First Love

Chapter 5

I didn't know what to do. I was lost, looking around like a crazy person. I stopped a woman who was walking, and I squeezed my brains to speak to her in Japanese. I told her that I needed help and that I was lost, but then a thought hit me, I didn't even know the address of the house. Not even the neighborhood. I didn't even have the phone number. I was screwed. I apologized to the confused woman and let her go.

I started to walk, hoping that I would be lucky enough to bump into Kei. I took different streets while my eyes looked around frantically. The streets started to look emptier and emptier as I kept going. I swallowed hard when there were no more stores around, just a few people walking.

My panic reached new levels when the next turn I took, I saw some shady looking men staring at me. I was tempted to run. But a voice inside me told me not to. 'Act normal.' It said.

I couldn't hear my heartbeat anymore. How stupid could I be not knowing any important information about the house. I was about to slap myself in frustration when I heard someone yelling at me. I spun around only to see that it was the two men from earlier.

There was no voice in the world to stop me from running this time. I dashed as fast as I could. Unlucky as I was, I turned at a dead end. Probably the only dead end in Tokyo. 'Fuck my life.'

The two men slowly made their way to me. They knew I had trapped myself. I felt the cold wall behind me.

"Any money?" one of the men asked in Japanese. He was a little on the overweight side, his head was shaved, and his eyes were dark pits.

"Yes, but please don't hurt me." I also spoke Japanese.

"Wow, you speak our language, amazing!"

I handed them all the cash I had on me, my shaking hands almost dropping the money. The other guy took it. This one had a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his lip. He was so scary I looked away.

"Thank you," he said. The two men started to walk away.

I leaned my whole body against the wall, stopping myself from falling to the ground. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey Shingo," the guy with the scar yelled, loud enough for me to hear. I knew then that it wasn't over yet. "Have you ever tasted a foreigner?" My eyes widened and a violent shiver went through my body. I looked around for some kind of weapon, but nothing.

"Never Takeshi, but I sure would love to. Especially one with a rack like that." They both turned around with their eyes fixated on me like tigers about to devour a defenseless prey.

I pushed myself up. I wasn't going down easily. They closed on me and for some reason I called. I still had hope.

"Kei!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The two rushed to me to shut me up but I kicked the first one in the groin. The guy with the scar was more careful. He took me by the arm. I pushed him so hard he fell on his butt. I tried to run but the first guy caught my foot and I fell flat on the ground. The pain paralyzed me for a moment.

The guy flipped me on my back in a swift move. He then climbed on top of me. I tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. He slapped me so hard I lost my hearing for a while. He tried to rip my shirt. I took his hand and bit it so hard he screamed. That was when the second blow hit my face. It was harder this time.

The pain was biting my whole left cheek. He successfully ripped the shirt my mother had bought for me. I tried to cover up, but the guy pinned my arms above my head. Helpless tears were coming down.