands brush up my dress and pulled down my underwear, I gasped and began to kick and punch, which only made him more angry. I felt my head hit the wall again, this time even harder. He covered my mouth with his hand and slipped off his jeans, I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see what I knew was next. I gasped when I felt him brush against my private area. I bit my lip so hard it bleed, I tried to scream but nothing came out, I heard the sound of his hand jacking himself off, I began to feel tears roll down my cheeks, then I felt him push himself into me, I screamed, but it only came out low and muffled against his hand. I opened my eyes wide, the pain caused me too. It burnt so bad, it stung and I couldn't bare it. I would've rather had him slit my throat than this, I cried and cried. But not a sound came out. This was hell, I wanted to die, I wanted to slit my own throat. I couldn't do it.
Suddenly a voice roared through the alleyway, "Get the fuck off of her!" It boomed.
And he stopped, he pulled out and a part of me left my body as well. I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him pull his jeans on and stand up quickly, I turned my head to my left and saw a boy in all black with combat boots. His hair was dark and covering most of his face, but his green eyes shined through his hair, and I wasn't sure if this was a savior or someone to come and finish me off.
"Fuck you, this doesn't concern you, emo boy." My rapist hissed, the boy in all black stepped closer.
"Would you rather deal with me or the fucking cops?" He asked, his voice low now, almost as a threat. My rapist rolled his eyes and mumbled an insult. He ran away as if nothing even took place. As if my innocence wasn't just torn from me.
The boy in all black let out a sigh of annoyance. I didn't move, I felt paralyzed, as embarrassed as I was to be exposed in front of him, I had nothing more to lose.
He turned to me and bent down to my level. His eyes looked numbed, his movements emotionless. He said nothing, he only looked at me. His eyes turned from numb and dull to apologetic, as if this occurrence was his fault.
I shivered to his touch, I didn't want to be touched, I only wanted to be left to be killed, if I was lucky. His hands were cold, but not as cold as my rapist's. He reached down and slowly pulled up my underwear back around my pelvis. I began to cry as he pulled my dress down, I couldn't help it, I just laid there, lifeless and sobbing. He wiped my tears with his finger, I shut my eyes and felt myself being picked up and placed onto my feet, I opened them slowly, he just looked at me blankly and pulled me into a doorway on the side of the brick alleyway. I allowed myself to be dragged, because what else was going to be done to me?
I opened my eyes, I was ready to feel the hard alleyway concrete under me and the brick wall behind my head. But instead I felt a soft mattress, I quickly sat up and looked around, I was in my room. My dad's apartment. I felt sore, in more places than others. I tried not to think about the events that happened earlier, I rubbed my eyes then looked around, I felt a bit dazed. I looked around the lavender colored walls and saw the pieces of art hung up on each wall. I took a breath, then looked over to the French doors that led to the small private balcony. But instead I saw the doors slowly shut and through the glass was the boy in all black. Before I could think about my actions, I quickly stood up and climbed off the bed. I quickly made my way out onto the balcony, slowly shutting the doors behind me.
I turned to see the boy climbing over the side of the balcony, before he was all the way over I touched his back, his head snapped around and his hair moved over his face. I could still see those green eyes though, they looked vicious, until his eyes met mine then they softened.
"What are you doing? Go back to sleep!" He commanded me, it didn't sound angry though, it just sounded stern, as if what I was doing was not in his plan.
"Wh- how – what are you doing here? How did I get back here? Who – who are you? Why are – " I asked all at once, so many questions pounded into my head, along with a migraine, but I was more concerned with what was going on. He interrupted my questions by placing his hand over my mouth. When he did that my mind flashbacked to the attack, I think he could see my face begin to panic because he quickly moved his hand as if he knew what thoughts were racing through my mind. He glanced down as if to say 'I'm sorry', but he slowly looked back up. His green eyes meeting mine.
"I need to go." He said, emotionlessly, I shook my head.
"Please…just t-tell me why did you save me?" I asked, my voice cracked, I was desperate for answers at this point.
He paused for a moment, "I didn't save you." He defended, as if offended by me saying so. After he said that he began to climb back over the railing.
"How d-did you get me back here?" I asked, but he ignored me.
"P-please just tell me that, please." I begged. "I need to at least make some sense of this, please." My throat grew tight and I felt myself on the verge of tears.
He stopped and looked down, refusing to look me in the eyes.
"I went through your purse and found the information that I needed." He muttered.
"But w-why would you do that for me? Y-you could've just left me to die." I said, softly, as I was all too curious.
He stiffened and reached into his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, he lit it then took a drag.
"I don't have time for this, just go back inside." He said, as he blew smoke into the air.
I crossed my arms, "Look, either you give me answers or else." I threatened, I was sick of this run around game with this guy.
He looked up at me, his lips formed a smirk. "Or else what?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow. I looked down, I had nothing. I wasn't much of a threat. I was pathetic really.
"Can you please stop playing this game with me?" I began to lose my cool. "I was just attacked and raped and you came to my rescue. I deserve some answers." I stated.
He chuckled a little, "You make me sound so, so christlike." He said in a dark voice, then took a drag.
"I like it." He added, as he looked at me and blew his smoke right into my eyes. I shut them tightly and rubbed them, disgusted.
"What kinda sick narcissistic asshole are you?" I snapped, annoyed and done with this entire thing. He looked up, as if thinking of an answer.
"I'm just shocked that you actually said a bad word. Didn't know you had it in you, babyface." He said with a smirk, then took another puff. After he blew out his smoke into my face again, he handed me the cigarette.
"Want a hit? You seem stressed." He nudged, I shook my head and crossed my arms.
"No, get that away from me." I snapped, he shrugged then took one last drag before dropping it onto my balcony. He put it out with his boot, not even bothering to pick it up.
"I figured you never smoked. It's pretty obvious." He stated, crossing his arms as if mocking me.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, well, sorry if I'm not a huge fan of lung cancer." I hissed.
He grinned, "Oh, so, you're one of those types." He replied, I began to wonder what he meant by that, but before I even cared to question it, I uncrossed my arms in frustration.
"Can you please just tell me who you are instead of acting like a condescending jerk?" I remarked, he leaned back and deepened his gaze.
"Narcissistic. Condescending." He repeated, "Big words of you to use." He stated, "At least your pretty and smart." He smirked at me, I was annoyed by now. But part of me still hadn't had enough.
I sighed in frustration, "Can I at least know your name?" I asked, in a soft voice.
He thought for a moment. Maybe as if he thought to say something sarcastic, but instead he stopped for a minute and uncrossed his arms.
"Eli." He mumbled in a low tone, but before I could manage to think of a response, he climbed over the railing and onto the fire ladder on the side of the building. I watched as he climbed down and onto the street, walking off. I felt abandoned, as if I meant nothing. That is until he turned his head and his eyes met mine again, he smirked for a moment but then turned back and continued to walk until I could no longer see him.
I went back inside, my hair smelled of cigarette smoke. I headed into the bathroom to shower. I wanted to wash away all memories of today. My mind was somehow blocking out the attack earlier, which was the last thing on my mind anyway. I wanted this shower to erase all things that had occurred today. But part of me didn't want to disintegrate any memory of the boy in all black. His smartass attitude annoyed me, yes. But in some type of odd way I felt safe. I felt special. I didn't know how to describe it, I just felt something different with him, about him. Sure he was rude and mostly thoughtless. But something about him made my headache stop as if he was a peaceful remedy to all of the pain.
I washed my hair and tried to think of anything but the boy in black, but all of my thoughts kept returning back to one thing – Eli.
So yeah, let me know if this is worth continuing.
If not then, well, thanks for reading. :p
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