Shelby Sister

Garrison

I was sat in the snug trying to catch my breath because Finn thought it would be a great idea to sneak out and run to the Garrison with Isaiah, i had no choice but to go, because i knew if something bad were too happen I'd feel very guilty, it was always like this Finn dragging me along everywhere, he said it was because he enjoyed my company but i knew he was lying, the real reason behind his actions were if he got caught I'd get into trouble as well so it wouldn't be as bad, i was getting sick of it because yesterday we were both scolded by Ada and Polly for sneaking off to the stables, but Finns 15 year old brain thought it would be a good idea to go to the Garrison for the night, even after me trying to tell him it was not a good idea, because if Aunt Pol found out we'd both be dead, Finn had none of it tho forcing me to run with him and Isaiah through the dark and gloomy streets of Small Heath.

I was now sat drunk out of my mind between the two equally as drunk shitheads i call a brother and a friend. Feeling tired i pushed Isaiah out of the way and shakily stand up, I managed to make my way out the snug and into the large Main room where there were people sitting around drinking, i despised all the men sitting in here because I knew my brothers were out there fighting a war, when these fuckers just sat and drank to their heart's content, i ignored the stares and the slurs of protest from Finn and Isaiah, trying to slowly make my way towards the front door when i felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back, expecting too see my brother I sighed and turned only to see a young man with blonde hair smirking down at me, my eyes flicked to the snug only to looked back at the man when I noticed the door was now closed, his eyes traveled down my body slowly " Hey Gorgeous can I buy you a drink", i looked up in disgust before pulling my hand out of his grip and answering " No, sorry I don't even know you", he smiles, "come on now sweetie we could get to know each other my names William, what's yours?", i looked up again, " I'm sorry but I really can't, I have to go" i now slurred feeling the affects of the alcohol start to kick in, i stumble away but he catches me and smirks, "Let me go I'm fine", I was now getting annoyed, he just nods and let's go.

Walking out the pub i let out the breath i was holding, I started my journey, smiling to myself thinking about my brothers, oh how i missed them, I was almost there when a hand over my mouth interrupts my thoughts, i then hear a voice " it's okay its just me, I'll take good care of you", my heart drops at the sound, he starts dragging me down an alley, i start squirming in his grip trying hard to be released, but he continues to drag me further down the dark alley, punching me in the face then ribs before he pushes me against a wall he starts grabbing at my dress, he lets go of my hands so i finally find some strength and punch him square in the face, he lets me go for a second but that's all I need, I take of down the alleyway screaming for help until he grabs me by the hair and throws me, i hit the ground hard, i look up at him he just smirks and walks towards me, i can't move it hurts it all hurts so bad, he climbs on top of me and starts to suck on my neck, I find myself begging,"pls stop, no no no no get off of me, you can't, pls stop", he rips my dress exposing me to the cold, i start crying, "somebody help pls" I try to yell but it comes out as a mere whimper.  I cry out as he shoves himself into me, i can't believe this is happening, this can't be happening, i was fine 5 fucking minutes ago but now this dirty monster of a man has so cruelly taken my innocence, purity, confidence and hope. I can't do anything all i could do in that moment was cry and whimper, while he moans and grunts.

I was now stumbling down the road, looking down right disastrous, Hair a mess, Clothes barely hanging onto my weak, fragile and bruised body, struggling up the steps to my home, slowly opening the door limping towards the stairs, "and where the fuck have you been?, care to explain little girl!", if only she knew, I ignored her and slowly started ascending the stairs, Polly Continues to yell at me, i flinch slightly hoping she doesn't notice, she doesn't so I just shut it all out and continue the impossible task of climbing the stairs, it was never this hard but my lower body was on fire, Collapsing at the top, Polly now starts to worry " are you alright dear I'm sorry just tell me where you were",
I ignore her once more and start crawling to my room, she sighs in defeat as I slam my door and start sobbing.

As I was bathing i scrubbed as hard as I could to erase his dirty hands, I wasn't getting anywhere so I just sobbed harder, not wanting to believe this all happened.
Was it my fault?, my dress was just above my knees, was it to high?, Was the cut of my dress to low?, did it reveal to much?.
Why did he do it?, what did I do wrong?.
All these Questions running through my head were making me feel sick, I quickly stand up from the bath making my way to the toilet before throwing up.

It had been a week since the incident and I still felt horrible, I tried to act normal but it was so hard, so I just stopped talking, stopped asking questions, I hardly left the house, Aunt Pol and Ada started to worry, but I told them I was fine not wanting to tell anyone, they didn't believe me but decided against the questions.

Another week had gone by, and I started feeling a little better, I interacted with my family more, but still didn't want to leave the house much, my nightmares weren't as bad but I still had them, it was safe to say I was healing but very slowly.