My Protector

Saviour

There he stood. The 40 year old pedo that ordered a prostitute for me last night.

His eyes were bloodshot, telling me he was high. He was in a white t-shirt, his gut flopping out disgustingly. His greasy hair was swept to the side and he had a cigar in his mouth.

"Leave me alone Peter." I spat, letting confidence seep through my voice despite the fear.

He smirked at me, his yellow teeth on display.

"Or what princess?" He taunted, taking a step closer. His odour hit my nose and I scrunched it up in disgust.

"Or I'll call the police." I spat again. His smirk only grew.

"Now if you do that, you'll get kicked outta your place."

Damn.

I turned around to leave, but he grabbed my arm roughly.

"Let me go fucker." I growled at him. His big hand covered almost my entire forearm, and I could feel the bruise forming.

He chuckled in my ear as I struggled to get away.

"I finally have you right where I want you."

I started to panic. I didn't know what to do. I tried to hit him, but I couldn't because he grabbed my other arm and crushed my back against him. I tried to kick him, but he was too close.

I was so scared. No one was passing by to see. I prayed someone would show up.

"Stop struggling princess. You're just making it worse." He laughed, the sound echoing in my ear and feeding the fear that was rapidly growing within me.

"Fuck you sicko!" I yelled, frustration starting to get the best of me.

"How about we get you up to my place?"

It was more a statement then a question.

"No! Let me go! Help! Someone help!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. He gathered my wrists in one hand and clamped the other grimmy one on my mouth.

"It's not rape when you want it." His hot breath swept over my ear, making me shiver in anything but pleasure.

Tears started to well up and I could feel a lump in my throat the size of an elephant. He started leading me inside, forcefully pushing me. I tried with everything I had to refuse. He was too fucking strong.

"Avalon! What the hell! Hey, you!"

Someone was calling my name. I don't know who. I don't care who. They were saving me.

Peter groaned.

"What do you want?!" He spat in annoyance.

My savior said something, but I couldn't pay attention. I was too busy having a mental breakdown.

After a second, Peter let me go. I scrambled away, practically sprinting out the door. I ran to my car, getting in and locking the doors 3 times just to make sure I was safe.

Sobs wracked my throat.

I almost got raped, and I couldn't even do anything about it. Raped.

All this because I was alone. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve living in a horrible place like this, selling drugs for a living and scraping by in everything I do? It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

A knock on my window made me jump, fear soaring through me like a wild fire. My breathing got erratic, and I could feel a panic attack coming.

Aydan's concerned face filled my blurry vision when I looked up.