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Chapter 9: 'impure.'

HUGE TW!!:
MENTIONS OF R4PE & SEXUAL HARASSMENT

No one's p.o.v:

It had been a while since Amy had met the Afton's and after a lot of persuading she had convinced William to let her stay as opposed to staying in the rustic old pizzeria. Her room was in the spare room and was practically empty and plain white except for a bed with a thick mattress and hotel-like sheets.

Amy still liked to leave the house every so often, with a lace choker or turtle neck to cover her injury and a hoodie to cover her identity as a missing child from years prior. She walked along an empty dark tree lined street that led to a small convenience shop near a liquor store hayley frequently visited after Terence's disappearance-. . . Terence's death. Usually this path was safe for her, nobody was about since she had taken the route at extremely early hours before sunrise for safety, but that doesn't mean there never was anyone there before. She had to fight a teenager once and only got away because he was severely drunk and had stumbled over a curb and fallen head first into a jagged fence, giving her the chance to run. This night was one of those unlucky nights when people would get drunk and gang up at any dark alleyway they could find, it was a Saturday night at 2:18 Am.

Amy's POV:

"Hey Evvy, i-im going o-out a walk, b-be back late-er" I say whilst slipping my hoodie on over my forever blood covered shirt and fix my eye patch. He opens his door and shoots a thumbs up and a finger gun at me before shutting it again, it's his own way of saying 'Okay! See you later, stay safe' without actually having to say anything. I smile and make my way downstairs, shutting the door behind me and heading towards my usual route. I made it around half way through the brick lined alleyway which had spray paint vandalized across the stone before a man staggered over to me, very clearly intoxicated
'Hey there pretty lady what are you doing here alone' He cooed in a very suggestive tone. I pulled my hood down to get a clearer look at him, he had a smug smirk across his face and his eyes shared a sinister misdemeanor.
"S-sir--"
'so formal hey?'
He stepped closer, placing a hand on my shoulder and dragging it up and down the upper half of my arm. My face twisted into a disgusted frown as I shook his hand off. He didn't seem very happy about that and he shoved me against the stone wall.
"Go a-away."
I say as loud as I can without blood blocking my throat. He doesn't listen, his hand travels under my hoodie and he forces it off. I try to fight him off but he won't give it up. His hand makes it way below my shirt onto the bare skin on my waist. My blood turns ice cold, I can feel my bones chattering within me as he forces his lips onto mine. He shoves his hand under my skirt and puts his other hand on my chest. I attempt to yell but it only blocks my throat and makes me choke, I scream as much as possible but it's too late and everyone is already asleep, except for me and him. He forces me to the ground and forces my skirt off, I kicked at him but he just grabbed my legs and forced them apart. I screamed and cried and pleaded but nothing I did stopped him, he was going to get his way and he knew it. He forced my hands against the ground above my head and shoved his head against my neck.

Evans P.O.V:
I said goodbye to Amy a few hours ago and usually she only takes an hour or 20 minutes when she's extra tired. I'm beginning to worry about her but I'm sure she can defend herself, besides the last time I went out I almost got arrested so I better stay inside. I heard dad yell her name around 10 minutes ago but Michael informed him she's still on a walk.

Amy's P.O.V:
It was another three hours before he was done and when he was he walked away with a wide grin spread across his face as if he had just won an award, as if he had just done the best deed known to man. Whilst I felt unclean and dirty, practically half naked in the cold on a hard gravel floor with cuts and bruises littering my pale porcelain skin, I felt exhausted and unexplainably violated. My eye was aching from crying and I felt as though I couldn't breathe. My heart was pounding but had also stopped beating, I was sore all over and my legs felt dislocated. I wobbled to my feet and immediately fell down, I crawled over and threw my hoodie and skirt back on and struggled my way home, it had begun to rain after I had left the shelter of the alleyway but there was no way I was entering that alley ever. Again.

When I got home William and Evan were asking me why I was gone for so long and even Michael seemed a bit curious but I just shoved past them with all of the strength left in my and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I began to run the bath while tears streamed down my cheeks, I wondered if I turned off the tap would I still be able to fill the bath with simply my tears. When the bath finally filled I stripped and stepped in, the warm water scolded my skin for a minute but it still didn't feel enough to burn the hand prints from my body, his germs intertwined with mine. His saliva is forever in my mouth, never to be clean again, never to be clean again, never to be clean again... I would never be pure, I would never be clean again. I felt the hot water still and my body got used to the temperature. I picked up a loofa and soaked it in whatever soap was there and began to frantically crub my arms and my sides, my stomach and my legs until my skin felt chapped and rigid and it was raw and red. I eventually got so tired and drained that I simply passed out in the bath after practically scratching a whole layer of my skin off. I still felt impure, my unconscious body lay in the foamy water. My naked unclean body in still, clean water. Would I ever be pure again?..