Chapter 12

Author's note: Hello everyone who reads this story! A little warning, this chapter contains sexual harassment, but it's not really detailed…O.O

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I walked faster with every second passed. I didn't know how fast I needed to go home.

Mother

No matter how coldhearted she was towards me, no matter how much I hated her voice, she was always there for me. And she always mend well.
She was my walking schedule, she was my personal manager, she was a strong housewife who wasn't simple-minded. She had a loving husband who cheered her up and adored her for who she was. Even though my father drank sometimes a little bit too much then too much and my mother was sometimes a little bit quick tempered, I couldn't name a more perfect bond then between my parents.

Mother

I make a turn to a narrow street, knowing all the shortcuts to home. Something was telling me though that it wasn't as save as usual.

A sharp turn to the right, a new narrow street in my sight. When I reached it I slowed down until I was walking with my right hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. Behind me I heard someone slowing his pace, matching with mine. Curious I walked further and at the T-junction I turned left instead of turning right. More than one pair of shoes walked in the exact same pace as mine, taking the same direction as I did. I walked a little bit faster, so did my stalkers. One of them made a whistle.

'Why are you running love? We want to talk with you a bit. Maybe we can hang out too!'

'Come on! It will be fun!'

Could I, can I outrun them? I have no idea who they are, but I rather take my chances before they reach me.

'Hey! Get back here!'

'Take her boys.' I heard them coming. Their loud and quick footsteps along with their shouting came dangerously closer. My whole body shook from the rush I felt through my veins as well as the fact that I was terrified that they will catch me. I've been in these situations before, but most of the time they gave up. I make random turns, walked into narrow streets which were full of obstacles and people and yet they haven't given up. My breathing became irregular and had the idea that I couldn't get any oxygen. After passing a few more streets, I hid myself behind a few boxes and barrels. I tried to quiet myself, but I was out of breath and really frightened. I put my hands to my mouth and pleaded that they would just go away.

'Where did that bitch go?'

That voice was awfully close! I was hyperventilating now.

'Keep searching. She stopped running so she shouldn't be far.'

The footsteps came closer. And closer.

Sounds of someone who was moving some stuff. A hand grasped my left arm roughly and it hurt so much. I let out a stifled groan.

'Well, well, well. Found ya you whore.'

'Brilliant Arthur. We can finally start the well-earned party after the hard work, wouldn't you agree love?'

My mind black out. It was as if the volume of sound was fading. Muffled. Suddenly I couldn't care anymore. I was a mouse in their game, I was caught. It won't matter what I did, I knew perfectly well what would come. A weak woman like me with a pair of man who smelled horribly and were dressed in mostly black with round hats was going to face her fate.

'S-s-s-crew you' I whispered with teeth clenched to each other. The man who held me was oblivious for my pain. He was enjoying this too much to notice.

' I can't hear ye love.'

I gathered my courage an looked the man who wasn't holding me. He had a blond mustache and half long blond hair underneath his round black hat. His clouded blue eyes reflected his lust and madness. And so I stood up for myself for the very first time. Behind him came three more man, dressed the same way as the man in front of me.

'S-such a disgrace. N-n-not only are you a p-p-pair of…bastards, but you're a-a-also that much dep-p-pended that you need four more man to catch someone…small and fragile like me. So the stories are true I presume. M-men like you are incapable of surviving on their own a-a-as long as they don't have someone to order them around. And you know why? Why should you? If you want to know, I would gladly c-c-confirm you and y-y-y-your partners are those men who need a brain to determine what you should do with your lives. Without one, you are just puppets, waitin-' The man had enough and slapped me in my face. The man who held me twisted my injured shoulder and punched it too. I screamed and screamed as my sight became blurry.

'YOU SON OF A BITCH! MINGER WHORE! We shall teach you a life lesson you'll never forget!'

They pushed me to the ground, one pressing against both my shoulders while the other made his way to the bottom of my dress. I resisted with kicking, punching and screaming both from pain and fear but it all didn't matter. They were way stronger than me. Their hands went all over me. A cold metal knife was held to my throat. A whisper full of venom spoke directly into my ear, his reeking breath reaching my nose.

'Behave like a lady and don't you dare move or make a sound, got that?' My hands were held above my hand and the only thing I did was squeezing my eyes tightly shut, waiting for them to finish. I tried to shut out all the signals my body picked up. I shut myself from their moaning and quickening breaths, I shut out the ripping sound of my dress, I shut out the cold air that tickled inch by inch my body. I tried to ignore their filthy, moistly rough hands that went up and down and rubbed my privite parts, trying to forget what they touched.

And then it stopped.

Their hands let go of my body. Instinctively I made myself as small as possible and didn't dare to see what was happening. Then a different hand touched my cheek very gently. I flinched and the hand retreaded, with regret because my injured shoulder hit the ground unpleasantly. I realised I was trembling all over.

'It's okay Alice. I won't hurt you.'

I knew that voice. Carefully I opened my eyes and I didn't expected to see a hooded man casting a shadow over me. My first instinct wasn't running though. It was as if all the fear I had was flooding out of me. Just like that. The hooded man saw me relaxing a bit, so he placed his hand back on my cheek and stroked it lightly. I melted with that simple gesture because I had a presumption I knew this man, even though I couldn't see his face. But how…?

'How do you know my name, mister…?' my voice was just a whisper, but he heard it none the less.

He chuckled softly and retreated his hand once more. I missed it already. 'Forgive my rudeness. I asked that day at some people who you were.' I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to hesitate. That day? What did he mean by that? Could he possibly mean..?

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Bye for now!

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