Unexpected. (N.H)

Fists up.

Prologue//Anastasia.

It probably wasn't the smartest idea for Anastasia to go to that party that Saturday night.

It probably wasn't the best thing to take all those Jell-O shots alone at that party.

But probably the stupidest thing Anastasia did that night was after the party.

Drunk, alone, and lost she walked through the dark streets of Chicago.

Anastasia had just moved to Chicago last month and was still fairly new to the area. She barely knew where she was going while sober, never mind drunk off Jell-O shots and some iffy brownies.

As a gust of wind swept past her, pushing her dress up, she shivered.

She already regretted every decision she made that night. She wished she was at home, in bed, cuddled up with a book and hot chocolate.

"är du så jävla skämta?" She whispered to her self in Swedish, cursing her decisions.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Two men evilly laughed. They were dressed head to toe in black, creepy smiles on their faces. The two men's appearances just screamed 'PEDOPHILES' in big neon letters above their heads.

Anastasia stepped back, fear evident in her eyes but her face remained hard, emotionless.

"Go away." She barked, her accent heavy.

"Is that an accent I detect?" The tall one with black, slicked-back hair ticks.

"I think I hear it too, Rob." The shorter, chubbier of the two chuckles.

"Leave me alone!" She shouts and continues to back up.

Soon Anastasia's back hits the hard bricks of a building. The two stand, towering over the blond with menacing smiles.

"Looks like you're trapped." Rob smirks.

"Get off me!" The girl sheiks, thrashing her arms around, only to have them being pinned to the wall behind her.

Being so tiny, it was not hard for them to take control of her.

"Calm down sweet cheeks." The cubby man hissed.

Anastasia doesn't listen. She keeps screaming and lashing her arms and legs violently, desperate to get free from the disgusting men's grip.

"Make her stop moving!" One screams.

"Hold her down, I'll calm her down." The other barks.

"Hjälp! Hjälp!" Anastasia screams for help in Swedish, seeming to forget all English.

No one speaks Swedish.

A voice reminds her from the back of her mind.

She didn't care though, the short man's hands were tightly gripping both of her arms to the cold bricks, making it almost impossible for her to move.

Rob pulled out a cloth from his leather jacket and slowly inched it towards her face.

"Do it!" The man holding Anastasia's wrists screamed.

The last thing you could hear on that dark and empty street was Anastasia's piercing screams that were slowly dying out.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

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Okay so this is my nEW Liam story and I decided to post the prologue so you could see it and see if you like it and maybe read it ?

I'm really excited to keep writing this and if you read it I hope you like it :-)

-Soph xx