Hi guys, here is another new story from SCC and I. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you guys so much for everything. We are not Mrs. Meyer. (I will not be saying that again.)
"Help!" I screamed, it was quickly muffled against the coarse skin of his hand. Salty tears streamed down my face as I felt his disgusting wet lips attack my neck and listened to the vile groans of pleasure come deep from his chest and mouth. His hand, the one that wasn't keeping me quiet, groped me everywhere. Roughly. His hand traveled up my teal coloured blouse, the one that my best friend Alice had bought me for my birthday this past year, and grabbed my breast with too firm a grip. I screamed in pain again. But no one heard me.
I kicked my legs the best I could and writhed in pain and fear, his arms locked tightly around me stopping me from trying to get away. I sobbed, my sides and chest aching from my smothered screams and lack of air. God, please help me. Please save me. I began to pray, the only other thing I knew to do, and just hoped that someone would save me from this awful man.
My back soon pressed against the rugged, coarse brick alley wall. It was dark, I could barely see a thing. There were no windows up the walls, no fire escapes from trashy apartments, I couldn't even see a road down the end. I was trapped. Trapped in this hell and no one was going to save me. The man moaned his time, loudly, as he rubbed himself against me. I could feel him everywhere. I felt dirty. And this was dirt I would never be able to wash off.
His hands ripped my shirt down the middle and peeled it off me, discarding it with all the other trash that plagued the gross grimy ground around us. I took that as my moment of opportunity. I pushed him away as hard as I could, he wasn't expecting me to move, and started running away from him but I didn't make it far enough.
I tripped on a hole in the ground and he grabbed me by the ankle, dragging me across the gritty tar pavement back to him. I cried and screamed louder as he slapped me, kicked me, scratched me. "Stop! Please!" I wailed.
"I told you to shut up!" He roared as he drew out a knife. The metal gleamed only slightly under the moonlight. I bit my lip and tried to stop my irregular breathing, but I couldn't make breathing slow. My chest was heaving as my heart raced frantically. It was on a marathon, a marathon my feet couldn't make. It was trying to run away from this man. From this man who wanted to destroy me and defile me.
"Good," he smiled. His teeth were stained but straight and his breath smelled like liquor and cigars. "Now be a good girl and behave and I won't have to use this to straighten you out."
I nodded as teas rushed down my face. You'd think I would' run out by now but they just kept flowing with no end. The man pulled me back deeper in the shadows and through me up against something hard and cool. It was metal and sticky. I could smell the trash in the dumpster and feel the overflow around me.
The man laid me down by it and sat on top of me, his hands groping my breasts through my bra as he grinded into me through his jeans and my dress pants. I shook my head just crying and praying for help, praying that it would stop. My body ached everywhere from where he hit and kicked me. It screamed for relief that it would never get. Then he stopped with a grunt and got off me momentarily.
Only, I realized, so he could pull my pants off. I squeezed my legs shut and locked my ankles together, trying to keep him away. Then I felt the cool metal of the knife meet the material of my pants by my waist. I cried as I felt it pierce me ever so slightly before he reached and ripped my pants apart and continued to take them off of me.
I lay in the dark dirty alley with a man in only my bra and panties. I cried and attempted to move my arms to cover myself but it's no use. God please. God, please save me. Don't let me die here. Don't let him kill me.When he next claims on me, I can feel him at my entrance. I shake my head and scream, "Get off me!" at the top of my lungs. I get slapped in return and my underwear is pull aside for him. He entered me roughly and I sobbed harder as my virginity was taken from me. Something I had been saving for the person I fell in love with or the person I was going to share my life with was now it's gone. Taken by the devil himself.
"Help me!" I screamed, he didn't even try to silence me know. His face held a vile grin as he ruined me. His disgusting moans and grunts made me sick as he raped me. Raped me. Rape. The word itself scared me. God please! I cried for my final time before I gave up hope.
Then suddenly he was off me, and it wasn't planned. It heard his groan in pain and after a bit of shuffling I quickly curl up in a ball against the dumpster, trying to keep myself safe (even though it wouldn't help if he tried again).
"You sick mother fucker!" I heard a man yell, a different man. It was a different voice, more valiant, less evil. I covered my ears as I heard them both fighting. I could hear their punches and groans echoing thought the empty alley, as I stayed curled up in my ball. Save me God, don't let that man touch me again Lord. Suddenly I heard a cry of pain and I couldn't tell who is was from but a clatter of the knife followed it.
My exhaustion finally caught up with me from my fear, my crying, my beating, my… rape. Everything around started to spin and grew darker than it already was. Soon I felt a hand on my shoulder and I shook it off and cried again.
"Whoa hey," a soft voice murmured. "You're fine now. I'm not going to hurt you. He's gone. He can't hurt you any more."
It was a voice of an angel. This voice saved me, I was alive. I was going to live.
"Jesus," he muttered to himself. Shortly after that I felt cloth against my knees. "Here, put this one. It's a shirt to cover yourself up."
I can barely move to put it on and I noticed the man turn around so he wouldn't look at me. And I saw something light up. A phone. His smooth voice filled my ears again. It calmed me in a scary way. "I want to report a rape. In the alley off Gerard and Buckley. I don't know. Yes. I don't know. No. Yes. Okay. Yes."
I stayed in ball, in attempts to protect myself. He may have saved me but I don't know what could happen now. Maybe I was dead, maybe this was the last piece of my mind working before I died, imaging my savior. Imaging something that would most likely never, ever happen. I continued to cry through my puffy, swollen, painful eyes and everything around me grew darker.
"Hey," he said. "You need to stay with me. You need to stay awake until the help comes. I don't know if you have a concussion or not."
"I can't…" I cried. "I… please don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured. I can feel him sitting next to me, maybe an arm length away. "Help is coming."
"Aren't you already the help?" I whispered as I slumped against the dumpster.
"Whoa! Hey!" he exclaimed. "Stay with me. We are waiting for the professional help. I'm just the average vigilante."
I felt him reach out a touch me lightly. I pulled away and took a deep breath. I knew he was just trying to be helpful but all I could feel was his coarse skin against mine, hurting me everywhere.
"You're freezing," the guy murmured. "Here." He handed me another article of clothing, gently laying it over my legs. It was cool in Seattle but surprisingly not plagued with rain. It's never very warm here anyways.
"Thank you," I whispered. "For…"
"Don't worry about it. I don't need a thank you," he explained before a bright light shined down the alley.
"Hello!" a woman's voice called, it sounded very official.
"Down here!" the guy called next to me. Then to me he said, "Can I help you to them?"
I nodded slowly with my eyes closed, I can't remember the last time I had them open. I feel strange in his arms as he scoops me up and carries me toward the light. Suddenly I can just catch a glimpse of the flashing red and blue lights through my aching blinking eyes. He set me down on a padded surface and I can hear women and men talking to me and to him. He doesn't answer very clearly.
"I don't know," he kept repeating.
Soon I'm jostled and it scared me but I'm quickly soothed by a woman who almost sounds like my mother. "You're fine. You're safe now. We are taking you to the hospital."
Then I let go and everything around me gets dark. I don't care anymore. He's gone, he won't touch me again. I'm safe here. Thank you Father for my savior.
I started to panic after every minute that passed by, this never happened. Bella was always responsible, and always answered her phone. If she didn't, she called or texted back within a few minutes. I have never been this worried before, it has been a while since I heard or saw of her. She told me she was going off with Jessica and Lauren and that she would be back soon but if it was me, I would have ditched them and found another group. I knew that it was a school field trip and all, but what if something happened? It was getting late and I was growing more and more worried, and Jessica and Lauren both had nothing to say for Bella's disappearance. They came back to the rest of us telling us that Bella had been right with them, but the minute they turned the corner by the alley she was not along their side anymore.
"I looked around the area, but I didn't want to get lost going too far out of the way, plus Lauren had looked back from where we had just came, but we still can't find her." Jessica said.
"How could you do this? There's only three of you! Is it seriously that hard to notice that one of you is gone?" I shouted, my anger taking over. I needed to think logically, this was not the time to go ranting off to those bitches. That would just be wasting my time, and with Bella missing, time was crucial.
I did the only thing I could think of at the moment, calling the first person I knew would answer right away and know how to handle the situation.
"Hello?"Rose answered the phone, clearly not expecting me to call right now.
"Rose! You need to help me! I'm freaking out and I don't know what else to do and-" Rose cut me off by shushing me.
"I can only hear you if you don't mush all your words together. Now take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong." Rose said calmly, not understanding the importance of what was going on.
"What do you mean Bella is lost?" Rose asked, confused.
"She was supposed to be in a group with Lauren and Jessica on our field trip just now, but those little bitches lost her! They said that one minute she was there with them and the next minute she was just gone." I breathed heavily into the phone, full of worry.
"Are you sure she didn't just go somewhere?" Rose said logically, stating the obvious.
"Rose, since when does Bella just 'go' somewhere and not say anything? It's not like her."
"Something could have happened to her! What if she is kidnapped or hurt or-"
"Ali, you need to calm down. Everything will be alright. I'm sure Bella is fine and this is all just a misunderstanding. I think you just need to wait a few minutes and relax, and she'll turn up. She's a smart girl and knows her way around, and if she happened to get lost, she'll find her way back. She couldn't have gotten too far, right?"
"I guess so. I just hope she's okay."
"You just need to calm down a bit. Give it a few minutes. I'm sure everything is fine. But you'll let me know when you see her again, won't you?" Rose asked.
"Of course. As soon as I know."
"Okay. Call me if you need anything else. And please, Ali, don't panic, everything is okay. I love you."
"Okay. I love you too. Bye," I hung up the phone, the reassurance and advice Rose gave me was sinking in, but I still had this gut feeling that something wasn't right, and I couldn't shake it, no matter how hard I tried. Then there was a knock on my door from Mrs. Klein.
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