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Spinning around, I lurched forward. Stamping through the slimy mud, I was heading for the prison maybe if I got close enough maybe a prisoner or a guard would hear me. I thought I was making progress, getting away from him. His steel arms, clamped down over me; picking me up and slamming me into the mud. My entire body, coated with a thick slush; I looked up at him in fear. Holding me into the mud, I sunk down a two inches. Locking me in, he straddled my stomach. Much like the old times, when we used to kiss; young, free and I wasn't in love with another man.

Belting out a scream, I was cut short by his muddy hand smacking down on my mouth.

"Shut up!" he hissed, I struggled against him.

"The louder you are the longer this is going to take" he said simply, using his free hand to begin to rip at my once pretty dress.

Wriggling my hand free, I dug my nails into his face. Raking them down, he roared out in pain.

"You stupid bitch" he hissed before slamming my hand against a nearby rock.

The sick snap that was my wrist, slash up my arm. Screaming out in pain, I started writhe around in pain. Tears streaming down my face as I continued to mumble out my screams of help; Tommy had managed to rip through the first silk layer of my dress. Exposing some of my chest, I could feel his excitement building up and pressing into my stomach.

My throbbing wrist and mental sanity wasn't the only thing at stake here. If Tommy knows that he wasn't my first, god knows what he'll do to me. He'd known me since I was sixteen, coming home from an all girl school. He knew I was pure, so he'll know it was with a prisoner...possibly Ray.

"Tommy please!" I pleaded against his muddy claw.

He looked down at me, slowly releasing my mouth. Staying close enough that if I screamed it wouldn't last long.

"This is your fault, stay still until I tell you too" he said, almost kindly which was even more terrifying than ever.

Belting out one more scream, his hand clamped back down. He ripped open the last of my dress, fully exposing the top halve of my body. Gripping my flesh, I continued to scream and cry. It was useless, I was alone with Tommy and it was clear. Tommy was going to rape me.

Closing my eyes, I squeezed them shut and waited for the defiling of my body.

I waited.

Waited.

Waited.

Waited.

The large grunt and the oomph noise broke the silence in the air. Tommy was off my body, opening me eyes. I gasped up; there he was; knocked out cold. A large gash running down his face, oozing with blood. Somebody hit him, looking up as the squelch of mud put me back into reality. Dropping down the bloody piece of driftwood, I looked up to my saviour. It was the last person I would have ever thought to come to my rescue. Darren, his eyes wide with fear and shock; he moved closer to me slowly. I backed up, wincing from my broken wrist.

"Quinn, it's okay; you're safe" he said soothingly.

I stared at him emotionless, he inched closer.

"Come on, I'll take you home" he said, reaching his arms forward.

He scooped me up like I was a baby, wrapping my arms around him. I hung on to him the best I could, ignoring the throbbing pain up my arm. Leaving the knocked out Tommy behind, he walked me up to my house. My father was asleep already, I looked up at him.

"C-can I clean up at yours, I don't want my father to see me" I whispered, he hesitated before nodding.

Sitting me down on his couch, I curled up into a ball. Ignoring my wrist and my exposed chest, tucking my face away into the couch pillows I began to cry, not just for me. But for Ray, Tommy and Darren; I didn't want to think about the fact that I was going to get Ray to hit me to blame it on him. He wouldn't have been there to save me; I wouldn't have been raped or worse killed.

I don't remember when I fell asleep but the next thing I knew; Darren was shaking me awake in the early morning. Looking up at him, I felt the familiar pang of hurt, knowing that last night wasn't a bad dream and neither was my selfishness.

Sitting down beside me, he looked me in the eye.

"Quinn, I need you to listen to me okay?" he said kindly, I nodded sleepily.

"My name isn't really Darren Green, it's Violet. I need you to understand what I'm saying...do you?" he said, I frowned slightly.

Violet...that name sounds familiar...

Violet!

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