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

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

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

“Get off me,” wewe scream.

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

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

kwa this time your shati was off, and he was working on the ukanda of your jeans. All wewe could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, wewe didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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