Chapter 1, Rachel. A 'Normal' Walk To The Bus Stop

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Another night, another drinking era. Coming out of the club drunk once again. Multiple headaches attach to me like a leech. Fucking great. Walking from the back door down to the outside. I was ready to throw up on some guy smoking. Rushing away I fall down the stairs scratching my knees till blood. My phone falling out of the pocket as I try to get up.

Someone was asking me if I was okay, but I can't hear a word of what they were mumbling, bells have already took control over my hearing.

Everything is spinning and I don't have anywhere to go to. In fact I don't have anyone. No friends, no nothing.

My parents have kicked me out of the house right before the important exams I have in college... they are suppossed to be in three weeks. For the past two days I been living outside like a worthless twat. Going to partys, hanging out with the drunks and having barely any change left for survival. Absolutely shit.

A nineteen year old left all alone. Loosing her mind slowly while everything is going against her...

"Rachel?" A random voice brought me back to earth. I get up from the ground with my phone in my hand. Making eye-contact with the man shouting my name. "Rachel!" He finnaly spots me.

Stranger danger grabs my collar tightly, and pulls me closer to him. "Oh you fucking slut. I thought we made a agreement." He growns.

My mind is going places. Do I know this man? "What agreement?"

He smirks but not in a good way. "You promised me to give your virgin pussy for buying you all these drinks. Remember?"

I laugh nervously. "Oh dear I think you got the wrong person, haha!" What do I do in this situation...

He looks back at me with an evil smile. I can see his golden tooth. Ew, his teeth look disgusting.

The unsettling man pushes me on the floor making me land on my butt.

"Well if you don't want to give me it nicely. We will have to do it the tough way." He laughs like a maniac. Oh shit, he is one! While undoing his fly I started to fear. Great now I'll get raped, something I wouldn't expect to get so soon.

A loud bang has brought both of our attentions. The backdoor has opened and several people went out. They all aimed to look at my about to be so called rapist.

"There he is. That's the punk that owns us money, get him boys." Multiple men start chasing the poor guy. He runs away like in the old cartoon movies. What a joke.

I get up once again cleaning my self up. This night couldn't get any tragic, right?

Looking over my phone, the clock hits 1 am. Over the two days, I been planning to leave this town. Doesn't matter for my exams. I want to get out of here and you know exactly where to! I'll go to England and start my own life there. Alone. With no one from America ruining my fucking life.

But the last bus to go there is in 5 minutes. Next bus to the airport is in two days. Shit. I have to hurry.

As I was walking to the Bus stop at the side near the closed shops. Stopping, I couldn't help but notice a bunch of robbers. They were all covered with dark masks and dark clothes. Lame.

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