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Drake was astounded at what just happened. The man hadn't killed him. He had left after he got what he wanted.

Drake worriedly found his clothes in the dark of the night and put them on, terrified that the Predator would know if he didn't obey his commands. Once his clothes were on, the exhaustion and trauma of the night caught up to him and he passed out on the unyielding ground.

Drake awoke with a shout just as the sun started to creep over the horizon. The horrors of the past night had found their way into Drake's sleeping head.

It was all a dream, he thought, It didn't happen. I did not suck off a guy and then lose my virginity to him. I didn't. His reassuring thoughts were broken when his body screamed in pain. It wasn't a dream. It happened.

At that relization Drake turned over and stuck his fingers down his throat, trying to purge himself of the man. He threw up but he still felt like a diry slut. A pretty boy.

His shout had awoken a man that lived in one of the prison walls, which were in reality red brick apartments. How the residents of the shabby apartments had missed his screams of terror last night, he did not know, nor would he ever.

As soon as the man stepped into view, an unshakable fear overtook Drake. It's the Predator; he's going to get me. Going to get me. As the man walked closer to him, Drake backed farther into the wall. The man, living here almost all his life, immediately knew what had happened to the boy. He had seen it one to many times. He knew as soon as the young boy started backing up with fearful, dead looking eyes what had happened. The boy had suffered the ultimate violation. Rape.

The neighborly man stopped walking with that realization, knowing the closer he got to Drake, the harder it would be to talk to him and the more terrified the boy would become. The man turned around and headed back into the apartment, knowing he had to find a female to talk to the boy.

"Caitlyn!" he yelled, banging on apparent 2B. "Caitlyn there's another one in the alley!"

A women who looked to be in her mid twenties, but really and truly was only around twenty but had seen much more than she should've for her age, opened the door at those words.

"Boy or girl?" She inquired while walking down the apartment stairs with the man, still in her pink pajamas, as it was only 5:30 in the morning.

"Boy. He's pretty scared and messed up. Young too. Maybe 16 or 17."

At those words, Caitlyn walked faster. Every few months something dreadful would happen in the alley, and they were always the people to find it, since most of the people in their apartment complex were alcoholics or druggies. When they reached the side door of the apartment building, Caitlyn turned around to face the man.

"Go call the police, and don't come outside."

The man nodded and walked back up the stairs to his apartment, while Caitlyn headed out the door.

She wasn't prepared for the face she met when she walked out the door. The face that met her was the most broken face she had ever seen. His right cheek was a bluish purple color, as was one eye. But it was his eyes that got to her. They were so scared. So mistrusting. So betrayed.

She slowed her steps and walked toward him slowly, saying quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help."

He gave her one of the smallest nods she had ever witnessed, but it gave her permission to come closer all the same. She lightly touched his head but he flinched back from the sudden contact. That was expected though, after what he went through.

"What's your name?" She asked softly, to not scare him.

"Drake," he mumbled quietly, so quietly she almost didn't catch it.

"Okay well ,Drake, I'm going to get you help and make sure you're okay."

"I don't want help, I'll never be okay," he said, louder than he had said his name, but not by much.

"Yes you will honey, you will." I hope, Caitlyn silently added to herself.

She could now hear the piercing sirens in the distance, coming to help the boy. She just hoped to God Scott (the man neighbor) had requested a female police officer because if not, they were in deep trouble because male police officers always tended to be less than understanding in male rape cases.

"So, how old are you?" she asked, trying to keep his attention.

"Seventeen," he whispered.

"What's your last name?"

"Parker," again, a quiet whisper was all she got.

CAITLYN'S POV:

The sirens were almost deafening now and Drake was obviously fearful, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to take up the least space possible. Probably trying to disappear, she thought.

When the policeman stepped out of the car I tried to walk and tell him to get a female police officer, but stopped when I heard Drake murmur a sad, "Please don't leave me."

I was caught. I couldn't decide whether to talk to the policeman or stay with the boy. I settled on staying with Drake, because right now, I was the only one he trusted and I couldn't afford to lose that trust.

As soon as Drake caught sight of the man walking in his direction, I could visibly see him start to shake. He tried to back up farther, only to be met by the cold brick of the wall. I crouched down next to him, to attempt to calm him, when he launched into my arms.

I was surprised but kept my cool and hugged him. I could sense that the police officer was now standing right behind me so I whispered into Drake's ear, "Honey, Drake, I have to talk to this policeman. He's going to help you. He won't hurt you. No one here is going to hurt you, I promise."

I felt Drake shake his head into my shoulder.

"Drake, you have to let go."

Having no other choice, I pried his hands off of me. As soon as I started to pry his finger, he went back to the way he was before, right up against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest, shaking, and fearful eyes on the police officer.

I walked away from the teen, hoping to lure the policeman away from him. My plan worked and soon the policeman was next to me with a small notepad and pen out.

"Name?" He asked in a gruff voice. This defiantly wasn't good for Drake.

"Me or him?"

"You."

"Caitlyn Murphy," I said and as he opened up his mouth to ask another question I said, "and I live at 23 Sycamore Street, apartment 2B."

He closed his mouth and gave me an annoyed look before asking the next question.

"And what's his name?" he asked, nodding towards the boy sitting next to the wall, his arms around his knees.

"Drake Parker."

"How old is he?"

"Seventeen."

"How did you find him?" he asked, looking like he just wanted to go home.

"Well, my neighbor found him and got me because we are fairly sure he was," I lowered my voice to a whisper to not upset Drake, "raped, so he came to get me because rape victims are often scared of males."

The policeman grunted and muttered "fag," under his breathe.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, "In no way did this young boy ask for this to happen, so you leave him alone."

"Get inside lady, I don't need you around here starting trouble," he demanded. I heard Drake whimper a few feet away.

"I can't leave, because you can't touch him," I bargined.

"Sure i can," the fat man said, starting to walk towards the figure cowering next to the wall.

"No!" I yelled, grabbing his arm, "He'll have a panic attack and be completely unreasonable. No."

THIRD POV:

The policeman sighed, not in the mood to argue with the crazed lady. He had had an entire night to deal with other peoples problems and just wanted to go home and deal with his problem of lack of sleep.

"Just get him in the car and we'll bring him to Children's," he said to Caitlyn's relief.

She tenderly walked towards Drake, who was still distraught over the policeman.

"Drake?" She questioned, "Drake, honey, we've got to go with the policeman in his car to get you help."

He shook his head slowly, muttering, "No man. No man. No man," under his breath.

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