Pointless Pain

Chapter 10

(Author's note: If you don't like such subjects as rape, this chapter is not for you, it won't be very graphic but just a warning. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Chris' POV

'Damn she knows I hate dogs,' I think angrily to my self. 'Ever since that one, did what it did, to dad...' I think, this brings up the horrific memory of that Rottweiler tearing at my dads throat. I push it away and pull my backpack further up my back. I sigh.

I walk further and further away. By now I was about ten minutes away from the bridge and Libby. "Hurry she might of called the police by now!" I hear a worried voice. 'What?' I think as Daryl's gang hurry past. "You didn't smash her phone? Idiot!" Daryl shouts.

I look down the street they had just run up. 'Oh my god!' I think 'What have they done to Libby?!' I sprint down the street.

Libby's POV (Just after Chris left)

Tears roll down my cheeks, while Marco whines questioningly. "I thought he would be okay with you. You aren't even that big!" I whisper to him. He licks my cheek. I smile.

"There she is." My head flicks to look over my shoulder. 'No not now!' I scream to myself. My heart begins to beat quicker. I look over at Daryl. He has three other boys with him. He smiled a chilling and disturbing smile. "No Chrisey to protect you now. We heard your argument." He laughs.

I edge backwards as he and the others walk forwards. "What do you want?" I snarl. "Nothing, well I say nothing but what I really want is pleasure." He whispers. He looks at two of the boys then nods at me. They approach me. "Get off!" I shout as they restrain me, kicking Marco away, who goes and hides in a bush.

Daryl walks forward laughing. "No! Stop!" I shout as I am forced to stand. Daryl rips off my hoodie and t-shirt. "That's better but not good enough," Daryl licks his lips. He pulls off my jeans. "Stop!" I shout through tears. His hand un-does my bra. I'm left standing barely clothed and restrained.

His hand touches my chest, then I feel a pain in the back off my neck. I look to see a needle stuck there before going unconscious.

Chris' POV

I arrive back at our tent, everything's there, but Libby, her clothes are splayed on the floor. What did they do?! The pug stood in front of the tent barking. He looked at me, with what looked like fear in his eyes.

I stride over to the tent worriedly. Libby lay there unconscious under a blanket.

Libby's POV

'Marco? Why is he making such a racket?' I think looking into the darkness of my closed eye lids. "Libby?" I hear the voice of Chris, what is he doing here. "Libby?!" He shouts again. I slowly open my eyes. "Chris?" I ask. "Why am I naked?"

"What happened?" Chris asked with extreme worry in his voice. The memories flood back. "I, I think I was raped!" I stutter pulling the blanket into my chest.