The Shy Girl

The Gang

"What's a little cutie like you doing out here alone at night?" The guy behind me asks smartly.

"I was just heading home." I whisper, scared to death. I knew if I gave the wrong answer, something bad would happen.

"Maybe... we can take you to our place." The guy behind me whispers in my ear, moving hair out of my face.

I smelt his breath; apparently he was drinking and the other ones also.

"I think we're scaring her, lets introduce everyone. I'm Frank, he's Tom, and him right there, is Will." Frank whispers again into my ear. "We call ourselves the gang."

He grabs me by my waist, pulling me towards him. I jerk forward (mistake 1).

Tom and Will shove me back, making me fall to the pavement.

Pain shot through my body, causing me to whimper.

"Help me lift her up." Frank orders.

The men lift me back to my feet, only to examine me more. I felt uncomfortable, letting these boys take over me like this. I could've fought before I went to the hospital.

My dad enrolled me into karate when I was six, but it costed too much so he dropped me out when I was eight.

I still could fight though, I remembered some moves but I'm to weak.

"So baby, wanna come over to my place?" Frank asks, playing with a section of my hair.

"No thanks, I...uh..I have to get home to my mom." I say. (Mistake 2)

"We can drop you off after we get stuff done at my place." Frank whispers, before letting go of me. Or at least that what I thought.

I turned around, only to see Brad swinging punch after punch on Frank's face.

Tom grabs me and pulls out a knife and holds it near my throat while Will runs away like a scaredy-cat.

My knees felt weak, basically I wasn't able to stand up because Tom's grip around my neck was to strong.

I begin to experience breath loss after a few seconds. Brad stands up, surrendering by putting his bloody hands in the air.

His eyes stated that Tom better let go, but Tom clearly couldn't read.

Tom places his knife closer to my throat, almost drawing blood.

I wanted to scream and kick and cry but I knew that's what would get me killed.

Brad swings a punch, barely missing my own face. I fell with Tom to the ground again.

"C'mon." Brad puts his hand out in front of me. I was still in a daze so he yanks me up, surprising me.

We run to the nearest house that had a porch light on so we could see our surrounding.

I glance at his face. All bloody and I'm pretty sure a black eye and a bruised face.

"You're bleeding." I say in pity, wiping the blood that is creeping out his noise with my sleeve.

"You're okay, though." He says positively as a smile creeps on his face.

"Thanks for...everything." I meant it.

He saved me from the beginning with the train and now a group of nasty minded men.

"No, thank you." Brad thanks.

"For what?"

"I made a lot of mistakes in my past, but when you came along, you distracted me from everything that I did before." Brad says.

"That's the most beautifulest thing anyone's ever said to me." I tease, faking the crying noise.

"Hush, you want me to take you home since you can't?" Brad asks with a smile that reveals his dimples.

"Sure, but then you'll be out here by yourself." I owed him.

"Maybe we can... go to the movies or something." Brad suggests.

"Looking like that, they'll think you murdered someone." I say, wiping more blood off of him.

"Maybe we can go change into unsuspicious clothes and then head to the movies." Brad concludes.

"We went to the movies a few days ago, they'll still have the same movies." I complain.

"You almost got killed and you're worried about that." Brad laughs.

"You thought of the idea. Plus, we just got into a fight and you're wanting to go to the movies." I blame.

"We can go to the other movie theatre out of town." Brad says.

"Alright." I give in.

Brad walked me to my house, almost like a bodyguard would.

He then "escorted" me up the tree and through the shattered window.

We make it into my room and I go through my closet.

"See my broken window." I tease.

"I said I was sorry." Brad apologizes again.

"I know, I know."

I pull out a black tank top and skinny jeans to wear and a simple purple cardigan to go with the outfit.

Brad turned the opposite way as I changed into my "luxurious" outfit.

"Okay, you can look now." I say as I slip my feet in my black boots.

"Wow, I've never seen you in jeans before." Brad exclaims.

"Not a lot of people have either." I say.

"Maddie, are you home?" My moms voice echoed through the hallway.

At this point, I knew I had to do something fast or I was going to get into serious trouble.