sophia is working on getting a better life for her and her brothers. she never thought she would find someone who intrigured as much as owen clark did. he was what she needed all along. like a invisable line drawing them to each other. read about ow...
The boys have hockey practice so I drop them off at the rink and end up going to the gym since Vivian is going to be with Zach all night. The gym on campus is pretty empty when I walk in, there's only two boys and another girl. Walking up to the bench press I notice that it's eerily quiet. I must be paranoid. I mean there's nothing wrong here. The two boys are lifting the weights and the girl is doing squats. There is nothing wrong and everyone is doing something, and yet I feel like I'm being watched. Walking over to my gym bag to check my phone I noticed a random number texted me.
970-811-9564: Sophia, I miss you dear. I saw you walking in the parking lot of the gym today.
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I chose to ignore the number until my phone goes off again.
970-811-9564: Stop ignoring me! I can see that you read my message.
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970-811-9564: I tried being nice Sophia!
I'm freaking out now. Whoever this person is, they're following me. I quickly pack up my stuff and run to my car. Before I make it inside, a dark figure walks up behind me and puts a hand over my mouth, grabbing my waist. The dark figure is dragging me towards the alleyway.
"Mhm!" I'm trying to scream. Everything is going dark.
"Shut up!" The person said. It sounds like a man.
"Help!!"
"Sophia?!?!"
He pushes me up against the brick wall and starts to undress me. I'm losing strength. They slam a kiss onto my lips. I can't fight him, he is too strong.
"Stop fighting me you bitch."
He exclaims as he cuts me. First my wrist, then my stomach, then my upper thigh. It hurts so bad. I'm crying now. "Get off her, you dick!" Someone pulls the man off me and I fall to the ground.
"Sophia? Are you okay?" The second person says. I recognize his voice. He goes to grab my arm and I flinch away. Shying into the corner of the alley.
"Stop! Don't touch me!" I scream as I curl farther into myself.
"Sophie, it's Andrew, Carter is here with me. It's okay, we won't hurt you."
His voice is calm and steady. I don't know how. Andrew sounds familiar but I'm so distorted I don't know what happened.
"Andrew?"
"She's Okay, Carter. Can you call Owen and have him meet us at the hospital?"
"Yeah of course."
"Sophia, can I pick you up?" I try to speak but my throat is raw from screaming so much. I nod instead. My shirt is off and torn to shreds and there's blood streaming down my body. Andrew picks me up and starts to carry me. By the time we reach his truck I'm no longer crying. He sits me down in the back seat and buckles me in.
Carter is there getting in the passenger side of the truck. It's silent as we drive to their house. I'm so tired of fighting.
