toi were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on haut, retour au début of you, unbuttoning your shirt. toi had donné up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear toi anyways. toi were helpless.

The booze on his breath was strong. toi 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,” toi scream.

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

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

par this time your chemise was off, and he was working on the ceinture of your jeans. All toi could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, toi didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

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

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

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

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

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