Hello,

Here we are, chapter numero 2. This one's going to be intense….you've been warned. There's a reason why this story's rated M. I'm a little scared writing/posting this chapter myself….

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"Broken"

Chapter 2

"Victim"

The rape happened on a Thursday night.

That day, I wanted to go to my friend's (Sanchez as we call her) house. She invited me and my friend Kaura over to hang out after school. Of course I couldn't refuse. However, my car was in the shop because I needed new brakes. So, the plan was that Sanchez would pick us up and bring us to her house, and then later on, I'd walk home to save them and my parents the trouble of driving.

Naturally, my parents were a little apprehensive about letting me walk home alone in the evening by myself, but I reassured them that I'd be perfectly fine. I mean, I'd lived in this town my entire life. It's a small, suburban town…not much goes on here. And I reminded them that I would be 18 in just a few months. I was nearly an adult. I could take care of myself. What did I have to worry about?

So, the plan pursued. After school, around 2:45, Sanchez rescued Kaura and I from the hellhole we call high school, and we went to her house. It was a blast. First, since we're honor students and all, we did the bit of homework we had and got it out of the way. That was followed by raiding her house of any junk food we could find. Oreos. Doritos. Peanut Butter. Soda. Heaven. Then we put on a movie-Saw 4-to be exact. However, with us being high on sugar and life, our attention span couldn't last long. And not ten minutes into the movie, we were throwing chips, popcorn, and candies at each other like no tomorrow.

Sanchez and Kaura are great. No, no, more than great. They're amazing. The greatest friends I could've asked for. Kaura, I've known since I was born….she's the one that's just always been there, and I trust her with my life. She's a bit "out there", but I love her all the same. Sanchez, on the other hand, I haven't known as long. But, it feels much longer. She's the most responsible seventeen year old girl I know, and the most loyal. I know she'll always have my back, even when I do get in a pissy mood and bitch at her sometimes. But hey, we all get our own days to be bitchy, right?

Anyways, after the junk food fight started to die down and our laughter subsided and our breathing was back to semi-normal, I finally noticed the clock. It was already 8:24. I had told my parents I would be back by 7:00, since it was a school night. Shit.

"Sanchez, Kaura…I hate to go, but I have to. I'm already dead."

"Awwwww. Do you have to?" Kaura said as she clung to my arm.

"Unfortunately." I sighed. "I'm already afraid of what mom will do to me. You know what she can do with a gun."

"Bahaha", Sanchez burst into laugher. "But it's so funny when your mom shoots at you and purposely misses!"

Kaura laughed. I fought back a smile.

"Hn. Well, thanks for having me over Sanchez. I'll see you guys tomorrow in Masse's", I said as hugged them each goodbye.

I grabbed my UGG boots and slid them on, then grabbed my coat and scarf. It was late November, so it was cold. There wasn't any snow yet, but you could tell that it was right around the corner.

I left Sanchez's house and walked outside, taking in the crisp, cool air. I slid my hands into my pockets, felt the fuzzy warmth of them, my school bag slung over my shoulder, and began my one mile trek home. I'd forgotten my IPOD, so, I entertained myself for a while by breathing out through my nose and mouth and watching the swirls of hot breath come out. This enticed me, fore it reminded me of my childhood, where I used to do this when it was cold, except I would pretend I was a dragon, and the hot air clouds coming out of my nostrils were the dragon's smoke and fiery breath.

I think ten minutes had passed, and then I noticed I was being followed. It was late, not that many cars out on a Thursday night, and I was all by myself. Alone. No one there to hear me scream. But, I was just freaking myself out, like I always did, because I'm a very paranoid person. Maybe they were just random people going for a late night stroll? But, who would be crazy enough, besides me, to walk at this time of night when it's this cold out? I picked up the pace a bit and made my frozen legs go a little faster. It was when I peered around and saw that their pace had quickened as well that I knew I was doomed. Before I could even run, someone grabbed me from behind. They clutched my shoulder tightly, and I screamed.

A large, rough hand was quickly shoved in my mouth, and a raspy voice whispered into my ear.

"Scream again, and I'll fucking kill you."

I obeyed. I didn't scream. Instead, I bit down on his hand as hard as I could, and then kicked him in the groin from my position, and bolted. I didn't get far before another set of hands grabbed me. This time, though, with one hand covering my mouth, the other hand held a gun to my head.

I was frozen. All I could think was that tonight was the night I would die. I just never imagined I would die like this. I was one of those people who imagined their death being peaceful, dying in your sleep, y'know. I guess I was sadly mistaken.

The hands tightened their grasp, and then I heard more footsteps come up from behind.

"Bring her over here."

Over where? I thought.

Then I was dragged to underneath one of those highway bridges. I struggled a bit and tried to fight my way free, but then the gun that was pointed at my head still was cocked, and then I gave myself up to my killers. This was it. I was done. Over. Gone.

I was dragged behind the cement wall that helped hold up the highway bridge. I was shoved on to the ground. It was cold, hard, and damp. Above, I could hear cars whooshing by.

Then I snapped back to focus. Looking around, I found that there were four men surrounding me. They were in their late twenties or early thirties. One had tattoos all over his face. I remember him the most because of it. I could smell the alcohol emanating from them. I lay there, waiting for them to finish me off. I was their entertainment for the night.

One of the men came up to me. He appeared to be the youngest of the group. About 25, rugged, unshaven, sporting a plaid long-sleeve button down shirt and jeans, and one of those hunter's furry hats. He crouched down in front of me, chugged the rest of his beer can and chucked it to the side. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at him.

"What's your name, girl?"

I didn't answer.

"I said what's your name?!" He got angry and punched me in the eye. Hard. Then he repeatedly smashed my face into the ground. I felt blood in my mouth, my eye was swollen, vision blurred. Tears came down my face.

"K-Kisa", I choked.

He spat on me.

"Whore."

He stood up, and kicked me in the chest so I would lay down on my back. I lay there, limp, praying for this all to just end. My family wasn't religious at all, but I was praying to whatever God there may be to have pity on me and make this quick.

I kind of zoned out here. I heard him unzip his pants and slide his baggy jeans down. Then I felt his hands on me, taking off my shirt, my bra, feeling my breasts. I cried. He slapped me and told me to be quiet. The others stood around and watched. Amused. Laughing.

I felt him inside me. It was here were I completely tuned out. I stared upward at the sky, looking at the stars. The big dipper was out. I searched for it's little sibling.

Grunting. Pounding.

I glanced at the cement wall before me. It was dark, but I could still make out some of the graffiti on it.

'Jess and Dave 4 Ever' 4/5/08

At least someone had once enjoyed themselves here.

Once he came, he stood up, pulled up his pants, and I thought now I would die. But I was wrong. They each took their turn with me. Thrusting. Groaning. Grunting. Feeling me up. Throughout all of it, I tried to concentrate on other things, the constellations, cars above, winter on its way. Even though I wouldn't live to see it. Then I started thinking of songs that I liked, and sang them word for word in my head. I had gotten through seven songs when the fourth one had finished and was satisfied.

By now, I felt like a bowl of Jell-O, and just lay there, my shirt and bra lain beside me, pants at my ankles. The tears had stopped. There was no reason to bother with crying. I would die in a matter of minutes. Or so I thought.

The men readjusted themselves, buttoned their shirts, finished off the last of their beer, and started walking away. Along the way, the youngest one, the one who had spat on me, kicked me in the ribs for kicks, and chuckled. Then they were gone.

I lay there. Shocked. Stunned. Pathetic. Cold. Raped.

I had survived this, but the struggle to survive was only just beginning. I knew now that my life was ruined. Changed forever. I thought of my mother, my father, my sisters, my friends.. How would they react to this? Never before had I wanted my mother so badly. I thought of her holding me, wrapping me up in her arms and never letting me go.

I shivered. Slowly, I rolled over, wincing while doing so. I was pretty sure that my ribs were badly bruised, if not broken from the hard blow from that last guy who walked by. I felt around for my shirt, found it, not being able to locate my bra, and slid it gently over my head and on my sore body. Then I reached for my jeans to pull them up. I remember this pain. It was excruciating. Pulling up my pants took me nearly five whole minutes. I couldn't feel my legs. I wasn't sure if it was because I was so cold or if it was because I had just been fucked by four men in the time span of 15 minutes.

I lay back down, curled up into a ball, and wept.

You never think that these kind of things can happen to you. But the truth is, they do.

To be continued…

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