Finding my mate.

Save me

Ellas POV

The following week flew by, and I haven't been this happy since well... it's been a while.

My classes are going great, except for my math class. I struggle a little bit, not too much, though. Katie and I have become so close that we have become best friends, and we practically spend every moment of our free time together.

I heaved my backpack onto my shoulder and started toward school math first.

It was relatively early, but the early September morning felt good.

Walking by an alleyway, I heard a very loud growling. It sounded like an animal, so I stopped.

"Hello," I asked, peering down.


Bro, what the fuck is wrong with me? I just said hello to fucking animals. I scolded myself as I walked further; maybe an animal needs my help.

It was already pretty dark outside, so being in the alleyway made it darker.


I took off my backpack to get my phone and flashlight when I heard footsteps.

I looked up, and so did men looking at me like I was their last meal.

The first one had filthy and shaggy hair, was tall, and had scruffed-up pants that needed washing. I couldn't make his facial features out, but one thing I did see was the eye patch covering his right eye.

The second guy had what looked to be nicer clothes. He had a full beard with very hairy sideburns, and his whole face was practically covered in hair.

"Hel-lo, I u-m heard some a noise, and just wanted to make sure everything was o-k" I stuttered out keeping eye contact.

The guy with the eye-patched laughed.

"A pretty little thing like you shouldn't concern yourself with noises down an alleyway; you might get hurt."

He sent me a smile that made my skin crawl.

I slowly started to back up.

When the second said

"Hey, where are you going? We need help." he couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing.

"Yeah, my dick needs some help; help us since you so sweetly offered," the creepy dude with the eye patch added.

At this point, I was fucking terrified. I looked back to see how close I was to the street, trying to decide if running would be a good idea.

They saw me turn my head because the hairy dude piped up.

"Run, I dare, you'll never make it, even if no one will see you this early in the morning.

I sighed, knowing he was right. They started taking steps toward me, and I bolted.

Even if they are correct, I at least need to try.

As I was running, I looked back at my backpack, which was still on the ground, and stopped.

I couldn't leave it there. It had Miggyy, my stuffed pig.

I know what you think: why would you risk your life for some stupid stuffed animal, especially a pig?

Well, first of all, Miggy isn't stupid, and second of all, Miggy is my only support. She has been there since day one; she is my only life support. 

Then, the second guy noticed my backpack, and he aggressively picked it up.

"Well, isn't today our lucky day, ay Jack, he said, rendering to his buddy a beautiful girl and a bag full of belongings. Let's see what's so important in here."

I stood there frozen as he dumped everything out onto the ground.

My laptop, my books, Miggy, my toys.

Jack then picked up Miggy, and I panicked.

"What the fuck is this? What kind of adult keeps baby toys in her fucking backpack."

I barely registered what he said because the next thing I know I jumped on him trying to get Miggy, she's mine no one but me gets to play with her.

"Giver her back; she's mine," I growled, kicking him. I kicked Jack square in the balls, and he doubled over in pain. I took the opportunity to grab Miggy and run.

I got Maybe two steps before I was being pulled back by my hair. The motion caused me to drop Miggy.

I tried to break free to get Miggy, but Jack collected himself and picked Miggy up while Hairy Face was holding me.

"You're going to regret that, you little bitch, he screamed in my face."

He then slapped me so hard that my head whipped to the side.

Before I could truly register the pain, he punched me square in the gut, and he didn't stop until I saw blood. 

It felt like forever before he was done; bruises littered my body.

I forced myself to stay conscious; the vile taste of blood stayed in my mouth. Miggy has been there for me, and I need to return the favor.

"I don't know about you, Jack, but seeing her body like this is turning me on" the hairy guy still holding me by the hair.

"Please, no, I begged." I was losing the battle slowly, but I was trying.

"Why should we listen to you, your just an adult who likes baby shit," he laughed.

"You risked your life for a fucking stuffed pig," he said, shoving Miggy in my face. "but I am glad you did because it made it easier on us."

He took his pants, and his dick hung freely; he started to stroke himself in front of me. I forced myself to look away, not giving the man the satisfaction.

"God he groaned your pussy is going to feel so good."

Then, there was a whoosh of wind.

"You know what else is going to feel good? My fist when hits your face."

A melodious voice sang from a distance. I looked up to find the source and realized it was Mrs. Black.

My eyes widened in shock because her eyes were bright red, and she had fangs.

The next thing I know, I am being dropped on the floor.

"I watch Jack throw Miggy to the side; he was going to fight Mrs black, same with the hairy face guy, because they stayed towards her, leaving me and Miggy.

I immediately crawled over to Miggy and hugged her; having her in my arms was all I needed. I curled up on the floor, holding her. 

I heard noises from them, but it sounded distant. I clung on to Miggy tighter. 

With that, the darkness took over.