My Rescuer ( A Niall Horan fanfic )

Reveal #3

Chapter 24

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride?"

"No it's okay. It isn't that far of a walk and you look like you're having fun. I'll be fine."

"Okay well like text me when you get home."

I nodded my head as I walked out the front door of the crowded house and into the fresh air. I looked back once more at the large house with the flashing lights and blaring music. This was not my type of fun. It was a bad idea for me to come here in the first place. I was just coming because Layla, being the party animal she is, was determined to attend this party, and I, being the awesome friend I am, decided to come with her.

As I walked down the driveway away from the front yard of this mansion like house, I've come to the conclusion that parties were not my thing.

I continued down the road leading back to my house at a normal pace. I wasn't really in a rush, I just didn't want to be at that party. I mean I'm friends with the girl who was throwing the party and of course I wanted to celebrate her 18th birthday at her party, I also wanted to go home and sleep way more.

I looked up from the sidewalk (because I always look down when I walk for some odd reason) and noticed how far I was from my house. I was maybe 5 minutes at the least, but I had to get through the rest of the worst part of town. This road scared me even during the daytime and at night my fears were just getting worse.

I quickened my pace just so I could get out of this part of town as fast as my legs would take me without running. I could see the corner I had to turn to get to my house. The end of this nightmare of a neighborhood and the beginning of a safer one. All separated by a street sign that was 10ft away from me.

As I turned the corner to relaxation, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me backwards. I started to shriek in fear but a huge masculine hand cover my mouth before a sound escaped my lips. I was roughly pushed up against a wall causing me to hit my head on its concrete structure. I widened my eyes when a man looking in his 30's appeared in front of me still covering my mouth, muffling my screams.

"Well aren't you a pretty one?" he said smiling at me.

My breaths became shallow as he continued to stare at me.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." He whispered to me.

I started struggling with all my force to get him off of me but it was no use. He wouldn't budge. I instinctively lifted my knee harshly kicking him in his private area but that only made him angry.

"I tried to be nice but I see that isn't working." He said angrily.

The last thing I saw was a hand coming towards my face before I blacked out.

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I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room. I had my hands tied above my head and my legs tied spread apart.

My clothes were gone.

"Oh you're awake. Good. I wanted you awake so I know that you'll feel what I feel." He reappeared from a different room and started slowly making his towards me.

"You are one of the prettiest ones I've ever seen."

By now he was hovering over me. I had my eyes closed praying this was all just a dream. But it wasn't