One more day

chapter 25

TW: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF THIS IS A TRIGGERING TOPIC FOR YOU

Walking home was refreshing, there was a light breeze that had settled around me, causing goosebumps to form on my arms. As much as I wanted to say the goosebumps were from the wind, it's from paranoia. It felt like there were eyes on me, but when I turned around no one was there. I wrapped my arms around my body, speeding up the pace I was walking at, it would burn more calories anyway. It was dark outside, the only light coming from the very few dim street lamps and the bright moon above me. I was walking past the library when I heard the crunch of leaves behind me so I immediately turned around except this time I saw someone; two someones.

"Well well well pretty girl," Sam said tauntingly. Shit.

"Did you really think we would break our promise?" Fuck. Why did I not think of this? Of course, they were going to fucking follow me, what did I expect? I was too caught up in the calories I didn't even think about my safety.

"Just piss off." I huffed out, trying to make my voice as strong as possible but it ended up doing the opposite. They walked up to me and I stood there; I just stood there! I was yelling at myself to run, to scream, to call someone; to do anything really to get away from these creeps. Sam walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing it up to make eye contact with him. It was at that moment that my body decided to catch up with my brain and I turned around and sprinted. I ran as fast as I could considering I had only eaten some of breakfast and an ice cream, and burnt so many calories already. I apparently wasn't fast enough as Sam's friend had caught up with me in a matter of seconds. He wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me over his shoulder walking back to Sam.
"C'mon Heath, we could've let her have a little more fun trying to get away," Sam said. So his mate's name was Heath, good to know. He set me down in front of a wall, which was actually one of those like concrete sign block things. He turned me around and bent me over it, Heath holding my hands behind my back with one of his hands and pushing my head against the concrete with the other.

"It's cute that you thought you could run away," Heath said. I noticed he was the more quiet one out of the two.

"Such a pretty little outfit." Sam muttered, toying with one of my belt loops. "Too bad it's not staying on." My eyes nearly popped out of my head at that and I immediately tried to get out of Heath's grip. He retaliated immediately and held me tighter, probably leaving bruises in the making. I tried kicking my legs around but never hit anyone.

"Stop fighting it you little bitch." Heath said next to me. "We know you want this." It was so far from the truth. I didn't want this at all. I just wanted to go home. Sam reached around to the front of me and started to undo my belt and I screamed the loudest I ever had in my life, tears pooling in my eyes. Heath was quick to wrap his hand around my mouth, silencing me whilst simultaneously holding me down. I tried biting down on his hand and failed. I heard my belt fall to the floor with a thud and I started screaming again, trying to tell them to get off me. 

I pushed against Heath's hands with my own but was too weak to do anything. Ironically I am now wishing I had eaten at least all of the breakfast this morning or didn't burn all those calories. I would've been able to fight back instead of going limp like a pathetic fish. Sam undid the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper and that's when I let the tears fall. This was happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I kept saying no over and over again but they didn't care. Sam pulled my jeans down and whistled before smacking my ass, hard enough to mark for sure.

"At least this one's got some good fat on her" Sam said.

"If you got us another bitch with a stomach that looked like an elephant I would've slapped you, Sam." Heath agreed. What is actually wrong with them? Every woman has that bump on their stomach it's natural, and who are they to judge anyway? Then it hit me, they've done this before. How many women have been through this? Did they ever go to the police? Sam pulled down my underwear and I just stared at the road a couple of metres in front of us zoning out everything. I didn't want to experience this in this situation. I wanted to be with someone I trusted, someone I was comfortable with. How long until someone drives past?