Thank you anyone who read and reviewed the first chapter or any of my other fics. I really hope you like this one. But, there is a warning for this containing mild (ish) sexual and physical violence so if you don't want to read that then obviously stop now. Please leave a review and let me know whether you like it so I know whether to continue or not? There is a flashback which is in bold so you can hopefully realise.

I can't breathe. I'm trying but I can't.

I'm scared, terrified, petrified.

Through my fear, I hear the one nearest me aggressively demand for money.

"Money"

I see them desperately looking around as if they're searching.

There is no money.

I don't know what to do.

"Look around, there's no punters, no money," I desperately try to reason with him, praying they'll give up and leave.

As the one carrying the cricket back turns his head to look back, directly into my eyes, I feel the last hope that I held for them leaving me alone slip away.

Slip away so all that was left was fear.

"SMASH!"

Just like the glass earlier. The glass table shatters into hundreds of pieces as he violently drives the cricket back into it.

Again, he looks back. He has this look in his eye. A look I recognise all to well. A look that gives me a sick feeling in my stomach. And, I'm back there.

"I want you to go, now!"

I use all my energy in forcing myself to walking towards the door of my flat. Into opening the door. Into making him leave.

But, I don't get the chance.

As I reach the wooden door of the flat I once shared with my husband, I reach out to the metal clasp, attempting to turn it in order to get him to leave.

Suddenly, I feel him, his hand covering mine, crushing it painfully.

Before I know it, I'm facing him as he shoves me harshly against the door.

Looking into his eyes, I see a look. A look of hatred and disgust.

But, before I even have any time to come to terms with what is happening, I'm brutally thrown to the floor and he is on top of me.

I'm begging him, pleading with him.

My brain can't register what's happening.

He's forcing his lips against mine and I can't stop him. He's forcing the buttons of my blouse to fly across the room as they're ripped off. He's forcing my legs part and his hands up my skirt.

He won't stop.

He doesn't stop.

Grabbing my wrist, he roughly throws me to the floor.

Once again, fear radiates throughout my body as his hand firmly clamps over my mouth whilst yelling in my face.

"WHERE IS THE MONEY? HE SAID THERE WOULD BE SOME!"

As I look up, I see the other two men rush out of the bistro.

But the third doesn't go.

I don't even have time to think.

I try to struggle. Too weak.

I try to fight. Too weak.

I can't let this happen. Not again.

Struggle. Struggle. Struggling.

Fight. Don't let him.

Stop. Make him stop.

Fear floods through me once again as I feel his hand run up my thigh, pulling viciously at my tights.

No. No. No.

As he attempts to manoeuvre himself even more on top of me whilst holding me down, I try to scream.

The bat makes a crash as it falls to the floor as his hand once again clamps over my mouth and he picks up where he left off.

No. No. Stop. No.

Not again.

Get off.

Fight.

Stop.

No.

Please.

"ARGHHH"

His scream echoes throughout the room as my hand forces the bat to come into contact with his head.

As his lifeless body, falls to the floor beside me and I attempt to scramble away, I feel the sudden urge to vomit as I notice what is not only covering the floor but my hands too.

Blood.

Thank you everyone for reading. Hopefully you liked it. Please leave a review to let me know your thoughts and whether you'd like me to write another chapter (or more).

For some reason with some of my other fics it had decided to underline certain words so if it does it for this then sorry just ignore them.