I'm making my way to my cousin Vicky's house, returning from Carly's sweet sixteen. She was so happy, that I showed up, even though I live in California these days. I of course told her that I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. Vicky's house isn't far from where the party was held, so I decided to walk home.
I was still in the heart of the small town, surrounded by tall concrete buildings, when I turned a corner, and spot a group of older guys standing just 15 meters away from me. Dang it. If I can make my way past them without being noticed, everything would be fine, but I am wearing a small party dress, so that is not likely. I can't just go back and find another path, cause this road leads up to the only bridge, that goes over the canal. I think about calling my Vicky, but it's 2 am, and she'd probably be pissed. I start to walk, trying to be silent, keeping my head down and keeping to the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road.
Unfortunately, the little road is pretty narrow, and I can't avoid just touching the back of a very tall guy's jacket. I tense up, as he turns around. I recognize this guy from school. Nigel, if I recall correctly. He is the school player, of course one of the most popular, but also the most feared guys. I was so glad, that he graduated, so I could enjoy my senior year being constantly afraid of becoming the next victim of bullying. Him and his gang would bully people, mostly insecure girls, and stop at nothing to make their lifes a living hell. While they were in high school, they made no less than twenty people transfer schools.
"Well hello there" he says loudly, pinning me to the spot with his gaze. He looks at the other guys, and I recognize them as well. They're his gang. He nods, and they start to leave. He turns back around to me, grabs my hand, and tries to pull me into a kiss, but being prepared, I put my hands against his firm chest, and push him away from me. Hard.
"What's the matter baby girl?" he says with a smirk, putting a hand on my back, trying to pull me close once again.
"You're drunk," I reply harshly, "and you've been smoking" I could tell by the smell of him.
I begin to back away from him, thinking that he'd probably let me leave. How could I even think that? He quickly grabs my wrist, and jerks me back. I stumble backwards as he grabs my shoulders, and pressing me against the stone brick wall.
"Please," he says in a seductive voice. Well, it would have been seductive, if he wasn't as drunk, "all I want is a little love" I feel a hand starting to creep up my thigh.
"Stop!" I push his hand away. I wasn't prepared for his next move. He slaps me across my face, and I'm thrown to ground. My head hits the wall, and then the sidewalk, making me feel dizzy, and my eyes well up with tears. My cheek stings really bad. I panic and feel like have no other choice than to scream.
"HELP!! Somebody HELP ME!!" I heard laughter, and look up.
"Nobody's gonna come help you out" Nigel says, having an amused twinkle in his cold eyes. What does he want from me?
I open my mouth to call for help again, but he slaps his hand across it and keeps it shut, making it sting just as much as my cheek. The tears are now streaming down my face. I start screaming, as he pulls me up and towards himself, so I stand with my back against his chest. He slams his is free over my midriff, keeping his other hand over my mouth. I start wiggling, but he just squeezes me even tighter, making almost all of the air in my lungs escape, not being able to get back in. I can't breathe! I panic. I try wiggling even harder, but he is almost carrying all of my weight. That gives me an idea. I start kicking with my legs. Uncontrollably. Fortunately, I hit his leg with my heel going full force. He lets out a silent scream of pain, and loosens his grip of me. I use his weakness, wiggling out of his arms, and set off running as fast as I can, but I'm wearing high heels.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE!" I hear him yell. I take a peek over my shoulder. He is running after me. Well shit. He's gonna catch up sooner or later, so I quickly kick off my heels and continue barefoot. Fortunately, I have physics on my side, I'm small, and I do al lot of sports, including running everyday. Nigel, on the other hand, is very big, and very heavy. It's not gonna last long before he's tired... I hope.
I think I lost him just before I ran over the bridge, but I continue to run. After a good 5 minutes, I arrive at Vicky's. I get out my keys from the pocket in my jacket, and hurry inside...finally. The lights in the house are off, so my as soon as I get in, I collapse in front of the front door. Freezing and panting, I just lie there on the wooden floor. With adrenalin pumping through my veins, I can't sleep. I just start crying. At first, the tears just fell in silence. But after a good 5 minutes, I start sobbing. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to stop my uncontrollable crying. Then suddenly, the lights came on.
"Oh my gosh, Ally what happened?" a familiar voice shouted. Vicky. She runs to me, only wearing her night gown. She sits down and hugs me. I hug her back. Tightly. I cry into the crook of her neck.
"Shush it's gonna be fine" she says softly, stroking my hair at the same time. After what seems like an hour of crying, and her trying to comfort me, I finally stop sobbing, and look up at her.
"You' okay hun?" she asks softly.
"I was so scared"my voice trails off.
"Just tell me what happened baby" she says softly, but still demanding. I could trust her. Vicky and I are pretty close. She was the only one there for me and my little sister, Sarah, when our parents died in a car crash almost 10 years ago. Sarah and I were in the car when it happened. Vicky was also my guardian, until I was old enough to take care of myself. She is still Sarah's.
"IwaswalkinghomefromCarlyspartynIranintothisguyandhewas..." I blurt out, but I am cut off by Vicky.
"Whoa, calm down hun', breathe" she says firmly. I obey, taking a deep breath.
"Good," she says, "now from the beginning"
I tell her what happened, not leaving out any details. She just sits there and listens, not saying anything. When I finish, I have broken down once again. She pulls me into a hug, and we sit there most of the night. When we finally get off the floor, I could see the sun peeking over the horizon. The clock tells me, that it's already 4:26 am. Vicky cleans me up, meaning she removes my ruined makeup, and gets me into my bed, then leaves me to sleep. It's been a long day, and as soon as I lie down, I'm already drifting off to sleep.
Jeg er meeega glad for endelig at have publiceret det første kapitel af en lille historie, som jeg har haft i hovedet siden jeg først så Sam Pottorff (hvis I ikke ved, hvem han er, så søg på youtube) Det første kapitel er en lille teaser, men jeg lover jer at han nok skal komme ind i billedet i næste kapitel. Hvis I altså vil have et kapitel mere?
Jeg skriver på engelsk, da jeg af en eller anden grund synes, at det er sjovere, haha.
~ Stay Beautiful