Broken

Chapter 3: How did this happen?

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I paused dead in my tracks.

Where the hell am I? I think to myself.

I looked around and found nothing but trees.

I look down at my phone and saw that the time was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shit.

It's been an hour already that school let out.

When I ran from Jaxon, I sort of kept running. And for a while. That's one thing about me that people who knew me found extremely weird, other than the whole mute thing. I love to run. I can run for long periods of time without getting tired. It was noon when I left the school and it was one thirty when I stopped running. I wanted to collapse but I didn't. I just walking. I hadn't run for that long, or that fast, for a really long time.

I've been walking for about an hour and a half. I guess my feet have a mind of their own, or my subconscious took over because now I'm lost.

He is going to murder me.

No?? Really? I didn't realize I missed an episode of no shit Sherlock.

(A/N: If you know where that's from then I love you.)

Shut up.

I have no idea where I am or how I'm going to get to Hell #1. Well isn't this just a hoot?

Oh my God. Who are you? 'Hoot'? Really?

I sigh. I guess I'm just going to have to keep walking and hope for the best.

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So my 'keep walking and hope for the best' plan semi-worked.

It is now seven o'clock in the evening and yes, it took me four fucking hours to get out of that fucking forest. And you can't laugh either because after a while every tree just started mixing together and looking the same.

And I may or may not have passed out at some point from tiredness and dehydration.

So...

The good part: I know where I am. I am now in a place with civilization that doesn't pee wherever the hell they want. For the most part. But this place is better known as Charleston.

The bad part: I still don't really know how to get out of here and I'm in the worst side of town. You know? The one with the junkies and criminals.

I have a feeling that this isn't going to end very well for me.

I pull out my phone as I stand by a lamp post in front of an alleyway. The only one lighting up the street.

It's dark and scary, and I know I sound like a child but right now, I feel like one. And I'm pretty damn sure if I don't find a way out of here soon, I'm going to have to relive a lot of unwanted memories from my "childhood".

I shutter just at the thought of those memories.

But that is a long ass story for another day when someone actually gives two shits.

So never.

It's now nine o'clock at night and, yes, once again, I've been wondering around for two whole fucking hours, going in circles trying to find a way out of here.

You would think by now I would have at least made it to a different town or something, but no. No I'm still stuck in this home-of-prostitutes-and-heroin-and-porn town.

With each passing second I get more and more anxious for when I finally make it out of this Hell #3 and get home to Hell #1 and receive the ass-beating of a lifetime.

I'm not even sure I want to go back. Either way I'm in some sort of hell. If you haven't already figured it out, everything about life just screams "Hell!" to me.

The sound of a beer bottle falling to the ground, miraculously without breaking, and rolling, brings me out of my thoughts.

I turn around to find a man, slumping over, clearly drunk, trudging down the alleyway.

Towards me.

I start to panic, not sure of what to do. I can't call anyone because I don't have anyone to call. I can't run because I mean, where the fuck would I be running to? All I would be doing is delaying my life ending. And even though that sounds good, hypothetically speaking, I'd still be screwed in the end.

I decide to stay where I am and hope that I can take him down if he comes near me. I mean, he's drunk for Christ's sake, he can't possibly have that much strength.

Right?

All of the sudden I'm yanked by my waist, making me drop my backpack, and thrown up against a cold brick wall.

Goddammit I was lost in my thoughts for too long!!

I try to compose myself and knee the guy in his man hood but it's no use. He has my legs wrapped and tucked under his, restraining me from moving. He had my hands held up on the wall above my head so I had no form of defense. I was pathetic. I couldn't even fight back. Not even with words. I haven't talked in ten years, I'm not even sure if I can anymore. It's been so long. I don't even know if I should, the street was empty with the exception of me and my attacker the last time I checked.

Speaking of. This guy is currently, very roughly, might I add, sucking on my neck and he doesn't smell of alcohol which catches me off guard. Did he fake being drunk to fool me? Mother fucker! I'm not even mad at him- I mean I am- but I'm more mad at myself for falling for it.

I decided that taking my chances with screaming was a good idea unless I wanted to repeat all those nights as a kid.

"Help." My voice comes out horse and barely out in a whisper.

My attacker chuckles as he begins to unzip his jeans.

I begin to panic. "Help!" My voice comes a bit stronger, but not by much.

I try again, "Help!" Now I'm louder, up to an average person's voice, a bit squeaky, but still better than nothing.

My attacker chuckles again as he runs his hands down the inside of my pants and underwear.

"There is no one here to hear you scream, so go ahead, scream. It turns me on."

I begin to panic even more and although I didn't want to entice him, I needed to believe someone was out there. That I couldn't be alone.

I begin screaming as loud as I can as he unzips my pants.

I shut my eyes in the hope he will disappear and I will be free.

Just as quick as I feel his member touch me, I feel nothing at all.

No hands on my wrists, or legs on my legs. There is no pressure on me what so ever. As it registers in my head that I'm free, I pull up my underwear and jeans up and open my eyes. What I see is something I never thought I'd see in a million years.

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Ooohh. Cliffhanger.

I'm pretty sure a lot of you can guess what is going to happen next but I don't know, I might switch it up up a little bit, you never know. Okay anyways, bye!

-A