I began to struggle, but it was useless. I'm not strong enough.The feeling of his warm breath against my cheek. My eyes close with fright.
"Let me go!"
I screamed helplessly, but I doubt anyone could hear me. I'm in the middle of the woods with this...person. My words echoed about the room.
"Now where's the fun in that?!"
The young man said loudly. The tone in his voice scared me. Suddenly I felt one of his hands against my upper thigh. I let out a loud shriek and prayed that someone; anyone, could hear me. His hand came up and hit the side of my face hard. I felt the burn within seconds and stop.
He whispers something into my ear and my eyes run wide. I scream again, struggling for my life and I kick him hard.
"Feisty...I like it"
He leaned in closer and breathed heavily into my ear letting out a loud growl, trying to intimidate me. He suddenly turned me around, so fast my head spun; we were now face to face. He was about my age, maybe a couple years older.
Before I could say or do anything, he forced a wet cloth onto my mouth. I stopped breathing and held my breathe, but I could feel the drug overpowering me. He lightens the grip that held my hands together and I try to hit him, but I fall forward onto his chest.
THE NEXT DAY
I wake up on top of a very comfy bed. For a second I thought I was home and everything that happened wa- wait. What happened last night? My head hurt and I lift my hand to rub my temple. I have a hangover. Just then, I hear a loud THUMP coming from downstairs. I sit up fast and see that i'm still dressed in my black, peachy dress that one of the girls let me borrow.
I make my way out of the room:
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And down a long corridor that led to a large staircase that round the side of the room. I started to walk down, but I bend down so if someone were to walk by, they wouldn't see me. When I reach the bottom without making any sounds, I'm in the livingroom by the looks of it.
There's a couch with four guys sitting next to each other and their feet were on top of a small coffee table. They're watching a movie on the tv against the wall. From looking at their backs, they are around the same age.
One has black hair that was spiked up on the top and the sides shaved. There was one with blonde hair, than sitting next to him was a boy with light, brown hair and the sides were also shaved. The last one had even lighter brown, tousled hair.
I look past them and I see a door. There was a window next to it and the sun was shining though. It's the front door.
Hoping they wouldn't notice me, I slowly slide my knees across the parquet floor; crawling and praying that my dress doesn't rip. As I continue sliding quietly across the floor. I came directly behind the couch and the ground decided to make a loud
CREAK!
The boys were alerted and I had no other choice but to run for the door in my tight dress. I stood up and ran up to the door, grabbing the knob and twisting it open. Thankfully it wasn't locked and I take off like a lightening bolt as one of the boys yell
"Oh Shit, Get Her!"
grabbing everyone's attention in the state. Note the sarcasm. I had no idea how many of them there were, but I knew one thing; i'm getting out of here if it's the last thing I do.
I try running down the 4 steps that are in front of the house, but end up face planting into the ground as I trip over a huge plant on the last step.
I fall to the ground and land onto a part of pavement. My stomach felt sore and I wince at the sudden pain. I could hardly move, yet I crawled for my life.
I struggle to stand up, while in the mists of running. Before I notice they stopped chasing me, I was almost a mile away.
