あなた were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on 上, ページのトップへ of you, unbuttoning your shirt. あなた had 与えられた up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear あなた anyways. あなた were helpless.

The booze on his breath was strong. あなた tasted it in his mouth when he tried to キッス you.

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

“Get off me,” あなた scream.

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

あなた bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and あなた scream for your boyfriend Soda, または anyone that would hear.

によって this time your シャツ was off, and he was working on the ベルト of your jeans. All あなた could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, あなた didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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