Maureen walked slowly down a street in the shadiest part of town, contemplating her evening. Her high heels clunked against the concrete while she walked and she was finding the consistent noise they made very irritating. A gust of wind blew through the street, causing her to shiver slightly and shove her hands deeper into her favorite jacket. Although the jacket was incredibly stylish and clearly screamed 'Maureen', it didn't provide much warmth, much to Maureen's displeasure.
"I can't believe Joanne" Maureen thought to herself, "First she has the fucking nerve to completely destroy what would've been a perfect evening, and then she just sits back and doesn't give a shit when I walk away! She's so fucking uncompassionate; sometimes I wonder why I'm with such a cold hearted robot of a woman."
Maureen's teeth began to chatter and she hugged her clothing to her in hopes of becoming warmer.
"I'll show her, I'll fucking prove to her that I'm perfectly fine on my own without her shitty attitude."
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Hours before, Maureen had arrived at the loft, only to surprise even herself by walking right on past it. Maureen knew how the guys would react and she frankly didn't feel like talking about Joanne with anyone. A walk to clear her head sounded much more appealing. She would've made it by the loft unnoticed if it weren't for a certain nemesis standing at the end of the street, watching her with an unfriendly sneer.
"Why if it isn't my favorite diva," Benny smirked.
"Shut the fuck up Benny, I'm not in the mood," Maureen snapped back, brushing right past the man she detested.
"Now wait a second Maureen, its late and that street you're about to walk down isn't one of the most forgiving when it comes to defenseless hundred pound skinny girls who travel alone. Where are you even going?"
"For a walk. Or a beer. Or both, I'm not sure yet Benny, but I am sure that it's not your fucking business."
Despite Maureen's venomous tone, Benny let out a hardy laugh and held up his hands in a faux defensive position.
"Alright there Mo, do whatever the fuck you want, I really don't give a shit anyways."
Maureen rolled her eyes and continued down the street, away from the bohos, away from Benny, and away from Joanne.
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It was pitch black outside and Maureen was beginning to regret her decision to go out for a walk. It was virtually deserted and she had absolutely no clue where she was. She had thought that she knew her way, but she was so wrapped up in thinking about her fight with Joanne that she lost track of which streets she had gone down. She reached down to her purse to call Mark for some help, but couldn't find her cell phone.
"God damn it," she thought, "It's got to be in here somewhere."
Afraid and a little desperate, Maureen kneeled down on the sidewalk and emptied the contents of her purse out, only to come to the unfortunate realization that her cell phone was really gone.
"Oh no, I must've left it at Joanne's place. Fuck."
Maureen gathered up her stuff and rose to her feet, only to be roughly turned around by an unknown hand.
"What the hell is goin-" Maureen managed to choke out before a fist collided with her surprised expression. Maureen fell to the ground and scrambled to get away from the source of her pain, but was yanked into an alley before she could even formulate what had happened.
"Hey baby," the man that grabbed her slurred. He was clearly drunk, but was fairly muscular. Enough so to keep a firm hand on Maureen's mouth and keep her from getting away at the same time. "How's about we have some good ol' fashioned fun?"
Maureen's eyes filled with terror as he flipped her face down in the dirt while he took off her favorite jacket and began to sloppily kiss her neck. She struggled to rid herself of the man, but he managed to hold her down firmly.
"You like it rough, huh bitch? I'll give you a good time, stop fucking struggling you whore, you know you like it" he said laughing maliciously as he began to grope her shaking body.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Maureen thought as her body trembled in fear, "Oh god, please no, please no, I don't want to be raped, please no! Fuck, no, oh god, I wish Joanne and I never fought, I wish I had never gone on this stupid walk, oh god, I wish he would stop."
She was defenseless, that was all there was to it. All of her spark, her inner fight, was instantly turned into fear. As she felt her clothing come off, she could feel an unforgiving chill sting her now naked back. A freezing cold hand began to run its length up and down her exposed back and she could feel goose bumps forming.
It was at this moment that she knew that he was really going to do it. This drunken brute was actually going to rape her. She, the strong and dynamic protestor who was not afraid of anything, was half naked in front of a drunken rapist in an alley downtown.
It was when she felt her jeans begin to come off that she really started to panic. She was going through so many emotions. Fear, pain, humiliation, regret, hopelessness, anger, shame. All she could do was lay back and sob as the man began to touch her in places that no person should've been able to go near without her consent.
Maureen was suddenly flipped over and her front side was exposed to her malevolent captor. The man grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it roughly, prompting a grunt of pain from Maureen.
Maureen squeezed her eyes shut tightly and wished that someone, anyone, could come and stop this man from humiliating her any further.
As if somebody had heard Maureen's wish, the man abruptly stopped and stared further into the alley, where Maureen could hear the sound of someone's feet against the dirt.
"You demon," the drunken man spat at the unknown presence, "I've been looking for you for a long while." His lustful expression turned into a wicked smile as he got up off of Maureen and shoved her carelessly into the stone wall, where she collided with the concrete head first and slumped to the ground.
Before Maureen faded out of consciousness, she glanced up to see the drunken bastard throw a punch at the mysterious figure, only to be dodged and countered with a much stronger force that sent him flying backwards out of the alley and into the street. Maureen's head throbbed and she closed her eyes, but heard footsteps come closer and closer to where she lay until she was almost certain that the figure was next to her.
And then her world went black.