The Children in the Rainbow

The Girl Under Orange Lights

It was May. The sun was slowly setting and casting a gentle orange glow on everything. I left my college building later than normal and started walking home. Rows of shops lined the street and people were already in the pubs drinking pints and laughing with cigarettes in their hands.

I was approaching this one pub, The Sheep's Head, and a man was stood outside. He had stumble on his chin and short styled brown hair. A pint in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His gaze stuck to me like glue. I crossed my arms in front of me as I walked and kept my eyes ahead of me, refusing to look at him. This didn't please him. He stepped out in front of me and looked down on me. He was at least 6 foot 2 and I was 5 foot 4. I took a step back and then to the right to try to walk round him but he followed suit, stepping to the right with me. I sighed and looked up at him "Excuse me, sir"

He smirked at me. "Oh, does this little kitty want to get past?" I could smell the smoke and beer on his breathe as he spoke. He poked my nose and I cringed. His friends called him back over and he left me alone to continue home.

It was June. The sun was slowly setting and casting a gentle orange glow on everything. I left my college building later than normal and started walking home. Rows of shops that lined the street were the same but the people that were already in the pubs drinking pints and laughing with cigarettes in their hands were different, except one group. 

I started to approach The Sheep's Head again. The man was there, pint in one hand, cigarette in the other. His gaze followed me like glue. I crossed my arms in front of me and tried to keep my gaze ahead of me, only glancing at him once or twice. He stepped out in front of me. I stood still and waited for him to move. He spoke instead.

"Does the little kitty want to get past again? Maybe kitty wants to have some fun." He quickly moved his hand to try to slide it up my shirt but I stepped away quickly and slapped his hand away. "Looks like this kitty's got claws" he returned to his friends and left me alone to continue walking home.

It was July. The sun was slowly setting and casting a orange glow on everything. I left my college building later than normal. the same row of shops lined the streets and people were in the pubs as usual. I walked on the opposite side of the road.

I started to approach The Sheep's head again. He was there. Staring at me with those cold drunken eyes from across the street. I didn't cross my arms. I stared back. He yelled "Hey kitty! you not gonna come and play today?" I looked away and continued to walk away.

The sun was sinking still before I got home. I was about 10 minutes away when I felt a rough hand cover up my mouth from behind. I tried to scream but my voice was only muffled by his hand. I was dragged into an alleyway. He threw me against the wall and I banged my head making me feel dizzy. He pressed his body against me, trapping me in. He came in close to my ear and whispered to me "Does kitty want to play now?"

I felt one hand roam freely over my breasts under my shirt and the other under my skirt. "Make a single noise and I'll kill you"  The taste of beer and cigarettes filled my mouth as he pushed his tongue between my lips and explored my mouth. "Does kitty want a drink?"

He shoved me onto my knees and unzipped his pants. He pushed his penis into my mouth and kept a grip of the back of my hair, moving my head back and forth along his shaft. Tears streamed down my face and dripped on the ground. He pulled away and pushed me on the ground again before getting back on top of me. He forced himself into me. his breathe rained down on me with every thrust. I clenched my jaw. I willed myself to stay quiet and he pushed deeper into  me, grunting.

He finished, got up and looked down on me laughing before finally leaving me shaking with fear. "See you around kitty"