Chapter 2
The attack

I felt myself hit the concrete hard as the push came from behind me, a thousand thoughts passing through my mind. I was frozen with fear, unable to do anything other than hope I was going to get out of this alive.

"Just stay still and you won't get hurt" A deep breathless voice came from behind me.

"P-Please, don't hurt me! Take what you want but don.." I was cut off mid sentence as I was pushed harder into the solid path beneath me.

"Where's your wallet?" The voice came again, I could feel the cold wind passing over my face as tears ran down my cheek.

I motioned my hand as best as I could towards my jacket pocket and hoped that they were only after my wallet, if they opened it though, they may want more as it was empty. I had spent all the money I had at the reunion and had left my bank card at home, so my wallet would be useless to them unless they wanted to add to their leather collection.

I felt a hand aggressively pull at my pocket and remove my wallet. Please, please let this be over I thought. There was a pause filled with deadly silence, my heart was racing as the thoughts of what might happened next caused tears to roll faster and faster, I desperately tried to hold back my sobs.

I felt him roughly search my other pockets and he seemed to release some of the pressure he was using to hold me down. Maybe he'll leave me alone now he has what he wants.

"Don't move for another 5 minutes" He snapped kicking me in the chest and running off down the alley. I was gasping for breath hugging my chest and I could feel tears running down my face as I tried to mentally time 5 minutes. The last thing I wanted was to get up too early and come face to face with my attacker again.

As the minutes passed, time seemed to take an eternity and the events of the attack were being played back through my mind.

Why didn't I run? Why didn't I fight him off? I taunted myself.

Surely, I was able to do something other than lay here and take it like a pussy. If Stan was here this wouldn't have happened.

After what seemed like a good 5 minutes I pulled myself up with the aid of the fence to my side and looked up and down the alley but there was no sign of anyone. I slowly limped my way to the end of the path clutching my chest, the pain was unbearable.

As I entered my street the new sensation of light from the street lamps made my sight go blurry as if I had just woken in my room to the sun shining through the curtains. I continued until I reached my door and laid my body against it while frantically searching for my keys.

It was then it dawned on me. This guy had taken everything. My wallet, keys, phone. Everything. Fear returned to me and I turned to look back at the street.

"If this sicko had followed me he would now know where I live" I said quietly to myself.

I couldn't see anyone in the street and reasoned that they would have been an idiot to follow me here where there would most likely be people to aid me.

I made my way down the side entrance to the garden and retrieved the spare key from the secret location letting myself in. I quickly closed and locked the back door and ran to the front to make sure the security bolt on the inside of the door was securely fastened. Once I was assured the doors were as secure as they possibly could be I walked up the stairs towards my room.

The pain in my chest had turned into a dull ache and I had regained my breath as I lay on my bed trying to explain in some way what had happened. I was desperately trying to find some reason, something I had done previously that meant I deserved this to happen to me and then my thoughts turned to Stan.

I he had been there tonight this would have never happened. He should have been there to stop this from happening! This is all his fault!

As I laid there exhaustion filled me, I felt my eyelids becoming heavy and before I could do anything to stop myself, I fell asleep.