𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THIS THERE WILL BE A SUMMARY OF THIS CHAPTER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SO YOU WON'T MISS ANYTHING

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SOMEONE WAS FOLLOWING me. I could feel their eyes following my every move, whoever they were. I casually glance around the dark street. There was still nothing. My grasp on the blade that was tucked in my front pocket tightened. Whoever was following me wasn't gonna hurt me. I had learned from my and Ponyboy's walk from the movie theater.

I turn the corner into a narrow alley that I used sometimes for a quicker way home. My walking comes to a halt when the shadow of a man blocks the light to the exit. I freeze where I stand and take a step back as he takes a step forward, his face hidden by the shadows.

I flip around, freezing when the outline of a different man appears at the entrance of the alley. This small alley was narrow. Only wide enough for one person to walk at a time. I was trapped.

I feel a hand clasp on my shoulder, close to my neck. In reflex, I pull my knife, aiming to jab it at the man, only for him to dodge it and grip my wrist harshly, slamming it into the brick wall beside us. A yelp of pain leaves me, but it is muffled as the other soc shoves a handkerchief into my mouth.

"I really wouldn't try anything stupid right now." The one with the firm hold on me whispers in my ear, his words slurred. His hot breath on my ear made my stomach clench, and I yanked away from him, causing him to squeeze my throbbing wrist. One hand held my throbbing wrist while his other arm trapped my arms to my sides, his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing just enough to show me that I was powerless and at this stranger's mercy.

Another groan of pain leaves me and I hold back tears that threaten to fall. "Shhh, shhh, calm down. We're not gonna hurt you, pretty girl." The one in front of me coos, his hand twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. I snarl through the handkerchief, thrashing my body, causing the one holding me to hold me tighter, squeezing my neck harder, causing my airway to be cut off.

My eyes bulge out of my head as I thrash again, my eyes filling with tears as my heart pounds in my ears from lack of oxygen. I thrash my body, desperate for air that I almost think they won't allow me to have until "That's enough." The man in front of me says. Relief fills me as the man's hand loosens around my neck. I could feel the bruises forming as I forced chunks of air into my lungs through my nostrils.

The man in front of me bends down and, seconds later, comes back up. My knife's blade shines in the dim lighting of the alley, and my body tenses as he presses it firmly to my cheek. I hold back a wince as I feel the sharp blade start to cut my skin. "You feel that?" The man in front of me whispers, forcing the blade further into my face causing me to wince. I could feel warm blood start to ooze from the wound.

I shudder as he trails the knife from my cheek, down my neck and front stopping on my stomach and pressing lightly. I suck in a breath not able to stop the tremble in my body as blood drips from my cheek.

I didn't understand why this was happening. I haven't pissed anyone off, as far as I know. So who the hell are these people? From the way they smelt of expensive cologne and wine, I knew they were Socs. Maybe they were just doing this for fun. Their slurred words told me they were definitely drunk.

"You're little friend killed ours, you know that?" The soc hums, his voice numb. A shard of ice stabs through my stomach and I feel like I'm about to throw up. Were they going to kill me? They definitely had the money to get away with it. "And he gets to walk a free man. Do you think that's fair? Hm?" The soc questions. My body jerks as I feel his hand slide up my shirt, his cold palm flattening against my stomach.