Am I in Love or is this a joke?

"I thought you cared about me. But you didn't. If you did, then you would never do this to me." I cried. Myrah...please.." "Don't Myrah me!" I left him. I thought I was his only one. But I was wrong. Wrong again...why didn't I listen to Niall?


8. Almost would be rapists

I became scared. Louis was right. It is dangerous to be out alone very late at night. "Who are you guys?" I asked timidly. "People." The guy in a black hood says. "What do you guys want?" "Someone." He answered vaguely. The same guy grabbed me by the collar and pulls me close to him. "You look good." He says with full of kindness. "Thank you, I guess." I said. "You're so pretty." Another guy says, pulling on my collar. I couldn't say anything. I was too afraid. "Where ya headin' to?" "Going home." "You can't go little pretty girl. We're just going to have fun." He went closer to me. Yeah, fun. When they mean fun, they mean they're going to rape me. "I must leave. I have a curfew." I lied. The truth was, I had no curfew. My parents weren't really thinking this through. "Come on little pretty girl. Or you won't leave....alive." He pulled a pocketknife and sliced it through my clothing. "Come on. Just stay and you won't be harmed." "I must leave." I pleaded. They cut through my pants. One guy pushed me down and another sat on me. "What do you want with me?" "To have relations with you." "No!" I screamed. I pushed the guy who was sitting on me away and ran for my life. I couldn't be raped. Not now. Not ever in my whole, entire life, I'm living  I will not be raped by some random people. 

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