Don't look back

Chapter three

"Oh, shit!" I yelled at my friend Beth. I was over at her house and mom told me to be home at 10. It was 11:30 and my phone was dead. I quickly grabbed my sandals, said goodbye to Beth, and sprinted out the door. I should have stayed. I shouldn't have tried to walk home, by myself in the dark. Beth's parents were there, as well as her older brother visiting from college. Any one of them could've given me a ride. I didn't think. I sprinted around a dark corner and decided to take a short cut by going through an alley. I was halfway through when I was grabbed from behind and thrown on the ground with someone's hand on my mouth. It was a man, early 20s maybe, who had brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. Fear shot through my body like a rocket as I tried bucking my body away. He pinned his body on mine, grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands above my head. He kept the other on my mouth. I tried biting him but he retaliated by punching me. Again. And again. Face, stomach, legs. I started to cry thinking I would die here. Then everything got much worse. He ripped my shorts off and unzipped his jeans. He pulled down my underwear and then he was hurting me...hurting me...hurting me. Then he zipped up his pants and ran away. That's when the cloud first came to me.