Chapter 2
He threw her on the floor, in the undergrowth beneath a vast oak tree. She couldn't see his face but could tell he was wearing a mask, and dark clothes. The masked figure knelt beside her and whispered in her ear
"You're just going to lie there and do as we say. That way no-one gets hurt. You got that, peaches?"
She glared at him and began thrashing from side to side. He kicked her hard in the side and told her his demand again. This time she nodded.
"Good." He whistled loudly and several other men appeared from the surrounding areas. He pointed at the newcomers, then down at the girl. They understood his order. They took their positions down at the side of Noodle and pinned her to the floor. The masked figure removed his clothes and placed them beside him. He then began tearing at Noodle's clothes. He tore them off and threw them wildly in the air like confetti. He sniggered loudly "Let's do this thing."
The next part of the story is very disturbing, but you probably know what's coming next. I shall put it simply without all the details as it is not a pretty sight.
… They raped her.
As she screamed in pain, the figures holding her down slapped her and laughed at her. They took it in turns at their horrible game, sharing the beatings that brought blood and tears. This horrendous game lasted for a further twenty minutes. It makes me sad to see this happen, but I am doing it for her good. When the main man had had enough of seeing her suffer, he gathered his clothes and pulled on his jeans. He commanded that the other men let her go. She squirmed as they let her go, her body aching and sore. He turned to face her, spat on her face and left her with these words.
"Let that be a lesson to you, you dirty whore! And don't think about going to the police, we know who you are." They ran off into the distance, laughing and joking as if the whole ordeal had never happened.
I feel as though I should have said something, or ran in, boldly to her rescue. But I can't. Nothing I could have done would change the way things are now. It was her fate that got her here and no-one can change it.
The spit stung as it ran down her face with the blood and bitter tears. She lay there, motionless and limp. Taking it all in. A single star blinked shyly at her before hiding behind a bleary cloud. It knew her shame. She should hide from the truth. She slowly sat up, tore the ball gag from her mouth and fought all temptation to scream. She didn't want any trouble. Fresh tears sprang from her eyes as she weakly found her feet. She stumbled over the roots; her arms wrapped over her bare chest and attempted to rescue her clothes.
All she could gather was her mini skirt and jacket. "Those muggers nicked my clothes as well as my dignity." She grumbled, pulling on the tattered remainders of her clothes. She limped slowly to the bus stop, pulled out her compact from her jacket pocket, and wiped the blood from her face. She looked a wreck. "It's amazing if they let me on the bus, I look like a prostitute." A weak smile slithered across her lips. The feeling didn't last long. She longed for a shower; she needed to wash their dirty marks from her body. As she got on the bus the driver gave her a funny look.
"Ad a rough time love?" He asked. Noodle chose to ignore this comment, paid and sat down at the back of the bus. A few of the other passengers stared at her face, and then looked away quickly. She had seen their glares, took out her mirror and gazed into it. She recoiled in shock. Blood was dripping down the side of her face; her eye was black and bloodshot, the blood dripping down from the corners. She pulled up her jacket arm and slowly, began to wipe the blood from her face. She whimpered in agony, determined not to cry. She got off the bus a stop early, as people her talking about her, giving her evil glares and menacing looks. She ran home, despite the zombies active in the graveyard.
She needed no more grief tonight. She burst through the front doors, tears flowing freely down her face. She didn't want to wake the guys so she took the stairs. She ran up three at a time her heart beating fast. She ran down the corridor and into her room. She didn't even change into her nightshirt before collapsing on the bed. She lay, face in her pillow and cried herself to sleep.
Her peace was short lived; a few hours after she drifted off she awoke to a wave of sickness. She dashed to the bathroom, threw up violently numerous times before passing out on the cold lino floor.
Poor Noodle. None of this would have happened if her "Brothers" took more responsibility of her. Such as picking her up from parties and not getting totally wasted most nights. It's a wonder Noodle isn't an alcoholic, living with such brain dead beasts.