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Like Petals From A Rose

Chapter Four

Not Again

Lying in bed that night, it all made sense, it was all so perfectly clear to me, that as I stared up at the cracked ceiling of my apartment I wondered why I had never seen it before.

The sudden realization and true perception of Yami's words seemed to have finally sunk into my brainwashed mind. And as weird as it sounded even to myself, I was grateful to him for opening my eyes. Most women would be angry and resentful of him slapping her, but I was glad that he had done it.

Maybe it was what I needed to finally open my eyes, and it seemed to ironic to me that the one person I had made a mistake with, had been the one to finally make me see what I was really doing. It seemed so strange that the one person I loathed the most had done this one kind for me without even knowing what he was really doing.

I had received kindness from the one person I thought would've hated me the most, simply for existing. And yet, maybe I been wrong about him, his image, his life. After all, wasn't it in him that I had seen that one glimpse of myself?

I didn't go onto the streets that night, and I vowed that I wouldn't anymore.

I would find some other way to live other then on the streets, working as a whore. No, that chapter I vowed would be closed, and never opened again.

Slowly, very slowly, I felt some of the bricks in my walls come loose from their mold. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I trusted him or liked him, but I respected him in the sense that I felt that I owed at least something.

Stepping out of bed I glanced at the time.

11:01

Hmm, I would have been on the streets by now. And I almost habitually ran towards my closet worried about how I would be late. I didn't, but I laughed at the thought.

I wanted to thank him at least, but I wondered if it would be too late to do so. It probably wasn't, after all, he was 19, same as me.

Reaching my final decision I threw on the only coat I owned, which was a black leather trench, and stepped into the chilly air. For once, it felt good to be on these streets where my hair wasn't piled under some wig, but instead flowing freely on the wind.

I wasn't quite sure where he lived, but I just headed for the rich part of town, and decided to go from there. It felt so odd, and I'll admit a bit frightening to be heading to his home, not to work for him, but to thank him.

I hadn't thanked anyone in years, and it seemed that my mouth might freeze if I tried to push those words past my lips. But I had to try, had to give him back something.

As I walked, my mind wondered back to the problem that first compelled my to the streets. How was I going to pay my rent? I didn't have a job and I was fairly sure that wouldn't be able to get a good paying one. With some luck I could minimum wage working at a café or some stupid thing.

The honk of a horn tore me from my thoughts and a car pulled up beside me. From the windows I could see that there were about four boys in it.

Great. Just what I fucking needed at the moment - former customers coming to pay a social call.

"Hey ho." One yelled from the drivers seat. "Get in, we want some fun!" At this he waved a five dollar bill offensively out the window. I growl rose in my throat and I glared heavily at the one with the bill.

"I'm not available." I said through clenched teeth. "Go find your fun somewhere else, little boys."

"But you were available before." He snarled. "Now get in the car bitch."

"Didn't you fucking retarded pieces of shit here me?" I seethed at the males. "Fuck off."

"Hey man, don't let that whore talk to you like that." One of his friends said in his ear. "Let's teach that little slut her place."

Oh shit.

The doors of the cars opened and they steeped out into the street, glaring heavily at me, and by the looks of it, quite drunk at that. They were tall, and easily out weighed me by at least a good hundred and twenty pounds, and they were muscular to boot.

Doing the only thing that seemed natural at the moment I took off running.

I didn't know what they would do to me if they caught me, and I didn't wan to think about it. Would they rape me? Beat me? If they did, it certainly wouldn't be the first time I had been raped or beat, but I wasn't about to lay down and let it happen again.

I could hear their shouts behind me, and I ran even faster, pushing my poorly treated body to it's absolute limits. I wasn't watching where I was going, the panic in my body driving me into carelessness. My foot caught on something that I would later learn was a rather piece of cement, what the hell it was doing on the street I would never know, but I let out a small shout as I felt myself going down.

My body hit the cement, my arm getting most the impact, and I groaned at the pain. I could hear their shouts more clearly now, and I felt tears prick the corners of the eyes as I realized that I had lost the chase. I struggled to get up, but they had surrounded me before I could.

"There's the little bitch." The one who had waved the bill at me snarled, but it came out slowly and with difficulty due to the alcohol in his system. "Should we have some fun with her?"

"Definitely." Another said. "Stupid bitch slut to blow us off." He leaned down and grabbed my arms roughly pulling me up.

"Where should we take her? We can't take her back to the car."

"No shit Sherlock." The other sneered.

"Just let me go!" I yelled, struggling against them. A hard slap across my face silenced me, and my eyes watered from the pain.

"Shut up bitch, this your fucking job." The first one growled. "Well take her here." And before I knew what was going on, I was being dragged into an secluded alleyway. "Ya, this'll do nicely."

"Stop!" I yelled, near to the point of sobbing, but I wouldn't make it more enjoyable for them, wouldn't let them see my weakness or fear. "Just leave me alone!" But they ignored my cries.

"Get her clothes off." The third one's hand came out, tearing my coat off before he went for my top. I tried to fight him off, but he full out punched me in the face to silence me. I felt the material of my top come loose, exposing my bra and the soft curves of my breasts to them.

"Just as nice as I remember them." He sneered, taking one and cupping it in his hands in an action that would have made my skin crawl if I hadn't been so terrified. They quickly rid me of the rest of my clothing, leaving me naked under the moonlight.

"Stop!" But they didn't listen to me, but at least they didn't hit me again. Instead, the fourth grabbed my arm, flipping it over so that he could see the scars that wove their pattern over my flesh.

"Someone's been a bad girl." He chided drunkenly. "There's more there then when I fucked you the last time." I tried to push his hand away, but the other three restrained me. "Maybe we should make a few more ne?"

My eyes widened as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to my thigh. I would have screamed if it hadn't been for the rough hand covering my mouth. Finally, I let the fear take me over, and small teardrops fell from my eyes.

"Come on man, do it!" The other encouraged, and I could hear the excitement in his voice. "I'll make one too." He laughed and grabbed my wrist, lightening a cigarette and taking a puff.

"Alright then." I screamed against his hand as the knife came down my thigh, leaving a gash that started bleeding instantly, the red fluid pooling to the ground.

Oh please God no.

Just let it be over! Just let it end!

I screamed these words over and over in my mind as the second burned my wrist with his cigarette, leaving a perfect burn circle on the inside of my wrist. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before, save for the emotional pain that I held inside.

And this was unlike any of the other times when I had been raped. No, this was much more brutal and painful and I screamed again and again against the hand of the one who held me.

The first one undid his pants and I closed my eyes against what was happening, hoping that I could blot it out somehow. But I couldn't blot out the feeling as he pushed into me, reckless and heedless of the pain that it caused.

One by one they raped me, switching roles so that I was always held at bay. And as it happened I screamed in my mind for someone to come and help and me. I didn't care who it was, hell, I would have been glad to see my mother at this point.

I don't know how long it lasted or many times they took me, all I knew is that I wanted it to either end, or for them to kill me and end it that way.

I didn't care as long as it stopped.

Finally at some point I remember the hands that held me letting me go, and them whispering something in my ear.

Their footsteps leaving were the last things I remember before I passed out.

A/N:

I bet you thought Yami was going to save her ne? Sorry, not this time. However, he does make an appearance in the next chapter. Anyways, please review if you want to find out what happens next. If I get the same reaction that I is before this update shall ne quick indeed. Neways, Ja for now!