The Secret Demons

Chapter 5: Trouble

I tried to scream but the large, filthy hand stayed fixed over my mouth, preventing me from doing so. I was being dragged roughly into a dark alley with tall, mossy brick walls on either side. I heard laughing and loud shouting in the direction we were headed.

There was a single lamppost where we stopped, and about six or seven middle aged men surrounded me, with evil, disgusting smirks plastered on their faces as I struggled. Their grip on me was so tight, that I felt bruises forming painfully across my wrists and arms, but I wasn't giving up so easily.

I forcefully kicked the man covering my mouth where it hurt and he released me in shock and sheer pain, groaning. But what puzzled me was that I could've sworn his eyes glowed for a second there, but using my shock to their advantage, they punched me in the face and kicked me in the stomach over and over again as I sunk to the floor.

"Stupid girl. What even are you? Your scent is so enticing..." He bent down to my face and his horrible breath that reeked heavily of alcohol fanned my face, making me flinch in disgust. "So... DELICIOUS." He licked my face as one of his hands slowly trailed its way up my inner thigh. His eyes definitely glowing bright red, as fangs protruded out of his mouth. My eyes widened in horror and fear as I slapped him as hard as I could.

"Go to hell." I hissed, terrified and enraged at the same time.

He seemed to be angered by this and stood up abruptly, kicking me repeatedly in the stomach. I refused to scream out in pain, even though it was already in my throat, ready to burst out if the pain truly went over the brink. Tears brimmed at the edges of my eyes as I endured it. Just like I had endured any sort of pain after my mother died.

Silently and wordlessly.

It was what I learned to do, so I could never be hurt so badly again, especially not seen again showing my vulnerable side. I put my walls up so that the only people who really wanted to and had pure intentions, could break them down, but so far, that was still nobody.

I had felt so lonely and unloved, the fact that no one really knew me, I mean, the REAL me, hurt so badly sometimes. Why did this always happen to me? I guess no one even really acknowledged me or cared for me truly anymore. I whimpered, satisfying them marginally, yet I still knew that they were after my painful screams and cries, which I was intent on denying them.

Suddenly, they all stopped kicking me and pushed me on the wall, lifting my body up and pinning it roughly on the cold, uneven bricks. Several hands felt over my limp, battered body and I literally felt like trash being used only to be thrown away once it was used and broken. When their fingers started to work their way under my clothing, I used the last of my energy to push their hands away, but they only came back, and they were even more forceful and violent with their actions.

A threatening, animalistic growl came from the darkness slightly further down the alleyway where I couldn't see a thing, apart from glowing green slitted eyes, but I couldn't really register anything that was going on anymore around me because I was so beaten. I saw fear seep into all of their eyes, but the oldest looking guy who also seemed to be the leader stepped forward and bared his recently sprouted fangs, and his fists turned to stone, quickly spreading up to his entire upper body apart from his neck and head. He faced the source of green glow and he made for it, roaring with rage and defilement as his stone fists charged on first.

He was immediately blown back onto the lamppost with amazing force, knocking it completely over and cutting the only light source there was, well, apart from the sets of glowing green, fuchsia and red eyes dancing around in the pitch black alley with beautiful movements. My eyes fluttered up and down rapidly, half closed, trying desperately not to black out and lose consciousness completely.