Chapter 2
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Today has been one of the longest days of my entire life!
OK, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but time seemed to have gone at a snail's pace all day! What I thought to be an hour, was in fact only 7 minutes!
Ugh!
Looking at the clock, it’s finally time to make my way to Princeton’s and Lance’s place.
Give or take a few minutes, cough cough, forty-five minutes early.
I get dressed in a cute mid-calf floral dress paired with some white flats. I keep my hair down with natural curls and light makeup.
Stepping out of my apartment, I lock up, place my keys in my purse, and start walking.
They live a few blocks away, but I think walking there will give me the chance to clear out my mind before I pounce on Princeton the moment I walk through the front door to know exactly what he wanted to talk to me about tonight. And why it had to wait until there were no prying ears.
To be honest, that part worries me.
I’ve been a nervous wreck all day because of it and I’m frustrated!
At this time of day, there is a lot less traffic on the road and fewer pedestrians.
Looking over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone behind me, but this eerie feeling still crawls up my spine.
Am I being paranoid, or is someone watching and following me?
I’ve been having the impression that someone’s always watching me for the past three days. But every time I look around, I see no one.
Am I going crazy?
Looking again, I still don’t see anyone, but I still pick up the pace regardless.
Something doesn't feel right about tonight.
The faster I walk, the more my heart thumps against my chest, making my palms all clammy.
I can now hear heavy footsteps behind me. Taking the courage to look over my shoulder again, I see a man with a hood walking at a fast pace.
Is he following me? No, that can’t be right. It's just my crazy imagination playing tricks on me. I chastise myself.
I look in front of me and back a few times, seeing him fasten his large strides. Fear taking over my body, I make a run for it.
For a split second, I think I’m overreacting again, until a look back and see that man chasing after me!
Terror grips my heart as I try to run faster and make it to Princeton’s place before he catches up to me.
But I’m not so lucky. He grabs hold of my long locks and pulls me back, making me fall to the ground on my backside.
I should have tied my hair!
I don’t even have time to react, he’s already pulling me into the nearest alley.
What does he want with me?
I do the only thing I can at this point; scream at the top of my lung.
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY, HELP, PLEASE!”
Doing so angers the man, and lands me a fist across the face.
I’m disoriented by the force of the impact and the ringing in my ears.
With the strength of the impact, I fall to the ground, hitting my head on the asphalt.
My vision blurs and my breath hitches from the searing pain. I place my hand on the side of my head, trying to regain some sort of cognition and make another run for it, but to no avail. That man is already pushing me back, standing over me.
“She told me to get rid of you by any means necessary, but she failed to mention how damned fine you looked. I might just have some fun with your before taking care of business as I’m supposed to.” He says with a sadistic, almost animalistic grin.
Grabbing my throat tightly, he lift me up and pushed me against the brick wall. I claw at him, trying to get his disgusting hands off of me, but he’s too strong and squeezes his finger a little tighter, cutting off my air supply to the bare minimum.
His other hands fondle me, touches me from my breast, to where no man has touched before.
I want to throw up.
Please…someone help…I don’t want to lose my virginity like this…without a choice…This can’t be happening!
I cry out as he lifts my dress up, pulling at my underwear, fumbling to pull them down.
“STOP!!!” I scream. “LET GO OF ME! PLEASE, STOP!!!” I cry, trying to get out of his tight hold.
He laughs at my plea, throwing his head back as if I just told the funniest joke in the world.
“Keep fighting and begging me, it only turns me on more'' He says, chuckling, unbuttoning his own pants, and letting his hard erection free.
This is it.
At this moment, all I can do I brace myself for the inevitable. I am not strong enough to fight against him. If I do, it will only hurt me further.
The moment, the split second where I abandoned all will of saving myself, a coldness engulf my entire body.
I close my eyes, not wanting to see his satisfied face as he took my body, my purity, my everything.
But the pain I expected never comes.
Opening my eyes, I see that man being thrown off of me, flying against the wall on the other side of the alley.
How…?
I can barely register what’s happening, someone towers over the man, throwing punch after punch, beating him to a bloody pulp.
Watching this scene, my legs finally give up and I slowly slide down the wall, falling to the ground.
I am numb. Numb to the pain searing through my body. Numb to my fear. Numb to my surroundings.
Whoever just saved my life, stop hitting that man, since he is no longer moving.
Did he kill him?
A new fear builds inside the pit of my stomach.
Is he going to hurt me now?
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