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

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

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

“Get off me,” আপনি scream.

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

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

দ্বারা this time your শার্ট was off, and he was working on the বেল্ট of your jeans. All আপনি could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, আপনি didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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