당신 were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on 상단, 맨 위로 of you, unbuttoning your shirt. 당신 had given up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear 당신 anyways. 당신 were helpless.

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

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

“Get off me,” 당신 scream.

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

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

의해 this time your 셔츠 was off, and he was working on the 벨트 of your jeans. All 당신 could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, 당신 didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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