Forever Saved By You

Chapter One: Everything Is Numb

        READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS STORY IS UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION AS OF AUGUST 18, 2014. 

        For more details, make you sure you read the description of this story if you haven't already. (: 

        -PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE (A/N) AT THE END. IT WILL TELL YOU WHETHER THE CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED AT ALL OR NOT. 

        Enjoy! :D 

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF-HARM. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

But seriously, if you're under like 16, please ask your parents. 

Otherwise...ENJOY! :D 

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(Alicia's P.O.V.)

I scream.

No response.

I yell.

No response.

I cry.

No response.

Why can't anyone hear me? Why don't they come? Why doesn't someone wake up and look outside their window to see the bloody girl with her clothes half ripped off, hanging in shreds around her body while she screams bloody-murder? 

I know I've said that I was screaming bloody-murder before, but this time I'm literally screaming bloody-murder, because that's what this is, except this is also bloody rape. And it's so cold. I left my hoodie in my locker, not that it'd be much use now. It would probably be splattered with blood, and torn. Just like the rest of my clothes. 

I knew I should've listened to Caden and waited at school for him to pick me up. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I couldn't believe myself. I, of all people, should not be walking alone in the dark, especially through this neighborhood, where my ex-boyfriend could be lurking, ready to swoop in and—

I stop my train of thought right there. No need to revisit that package of memories.

I refocus my attention on where I was going: away from that...guy. Whoever he was, I haven't seen or heard him for a couple blocks. Maybe I'd lost him...? No. It was too much to hope. I crouch behind some garbage cans and attempt to silence my clattering teeth, slow my breathing, and steady my racing heart. I hug myself, and try to think of my situation.

I am in an alley, behind a few garbage cans. I have a vague idea of where I'm located: somewhere in downtown Seattle. I knew it well. If I can get out of my hiding spot, out of the alley, I know I can find my way home. But what if I run into ...him? I was in really good shape. I could run long distances, and possibly do about twenty or thirty pull-ups. I could dance for hours. I used to take self-defense classes too. But I've already run so far tonight, and dance was a particularly hard rehearsal. 

Ugh, what am I saying? I can't take him down. He's, like, double my mass, half a foot taller, and a hell of a lot stronger. Plus he has a knife, maybe a gun even, and God knows what else.

Once again I'm attacked by my own thoughts telling me I wouldn't be in this mess if only I had listened to Caden and stayed at the school. If only my phone hadn't died. If only I had remembered my pocketknife. If only, if only, if only...

If only my dad hadn't been deployed and still sparred with me. If only I still wrestled with my boyfriend — ex-boyfriend now. If only Caden and I still got into fist-fights. If only my instructor hadn't quit training me in self-defense. If only, if only, if only...