𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 (𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚄𝚙 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Chapter 2

/// TW: This chapter will contain acts of sexual assault and assault towards the reader so if this triggers you in any way, skip over this chapter and if you need, I'll give you a recap of what happens without the mention of assault///

Y/n had finally finished washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, and checking the pantry and fridge to see what they needed to restock. She glanced at the watch on her wrist.

'8:32. I better hurry up before the boys kill each other'  Y/n sighed as she walked towards the doors and opening them. Once she was outside, she fumbled with the keys, trying to lock the cafe doors.

"Damnit, why do I have so many keys. I don't use half of them." Y/n mumbled to herself, annoyed. Then, she heard a whistle behind her. She turned around and was met with a scruffy and greasy middle-aged man. He began to look her up and down, licking his lips.

Y/n could already tell what was happening and tried to ignore him, finally finding the correct key and locked the doors. She turned around and let out a gasp, dropping the keys. The man was now in front of her, his arm was outstretched and supported his weight on the door. He looked about 49 and was about 6'4, automatically making the woman smaller. This meant at the moment, he was looking down on her, smiling an unnerving smile on his face.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Where do you think you're going?" The man said, the alcohol on his breath burning Y/n nostrils.

"I was about to head home. Speaking of which, could you please move?" Y/n tried to sound unfazed but on the inside, she was terrified. She bent down, still facing the man so he wouldn't see anything, and picked up the keys.

"Come on, honey. You can follow me and we can have a good time. I promise it'll be worth your while. You'll enjoy it." The man winked, moving his face closer to hers.

This caused Y/n to lean her face away from his, the side of her face now pressed against the cafe doors. She felt his arm snake around her waist, causing her to freeze.

"I-I'm sorry sir, but I-I have to get home." She said, cursing at herself for stuttering.

This caused the man to become angry, his grip on her waist tightening. Y/n could feel the air shifting and she didn't like that. The man said something that made Y/n realize what sort of situation she is in.

"Well, you're going to enjoy it. Whether you like it or not." The man growled.

He lowered his head and began to kiss Y/n's neck. She couldn't move. She was terrified. What was he going to do to her? Was he going to kill her? What would happen to her sons? Her sons. This thought seemed to knock her out of her daze just as the man began to grope her boobs. Then, instead of fear, anger welled up in her. She used keys, which he had forgotten she picked up and used as much force as she could muster and stabbed the man in the abdomen.  She was about to run when her wrist was grabbed.

She turned to face the man who then proceeded to punch her in the cheek, trying to faze her. But she wasn't giving in yet. She quickly reached into her pocket, looking for the small pocket knife she carried. She carried because of part encounters with people like this man. But no one has ever actually gotten on her.

The man saw she had stopped fighting and used this to his advantage, shoving her on the ground. But her hand was still in her pocket, and when she landed on it, she heard it crack. She screamed in pain and continued to search for the knife.

The man then jumped on top, causing the injured hand to crack again, making Y/n scream in pain again. He started to undo her pants right when Y/n managed to get a grip of her knife. She pressed the button and it flung open. Then she stabbed the man in the arm, making him let go of her pants and rolled back. He screamed in pain and this was Y/n's queue to get the fuck out of there.