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Chapter Eighteen
*An Innocence Lost*
"Leave me alone, Spot," Jade said about fifteen minutes later when she heard footsteps approaching her.
She kept her head down so he would not be able to see her tears. She was terrified that he would think of her as weak if he saw her cry.
Jade looked up, though, when she heard the sound of drunken laughter coming from multiple people.
What she saw was three guys, each reeking of alcohol and barely being able to stand.
"Didja hear dat fellas?" The tallest one asked his friends in a slurred voice, "She tinks Ise is some guy named Spot."
The three men laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world.
'Oh shit,' Jade thought. She was in no mood to deal with three drunk guys.
"What do youse want?" Jade demanded, standing up and putting on her "I can beat the crap out of you so leave me the hell alone" face.
"Nuthin' much," the tall one answered, stepping forward.
Jade backed up and scrunched up her nose in disgust at the guy's breath.
"What's dat supposed ta mean?" Jade asked, stepping back again as the three men got closer.
'Wheah's Spot when ya actually need 'im foah once?' Jade thought.
"We'se is jist lookin' foah a good time," one of the other guy's said.
"Den haul yoah drunk asses ovah ta some brothel 'cause youse ain't gonna 'ave any fun with me," Jade said, backing up once again, starting to panic slightly.
"Why should we'se go to a brothel," the third man said, pulling out a switchblade, "When we'se can get some foah free?"
Jade turned to run and the tall guy grabbed her around the waist, throwing her to the ground on her back.
The man with the blade sat on her stomach and held the knife in front of her face.
"Youse make a sound goily," he paused for a moment trying to think of a good threat, "An yoah pretty little face will be pictahed in da obituaries tammarah."
The man seemed pleased with his choice of words and as he neared the knife closer to Jade's throat to taunt her she grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and held his hand back.
The guy was momentarily surprised and she threw him off of her and rolled over onto her stomach.
Just as she was about to stand up to run away the guy with the knife swiped at her, cutting a deep wound five inches across the small of her back.
Jade screamed in pain and flipped over to punch the guy but he tossed his knife to one of his friends and grabbed both of her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.
Ordering his friends to hold down her arms and legs, which they did, the man kissed Jade's neck and said, "Let's 'ave a little fun, eh?"
Jade struggled but then stopped, realizing that she just wasn't strong enough to escape the grasps of the two men holding her down, not to mention the third one on top.
She closed her eyes and made herself think of anything besides what was about to happen.
'What do Ise 'ave left ta fight foah, anyway?' Jade wondered cynically.
A few moments later the wind howled viciously, consuming the screams of an innocence lost in its torrent fury.
Chapter Eighteen
*An Innocence Lost*
"Leave me alone, Spot," Jade said about fifteen minutes later when she heard footsteps approaching her.
She kept her head down so he would not be able to see her tears. She was terrified that he would think of her as weak if he saw her cry.
Jade looked up, though, when she heard the sound of drunken laughter coming from multiple people.
What she saw was three guys, each reeking of alcohol and barely being able to stand.
"Didja hear dat fellas?" The tallest one asked his friends in a slurred voice, "She tinks Ise is some guy named Spot."
The three men laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world.
'Oh shit,' Jade thought. She was in no mood to deal with three drunk guys.
"What do youse want?" Jade demanded, standing up and putting on her "I can beat the crap out of you so leave me the hell alone" face.
"Nuthin' much," the tall one answered, stepping forward.
Jade backed up and scrunched up her nose in disgust at the guy's breath.
"What's dat supposed ta mean?" Jade asked, stepping back again as the three men got closer.
'Wheah's Spot when ya actually need 'im foah once?' Jade thought.
"We'se is jist lookin' foah a good time," one of the other guy's said.
"Den haul yoah drunk asses ovah ta some brothel 'cause youse ain't gonna 'ave any fun with me," Jade said, backing up once again, starting to panic slightly.
"Why should we'se go to a brothel," the third man said, pulling out a switchblade, "When we'se can get some foah free?"
Jade turned to run and the tall guy grabbed her around the waist, throwing her to the ground on her back.
The man with the blade sat on her stomach and held the knife in front of her face.
"Youse make a sound goily," he paused for a moment trying to think of a good threat, "An yoah pretty little face will be pictahed in da obituaries tammarah."
The man seemed pleased with his choice of words and as he neared the knife closer to Jade's throat to taunt her she grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and held his hand back.
The guy was momentarily surprised and she threw him off of her and rolled over onto her stomach.
Just as she was about to stand up to run away the guy with the knife swiped at her, cutting a deep wound five inches across the small of her back.
Jade screamed in pain and flipped over to punch the guy but he tossed his knife to one of his friends and grabbed both of her wrists, pinning her arms above her head.
Ordering his friends to hold down her arms and legs, which they did, the man kissed Jade's neck and said, "Let's 'ave a little fun, eh?"
Jade struggled but then stopped, realizing that she just wasn't strong enough to escape the grasps of the two men holding her down, not to mention the third one on top.
She closed her eyes and made herself think of anything besides what was about to happen.
'What do Ise 'ave left ta fight foah, anyway?' Jade wondered cynically.
A few moments later the wind howled viciously, consuming the screams of an innocence lost in its torrent fury.