After the little edisode at the bookstore, Sarah closed up earily, no longer careing that she might get into trouble with Mr. Johnson. She just wanted to go home, to her little apartment where her baby waited.
Pulling the door closed behind her, Sarah turned toward home, walking a slightly fast pace, mainly because all the lights in the other shops had long since gone out and only the dim, yellowish lights of the near by street laps lit the cold sidewalks.
Her tennis shoes made not a sound as she walked quickly toward her apartment complex. Without even knowing it, Sarah was humming a slow-sad walz. She didn't know when, or where, she'd heard it, but she loved the tune all the same.
Unbeknowest to Sarah, the same snowy, white owl who had watched her through the store window and had seen her mad dash to take her pills, was flying behind her and keeping a steady flight with her fast pace walk. A puzzled look came over his feathery face at the sound of the song being hummed by the girl below.
Sarah, not paying attention to anything other then placing one foot in front of the other, didn't notice the owl, or the small gang of men at the end of one alley, smoking and drinking amoungest themselves.
When Sarah walked by, each man took notice of the situation; a woman, alone, at night, with not a soul around. Throwing down their ciggarettes, the men silenty communicated with looks and nods, before fanning out and backing into the shadows.
Although Sarah didn't notice and was going on her way as usual, her feathered champion did and pulled up sharply, so as not to be seen by the woman or men.
Suddenly, a large, leather-clad man stepped into Sarah's path, blocking her from continuing on her way. His face was like that of a pit bull. His head had been shaved blad, leaving his skin to shine with grease and sweat.A strong smell of stale ciggarettes and cheap beer almost sent Sarah staggering backwards.
"Hey, little lady, what are you doing out here all alone?" he said, his voice adding a chill to the already cold night air.
Taking a step back to avoid the smell of his rack breath, she heard male laughter behind her, then realized that this man was not alone and that his friends had effectivly pinned her in.
While images of gang rape race through her mind, Sarah vainly looked around the cirle they had formed and found an open gap. She tried to make a run for it, but had only gotten two steps away when a heavy, well muscled arm wrapped around her middle and she was roughly jerked back againist the filled out chest of one of the men.
"Well," said the pit bull, who was undoubtably the leader of this street gang. "where do you think you're going? The parties only just got started." There was more laughter as he reached out with his dirty, calloused hand and took hold of Sarah's soft chin. He raised her head up so that she would have to look him in the eye.
His unwashed arm snaked across her back as he took her from his friend. This brought her flush againist him and his odor alone almost made Sarah pass out. He laughted at the fear clear shining in her eyes, before lowering his head and forcing a kiss (if you could call it that, which Sarah didn't) on to her. He was rough and hurtfull, not only phsyically, but mentally as well.
Using a self-defence method she'd read about once, Sarah let her body go limp. Taking this as consent, the man lessened his grip on her.
The second Sarah felt his arms relax, she bit down hard on his bottom lip, grindding her teeth till she tasted blood. When he let go of her and reached up to touch his welting lip, Sarah brought her knee up into his groin, then slammed her foot down onto his instep.
Howling with pain and outrage, the man shoved her away and cupped his stinging manhood. Sarah turned and ran. She only ran faster when she heard the shouts and heavy (if unsteady) foot falls behind her.
Again, a hand fell roughly on her shoulder and jerk her around. Tears came to Sarah's soft brown eyes; she'd failed and now their be even harsher then thay would have been before. The man holding her now was twice as big as the pit bull, and when he raised his hand (as if to slap her soundly across the face), Sarah braced herself for pain like none she'd ever felt before.
There was a flash of white, and the man let Sarah go on a scream of pain as the snowy owl scratched at the skin below his eye. He covered his face with his arms, which were in turn, bloodied by the sharp talons flashing dangerously close.
Sarah ran and ran, not stopping till she was safely inside her apartment with the door looked and chained.
*Sorry I took so long on this chapter, but for some reason, the second chapter is always the hardest for me. As Always, *Silver Lighting
Pulling the door closed behind her, Sarah turned toward home, walking a slightly fast pace, mainly because all the lights in the other shops had long since gone out and only the dim, yellowish lights of the near by street laps lit the cold sidewalks.
Her tennis shoes made not a sound as she walked quickly toward her apartment complex. Without even knowing it, Sarah was humming a slow-sad walz. She didn't know when, or where, she'd heard it, but she loved the tune all the same.
Unbeknowest to Sarah, the same snowy, white owl who had watched her through the store window and had seen her mad dash to take her pills, was flying behind her and keeping a steady flight with her fast pace walk. A puzzled look came over his feathery face at the sound of the song being hummed by the girl below.
Sarah, not paying attention to anything other then placing one foot in front of the other, didn't notice the owl, or the small gang of men at the end of one alley, smoking and drinking amoungest themselves.
When Sarah walked by, each man took notice of the situation; a woman, alone, at night, with not a soul around. Throwing down their ciggarettes, the men silenty communicated with looks and nods, before fanning out and backing into the shadows.
Although Sarah didn't notice and was going on her way as usual, her feathered champion did and pulled up sharply, so as not to be seen by the woman or men.
Suddenly, a large, leather-clad man stepped into Sarah's path, blocking her from continuing on her way. His face was like that of a pit bull. His head had been shaved blad, leaving his skin to shine with grease and sweat.A strong smell of stale ciggarettes and cheap beer almost sent Sarah staggering backwards.
"Hey, little lady, what are you doing out here all alone?" he said, his voice adding a chill to the already cold night air.
Taking a step back to avoid the smell of his rack breath, she heard male laughter behind her, then realized that this man was not alone and that his friends had effectivly pinned her in.
While images of gang rape race through her mind, Sarah vainly looked around the cirle they had formed and found an open gap. She tried to make a run for it, but had only gotten two steps away when a heavy, well muscled arm wrapped around her middle and she was roughly jerked back againist the filled out chest of one of the men.
"Well," said the pit bull, who was undoubtably the leader of this street gang. "where do you think you're going? The parties only just got started." There was more laughter as he reached out with his dirty, calloused hand and took hold of Sarah's soft chin. He raised her head up so that she would have to look him in the eye.
His unwashed arm snaked across her back as he took her from his friend. This brought her flush againist him and his odor alone almost made Sarah pass out. He laughted at the fear clear shining in her eyes, before lowering his head and forcing a kiss (if you could call it that, which Sarah didn't) on to her. He was rough and hurtfull, not only phsyically, but mentally as well.
Using a self-defence method she'd read about once, Sarah let her body go limp. Taking this as consent, the man lessened his grip on her.
The second Sarah felt his arms relax, she bit down hard on his bottom lip, grindding her teeth till she tasted blood. When he let go of her and reached up to touch his welting lip, Sarah brought her knee up into his groin, then slammed her foot down onto his instep.
Howling with pain and outrage, the man shoved her away and cupped his stinging manhood. Sarah turned and ran. She only ran faster when she heard the shouts and heavy (if unsteady) foot falls behind her.
Again, a hand fell roughly on her shoulder and jerk her around. Tears came to Sarah's soft brown eyes; she'd failed and now their be even harsher then thay would have been before. The man holding her now was twice as big as the pit bull, and when he raised his hand (as if to slap her soundly across the face), Sarah braced herself for pain like none she'd ever felt before.
There was a flash of white, and the man let Sarah go on a scream of pain as the snowy owl scratched at the skin below his eye. He covered his face with his arms, which were in turn, bloodied by the sharp talons flashing dangerously close.
Sarah ran and ran, not stopping till she was safely inside her apartment with the door looked and chained.
*Sorry I took so long on this chapter, but for some reason, the second chapter is always the hardest for me. As Always, *Silver Lighting