Tears of an Angel (Cancelled)

1: Anya's Incident (Anya's POV)

Warning: In this chapter there is a rape scene. It is significant to her meeting with Nathan. If it's too disturbing for you don't read it.

December 26 9.45 PM

I had been in town for a week now. I knew my address, and all the clubs and concert venues. I knew how to get from my house to the grey building called the locals called school, the place I would be attending in a week or so. I made my way home from my favorite shop in town, in any town really- Hot Topic. My new Bunny and Carrots hoodie was wrapped around me securely, keeping the cold December air.

A beefy hand shot out of a dim alley and over my mouth and the other hand grabbed my arm, dragging me into the shadowy alley. I let out a muffled scream. The figure that grabbed me held something sharp against my throat. His eyes were an icy blue color and they stared at me harshly. He pinned my against the cold brick wall.

“Please, let me go,” I pleaded quietly.

“Don't say a word,” a voice said, but the figures lips didn't move. Another figure stepped out of the shadows. "Understood?" I was too stupefied to move or say anything. His hands moved to my belt buckle and my eyes grew wide. I screamed behind the hand and plead with my teary eyes. “Stop moving, girl,” he said. I kicked and thrashed but I guess that just annoyed them. The knife was pressed to my throat and I stopped moving.

“I'm glad you got our point,” the guy with the knife said. It wasn't long before our pants were around our ankles. I squeezed my eye shut and soon I felt a pain down there as one of them entered me. I bit my lip to stop a scream for coming out of my mouth, for I was in fear that they would slit my throat if I did. He thrusted faster and harder. It wasn't long before I felt him explode inside me. Tears fell down from my eyes. I endured the pain again as the other guy raped me. I bit my lip hard, blood seeping into my mouth. My vision was blurred with tears. He cursed and stopped mid thrust.

*end of sexual content*

“Hey!” I heard a voice yell. Zippers were zipped and buttons were buttoned as my assailants threw me to the cold ground. They took off running to God knows where. I closed my eyes and curled into the fetal position hoping no one could see me shaking uncontrollably. The only thing that I could feel at the moment was shock and grief for myself. The owner of the voice walked in my direction. I silently pleaded that he wouldn't notice me at this time. “Oh my gosh...” he gasped. “Are-- are you okay?” he stuttered. When I didn't say anything he put his hands on m y shaking shoulders and sat me against the wall. He put a hand on my shoulder and I cried into my knees. I was humiliated and violated. He averted his green eyes to the ground and blushed, then averted his gaze again. I gasped when I realized my pants were still around my ankles. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I quickly pulled them up and buckled my belt.

“I'm going to leave,” I said, my voice hoarse. I stood up and walked away.

“Wait,” he said, his hand arm my arm. “You wouldn't happen to have a car, would you?”

“No, I don't,” I said, staring at the ground.

“I get off my shift in hour, do you want me to take you home?” he asked.

“Oh you don't have to...” I trailed.

“It's no problem at all. Trust me, not everyone here is a criminal,” he said seriously.

“Okay,” I caved. I have no idea why I did, I was just violated and this stranger expected me to trust him. For some reason, I felt like I should. He took my hand and pulled me inside the building. It was an elegant kitchen. I stared in awe at the scene in front of me. The cold air inside nipped at my arms.