Flowers and daggers 18+

Care

Chapter 18 - care

He drew even closer to me, saying, "Come on, I just want to have some fun."

"Leave me alone," I said as I dashed forward. It was dark when I exited the theatre. I was well aware that these were haunted by rape and bad guys. I began to get exhausted and slowed down, indicating that he had caught up to me.

He snatched my wrist and dragged me into a dimly lit alleyway.

"Wow, I didn't expect a girl like you to be able to run that fast," he said, raising my hands above my head.

"let go of me." I suffered because he was much larger than I was.

"Feisty, i like it." He had one arm on my hands, holding me down, and the other on my dress, pulling it up. As he squeezed my ass, he ran his hands over my body, causing a tear to fall down my cheek.

"Please don't do this to me," pleting, I said.

"Don't whine, are you really a vrigin of what?"

His words made me feel insignificant, as if I were someone's pet. He started to lean in to kiss me as soon as he said that, but he was stopped by someone. My vision was bluer because I was crying.

They yanked him away from me and dragged him down. Every kick and puch was accompanied by a scream.

"Shhh, im here you dont have to worry, nothing will happen, you are safe." those words felt like i was in heaven, i hugged him tight as he lefited me, bridle style.

"And if i ever see you, you are a die man." he said, stepping on him.

I barered my face in his chest, feeling safe and not wanting to move in his embrace.

I felt like throwing up and fainting at the same time as I crashed down. But then a face appeared in my frame. Romero?

"Are you all right?" "Did he hurt you?" When I look up, I notice he's covered in blood and has a concerned expression on his face. I snatched him up in my arms and hugged him tightly. I didn't want to let go of him and I didn't know what would happen if he hadn't arrived. I was speechless and I couldn't stop crying.

I felt something on my waist when I awoke the next morning. It wasn't a pillow that I rubbed my head on. I slowly opened my eyes, and Romero appeared in my field of vision. My head was on his chest, and his hand was on my waist. Then a memory to what had happened the day before flashed through my mind. What happened

"done looking." I jumped because I hadn't realised I was looking at him.
I jumped off the bed and out of his arms, but was held by a hand.

"Wait a minute, before you go thinking I did something, I didn't." As I returned his stare, I noticed that he had removed his shrit and that I had changed into a nightgown.