(AN: sorry about how long it took me for this…the site was giving me some
trouble, and laziness finally took its toll on me. Please review though
and tell me what you think, or if you have any suggestions. Thanx a
bunch!)
The sun was warm, and it's heated rays were welcomed on Sarah's upturned face. There had not been a day this beautiful in weeks, and she was determined to enjoy every bit of it. With thoughts of Jack with spiraling around inside, and this gorgeous day around her, Sarah could not help but smile and dance a bit as she walked down the street.
The girl was lost in her thoughts, however, and did not hear the hurried footsteps behind her.
"Heya, girlie!"
Sarah paid no heed, she really did not even hear that there was someone else around.
"That bitch betta not be ignorin us," whispered someone rather loudly.
That part Sarah heard, and whirled around to find herself facing two rather dirty looking men. Both were wearing filthy trousers, hole filled vests, and moth eaten shirts. Sarah could see that one man had teeth missing as he grinned menacingly at her.
"Well now, the little girlie ain't as deaf as we t'aut."
Sarah knew right away that these were not going to be friendly men, she she quickly turned around and started to off at a rapid pace.
"Aww, c'mon girlie girl, don' be like dat!"
The hurried footsteps started again, and this time Sarah was not as oblivious as before. She quickened her step, almost to a trot, and did her best to stay ahead of the two men. Her efforts were to no avail, however. Sarah felt a pressure on her arm and was pulled off the street.
She found herself being shoved into a dark part of an alley, and was flung into the brick wall of a nearby building. The pain of the impact rushed throughout her body, but she kept her wits and remained painfully aware of every move the men were making. They were slowly closing around her so as not to make any sound.
"A pretty little girlie like you don't need to go an' be rude to nobodys now. Dey mays be takin some offense to it."
"You keep away from me and let me pass." Sarah warned.
"Oua what? Da little girlie gonna beat us up?" The men laughed sinisterly and continued to move in on her.
Sarah drew back against the wall. Seeing that they were not going to leave her alone, she did the only thing she could do. She pulled back her arm and let her fist fly into the nose of one of the men. His head jerked back in surprise, and he shook his head to clear his mind.
"You stupid little bitch!" The man snarled as he came at her again. This time his friend was coming faster too. Sarah let loose a flock of punches, but they did no good. She tried to inch away to the side, but she was blocked by a cluster of garbage cans and tinder scraps. The men, angered by her resistance, came up on her, pinching and pulling at her dress. Sarah knew she could not let this go on, if she valued her life at all, she must do something. One man was all up on the front of her now, so she brought up her knee sharply and shoved him away as best she could.
The man toppled over in pain, and she tried to make her escape. Out of the blue a sharp pain met the corner of her eye, and she was thrust into the group of garbage and tinder. Her head ached and pulsed profusely, and the man jeered at her.
"Dat's what ya get ya stupid little bitch. Dat'll teach yas ta try n' fight back."
Sarah fumbled around as the man drew closer to her, she could already feel his dirty breath on her face. Finally her hands found something, and her hands shook with the crash of the tinder wood collided with his face. The man stumbled back a bit, then fell back. She could hear the two men gasping for air as she made her way into the empty street.
"How could I be so stupid," she thought downwardly to herself, "going into an empty street, alone, expecting to be completely safe. Aren't I the fool now!"
The girl turned streets, she knew she had to find someone who cared. She needed to find someone….The throbbing in her face grew more painful by the second, and she could hardly see out of her right eye. There was a tingle by her mouth. She touched a finger to it, then touched it to her tongue. Blood. The man who hit her must have gotten her square where the nose and the eye could both be struck.
After what seemed like an eternity of running streets, Sarah stopped. She leaned her hack against a building and slumped to the ground. With her good eye she could see the neighborhood around her, and it was familiar to her. But she did not care where she was. All she wanted was to sit let the pain go away. She put her forehead to her knees and sobbed.
The sun was warm, and it's heated rays were welcomed on Sarah's upturned face. There had not been a day this beautiful in weeks, and she was determined to enjoy every bit of it. With thoughts of Jack with spiraling around inside, and this gorgeous day around her, Sarah could not help but smile and dance a bit as she walked down the street.
The girl was lost in her thoughts, however, and did not hear the hurried footsteps behind her.
"Heya, girlie!"
Sarah paid no heed, she really did not even hear that there was someone else around.
"That bitch betta not be ignorin us," whispered someone rather loudly.
That part Sarah heard, and whirled around to find herself facing two rather dirty looking men. Both were wearing filthy trousers, hole filled vests, and moth eaten shirts. Sarah could see that one man had teeth missing as he grinned menacingly at her.
"Well now, the little girlie ain't as deaf as we t'aut."
Sarah knew right away that these were not going to be friendly men, she she quickly turned around and started to off at a rapid pace.
"Aww, c'mon girlie girl, don' be like dat!"
The hurried footsteps started again, and this time Sarah was not as oblivious as before. She quickened her step, almost to a trot, and did her best to stay ahead of the two men. Her efforts were to no avail, however. Sarah felt a pressure on her arm and was pulled off the street.
She found herself being shoved into a dark part of an alley, and was flung into the brick wall of a nearby building. The pain of the impact rushed throughout her body, but she kept her wits and remained painfully aware of every move the men were making. They were slowly closing around her so as not to make any sound.
"A pretty little girlie like you don't need to go an' be rude to nobodys now. Dey mays be takin some offense to it."
"You keep away from me and let me pass." Sarah warned.
"Oua what? Da little girlie gonna beat us up?" The men laughed sinisterly and continued to move in on her.
Sarah drew back against the wall. Seeing that they were not going to leave her alone, she did the only thing she could do. She pulled back her arm and let her fist fly into the nose of one of the men. His head jerked back in surprise, and he shook his head to clear his mind.
"You stupid little bitch!" The man snarled as he came at her again. This time his friend was coming faster too. Sarah let loose a flock of punches, but they did no good. She tried to inch away to the side, but she was blocked by a cluster of garbage cans and tinder scraps. The men, angered by her resistance, came up on her, pinching and pulling at her dress. Sarah knew she could not let this go on, if she valued her life at all, she must do something. One man was all up on the front of her now, so she brought up her knee sharply and shoved him away as best she could.
The man toppled over in pain, and she tried to make her escape. Out of the blue a sharp pain met the corner of her eye, and she was thrust into the group of garbage and tinder. Her head ached and pulsed profusely, and the man jeered at her.
"Dat's what ya get ya stupid little bitch. Dat'll teach yas ta try n' fight back."
Sarah fumbled around as the man drew closer to her, she could already feel his dirty breath on her face. Finally her hands found something, and her hands shook with the crash of the tinder wood collided with his face. The man stumbled back a bit, then fell back. She could hear the two men gasping for air as she made her way into the empty street.
"How could I be so stupid," she thought downwardly to herself, "going into an empty street, alone, expecting to be completely safe. Aren't I the fool now!"
The girl turned streets, she knew she had to find someone who cared. She needed to find someone….The throbbing in her face grew more painful by the second, and she could hardly see out of her right eye. There was a tingle by her mouth. She touched a finger to it, then touched it to her tongue. Blood. The man who hit her must have gotten her square where the nose and the eye could both be struck.
After what seemed like an eternity of running streets, Sarah stopped. She leaned her hack against a building and slumped to the ground. With her good eye she could see the neighborhood around her, and it was familiar to her. But she did not care where she was. All she wanted was to sit let the pain go away. She put her forehead to her knees and sobbed.