Authors note: yes I have already posted this story but like I said before I took it off because of many complaints of grammar and spelling, and when I re-read my work I saw this and decide to improve.
Thank you for your concern and please carry on reading.
Late night drives, and dances.
As she stepped out into the harsh wind, she quickly found it was like most nights that week, the wind wiped around her petit body, while her feet carefully tread the wet ground.
She walked quickly though; she new soon the bars would be clearing out, and more drunks would litter the streets. Not that she wasn't use to this it had been this way all her life, she lived in the well…. the 'ruff,' part of town. An all her life she had known the streets to be littered with drunks and others unfit of a home, and to night was to be no exception.
She another corner and found her self in 'Maple Clarence.' This to Piper was the worse part of walking home especially at night, and she had found herself more than once trying to avoid it although she knew it was impossible to.
Her pace quickened, as she passed its inhabitants. Each where drunk, homeless, men who still wore the suit their wives had kicked the out in.
She started to count her blessings as she passed the last two, but she had been too hasty in doing so.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm, she couldn't move she froze, except for her head, which slowly turned and meet his unwashed, unshaven one. She could smell the brandy from a meter away, and then when he spoke it just became stronger. "Evening pretty…. Wanna dance?" then him and his friends started to laugh, she tried to break away in their moment of weakness. But as she tried to pull away his grasp tightened, and the laughter stopped. "Now, now my dear where are your manners… and where's my goodnight kiss?" suddenly his friends started laughing again, but it quickly stopped once he forced his lips on her's, not even they had expected that.
She tried to fight her way free, but now he had grabbed her free arm as well.
Leo pulled into the next road 'Maple Clarence.' He didn't particularly like this road; 'full of dirty old men' he thought to himself.
When suddenly something caught his eye, over at the end of the road, there was a struggle. He didn't really know what about and to be honest he didn't care. It was only when he noticed it was a girl, who seemed to be fighting unable to get free. When his concern rose, he pulled over near to the two.
As he stepped towards them he realised he knew the girl, well not in person no, but by sight yes. Nearly every night he drove down that road and he saw her, always the same, no matter what weather she was there.
He had sometimes wondered what she was doing walking the streets at this unusual time of night. Not that he could talk, if his parents where still with him he was sure they would have had something to say about his nocturnal activities, but they weren't, so they didn't.