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Chapter 5

I headed out of the café, into the now dark night. Street lamps shone brightly, lighting the way for me. It was about a 20 minute walk to get back to the dorms, but it never felt that long. It felt slightly weird walking by myself, normally Charlie, Portman and Julie would be with me, or at the very least Julie.

I wasn't really nervous, What was there to be nervous about? I had walked this way a million times before, I knew the route like the back of my hand. I did notice however that, I had put my cell phone in the chest pocket of my jacket, and I had left the button on the flap of my bag undone, and was mentally reminding myself that my pepper spray was in the front pocket.

I walked passed a group of young couples, obviously on their way to another club, 10.30 in New York was classed as still early. I smiled to myself as they passed giggling like school kids, reminding me of my own friends. After a while, the slight nervousness passed, and I grew more confident about being on my own.

I must have been about half way home, when I first heard the footsteps behind me. At first, I didn't think much of them, just thinking they were just someone heading my way coincidently. After 2 blocks, they were still behind, so as a last ditch effort, I went 2 blocks out of my way, before righting myself, back onto my original route. By now I was incredibly nervous, and I slowly went for my pepper spray. With a quick motion, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, my eyes however weren't focused on the screen, my fingers just pressed the down arrow, which led straight to my address book. I knew the first name was Adam's, and quickly pressed the call button.

I raised the phone to my ear, listening intently for his voice, hoping he would answer, and get Charlie or someone to come and meet me. I was so scared it was untrue. I could hear the ringing, cursing him to pick up. My hands were shaking, and my finger was poised over the nozzle of my pepper spray ready to use.

"Hello"? I heard.

"Adam". I struggled to find my voice.

"Connie, that you"?

"Yeah". I replied.

Suddenly the phone was knocked out of my hand, where it landed on the floor, and smashed through the force. The pepper spray was soon knocked out of my hand. I screamed and struggled as two arms wrapped around my waist and neck. I screamed and screamed, scared out of my wits. I was dragged into an ally, and pushed up against a wall, where something heavy hit me across the face. I continued screaming out of pure fear, then felt something strike me again.

"SHUT THE HELL UP"! A face came close to mine, shouting directly into my own face.

"I haven't got much, but take it". I mumbled, pushing my purse toward whoever it was.

"Maybe later". He hissed, grabbing my purse and tossing it into the middle of the ally.

I felt his hands start to roam down from my shoulders. Without thinking I kneed him in the groin, before trying to make a run for it. I almost reached the end of the ally, when I felt as though my hair was being ripped out. He'd grabbed hold of my hair and tugged me backwards. I screamed my lungs out, hoping and praying that someone could hear and come to rescue me.

"Feisty, I like that". He hissed, his breath reeking of booze.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME"! I screamed, tugging away from him, ignoring the pain he was causing by gripping my arm tightly.

I felt another punch across the same cheek, before being yet again shoved against a wall, the back of my head hitting the bricks behind me with force. My energy seemed to disappear with the realization that I couldn't get away from him. My stomach was in knots, knowing exactly what was coming. I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see anything. I continued to try and struggle free, but my strength was gone. Hockey practice and work had really taken it's toll. I blanked everything out, the pain as he tugged at my clothes, ripping them with force.

It was all over within minutes. I fell to floor like a ton of bricks. I could hear his footsteps running back down the ally, pausing briefly to pick my purse up. I laid there a few minutes, realization hitting me and I began to cry. I wanted to be sick, and I felt bile rising in my throat. After another few minutes, I picked myself up, fastening my trousers, well just the zip as he'd broken the button. I pulled my jacket back over my shoulders, as I stumbled toward the entrance of the ally.

When I got closer, I could hear voices. Fear struck me, I thought he might be coming back, possibly with friends. I ran the best I could further back into the ally, hiding myself behind some trash cans. After a few seconds the voices got clearer then faded again. By now I was frozen on the spot, too scared to even attempt at going back out. As strange as it sounds, at that moment, I felt the safest place for me was hidden down the side of these trash cans out of sight.

I don't know how long I was there, but I knew I couldn't bring myself to get up, and be brave to get myself home. My thoughts drifted to Julie and the guys, wondering if they'd actually notice whether I'd come to the party or not, even though I said I probably wouldn't. I wondered whether Julie would notice I wasn't home, when she got home after the party. But then she probably wouldn't even go back to the dorm and go to Portman's instead. But Charlie, he might think to come check on me, or maybe if he knew Julie was staying with Portman, Fulton would stay in his, Adam and Guy's dorm, and he'd come over to our dorm.

Who was I kidding? None of them would notice me missing until the following day, and even then they'd probably just think I was working the early shift at work. It would only be when Enrique rang my dorm to ask why I hadn't come to work, that the alarm would be raised. But then again, why would he call, I wasn't meant to be working the following day, he'd given it me off, since I hadn't been able to have tonight.

God, this was hopeless, I wouldn't be found, I'd have to get myself home. I psyched myself up, trying to prepare myself to head home, my mantra becoming 'I would be ok'. I got as far as to my feet, before I collapsed in fear, hiding once again. I tried a few more times, before I finally gave in, wrapping my arms around my knee's, rocking back and forth, trying to calm myself.

Right ok, I know this is short, but if I lengthened it, nothing would really make sense, and the flow would disappear. So, anyways hope you enjoyed. PLEASE R&R!