आप were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on चोटी, शीर्ष of you, unbuttoning your shirt. आप had दिया up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear आप anyways. आप were helpless.

The booze on his breath was strong. आप tasted it in his mouth when he tried to किस you.

“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.

“Get off me,” आप scream.

He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

आप bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and आप scream for your boyfriend Soda, या anyone that would hear.

द्वारा this time your कमीज, शर्ट was off, and he was working on the बेल्ट of your jeans. All आप could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, आप didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. आप sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.

The सेकंड the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.

“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are आप hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.

“No,” आप say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You’re going to be fine…” He says gently rocking you. “I promise.”