Chapter Nine:
Paige’s POV:
I woke up to a pounding headache and an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I tried to sit up but my head violently protested so I settled for gently turning my head trying to get a glimpse of my surroundings.
I was in what appeared to be an abandoned alley in a part of London that I’d never been to before and the sun was up so at least I made it through the night.
I slowly wiggled my hands on either side of my trying not to shock my body by the sudden movements and was relieved to find my bag was next to me.
I sat up and found that the pounding protests in my head were slowly fading and in their place came the memories of what happened last night.
The three men from last night had given me some form of the date-rape drug and had somehow dragged me here and had raped me. Each taking their own turns with my used and abused body. They had stabbed me, beat me, cut me; and in the end forced themselves on me and I was so drugged up from whatever they had given me that all I could do was lie there and take it.
In that moment I literally hated my life. It wasn’t fair. I was raped by four men in less than a twenty four hour time period and one of those men was my father and the other three I didn’t even know so much as a name.
I decided I should leave in case the men intended to come back and finish the job.
I grabbed my bag and began to stand up as a wave of dizziness threatened to overtake me; but I refused to succumb to it.
I walked out of the alley and onto the sidewalk and saw that this was one of the richer parts of London. Well great, just my luck, no one was going to help me here; not that I’d ask for help, but a little assistance would be nice. You know, before I collapsed here on the street and bled to death….
But whatever, I just needed to keep walking and try to distract myself and if the bleeding didn’t stop soon I’d try to figure something out. I looked both left and right and tried to decide which way would lead me to a more familiar place. But in the end I simply ended up going left because of that old, worn out, cliché saying that said “when nothing’s going right, go left”.
I had been walking for about forty minutes when I stopped dead in my tracks. No, it couldn’t be him. Oh, but it was. I started to turn around, and hoped against all hope that he hadn’t seen me.
“Paige?”
I guess it was too late. I tried to run, but my legs collapsed out from under me and he seemed to have moved with the wind because he caught me right before my head crashed onto the pavement.
“Paige? Paige?!” he yelled into my face.
What am I going to do? How will I get out of this? Maybe I can convince him it’s not me.
“Paige, answer me! I know it’s you!” his voice roared.
