"See ya later, Bex" Chantelle waved, I nodded "Yeah", I looked around at my surroundings and slowly headed down the road, I looked back, Chantelle and her friends had already disappeared, I sighed and continued walking. I realized there was a back alley that lead close to my house, I was dreading it but it was cold out and I just wanted to get home. I stood at the entrance of the alley for a few minutes before making my way down... I started rushing, it was like the alley was never ending. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, I quickly turned back but saw nothing. I slowly stepped backwards before turning back around and bursting into a run, the footsteps got louder and closer like someone or something was chasing me. All of a sudden I let out a scream, someone had grabbed me, they had a pretty strong grip, "NOO!!" I screamed trying to pull away, "Shut the fuck up!" he replied, through gritted teeth, placing his dirty looking hand across my mouth, I looked up at him with tears flooding my eyes, it was hard trying to get a proper glimpse of him. Next thing I knew, I was on the cold, hard floor, I tried my best fighting him off, every time I screamed he'd block it out... It was useless. He ripped my clothes off, after this I knew what was coming next, "Please" I begged, tears down my cheeks. Too late, he'd already began brutally raping me, I clenched my fist and squealed quietly. I closed my eyes, praying it was just a nightmare and when I opened them he'd be gone. I opened my eyes and he was still there, "Maybe god isn't real...or I've done something for him to think I deserve this" I whispered. I turned my face away and took it all, minutes went by, although it felt like hours, I turned my head after hearing loud running in the alley, this was it, this was my chance "HELP!!" I screamed, I heard sirens outside, the man had got up and tried running, "Not so fast" a police officer said, pushing him into the wall and slamming handcuffs on his wrist. I quickly got dressed with shaky hands, a policeman came over and helped me up, "We'll take you home to your family, we'll come to you for a statement tomorrow, okay?" He said in a calm voice, I nodded, tears still down my face, he put his arms around my shoulders and walked me over to the police car. He opened the door, I got in and placed the seatbelt round me. He drove back to my home, I looked up at the house and quickly wiped my tears. The policeman looked back, "Tell your parents" he said sternly, handing over a little card, "My name is DC Stantham and my police number is 3750, if you need anything or need to tell me anything, call us and just ask for me" he added, "Okay" I whispered, opening the car door, "Make sure you tell your parents what's happened" he said, I nodded and slammed the car door shut. I lied, I wasn't going to tell my parents, I couldn't. I looked back as the police car drove off, I slowly walked into the house.. Everyone seemed to have already called it a night, I ran upstairs and jumped straight into the shower, I felt disgusting. I started scrubbing hard at my body, I needed to get his dirty smell off me. I let the tears out in the shower, I wrapped a towel round me and walked into my bedroom, I walked over to my walk in wardrobe and threw some pyjamas out, I got changed into them and climbed into bed, wrapping the quilt tight around me. "I miss Michael" I whispered to myself, tears slowly falling again, before drifting off to sleep.
