Chapter 1

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I was taking a short cut through one of the alleys like I always did. I know I shouldn't do that, as it is dangerous, especially at night but I was extremely tired and wanted to get back home as quickly as possible.

My partner, Elliot and I had just wrapped up one of our most horrific and stressful cases yet. A young girl of 13 had been sexually molested by her father as well as abused but I won't bore you with all the details.

Anycase, as I was speed walking down the alley, I heard a noise coming somewhere from behind one of the many dumpsters that were cluttered around. I was curious to see who was behind there, so side stepping and hopping over garbage that littered the floor, I made my way to the dumpster.

Now, by the time I had gotten to the dumpster, the noise had stopped and it was quiet once again. I just shrugged and thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me.

"Was anyone there?" Nick asks, interrupting me.

"I was getting there." I reply, sipping my water. I crossed my legs and continued with the story.

I remember looking behind the dumpster, just to see a pile of cardboard boxes and some black bags. The smell was terrible, so I quickly backed off. Again, I was side stepping and hopping over trash.

It was really dark and I could hardly see a thing and it had to be that specific day that I forgot to bring my flashlight with me.

"Did you ever fall and hurt yourself?" Elliot grinned.

I glared at him. "No, but I did get shoved. Just shut up and listen to the story."

I was nearly at the end of the alley and I was glad, it scared the hell outta me when I walked the alley.

I felt a pair of hands grab me and shove me to the ground. The person who pushed me was male. I knew that bit cause his hands were large and had a rough feel to them.

"What happened next?" Amanda leaned forward with interest.

"Can nobody tell a story without any interruptions?" I complain.

"Sorry." Amanda smiled. "You may continue.

'Detective Benson.' the guy said in my ear. His hands running up and down my body. 'Nice to finally meet you.'

I tried wiggling my way out from under him but he was just too strong for me.

The guy started grinding me and his hands were around my throat in a choke hold. Not long after, he stood up and unbuckled his belt and pushed his down his pants.

I tried standing up but he just kicked me in the ribs before hovering over me and forcing himself into me after ripping off my pants.

It lasted no longer than 10 minutes. By the time it was over and the guy gone, I had no idea what hit me. Nothing like that had ever happened before and I felt dirty, worthless.

Finally, I started groping around in the dark for my pants. After finding them, I carefully stood up and put on my clothes. An instanst headache had come as I stood up.

Then I just carried on walking home, pretending nothing had happened.

"Oh my God, how could you not tell us this?" exclaimed Elliot.

"I don't know. As I said, I felt dirty and worthless." I shrug.

Amanda stood up and came round to give me a hug. "Well, I thought you handled it pretty well."

"Awh, thanks but wait till I tell you how I reacted to what happened when I arrived home." I groan.

Amanda took a seat again. "So, what you waiting for? Spill the beans."

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