'Give me all the money you have bitch! I won't say it again!' He yelled, standing in front of you was a man, in his 20's maybe? He was scary.
You'd been walking home from a party and maybe you did look like a posh snob but that wasn't your fault.
He grabbed hold of you and you were now pinned into a wall, he had a knife.
'I haven't got any money!' You shouted again, he pushed the knife into your arm, you screamed as the crimson red substance slid down your arm, he put his hand over your mouth and kneed you in the ribs, you doubled over and he beat the shit out of you.
Just as you thought it was never going to stop, you heard a voice shout.
'Oi!' Before he approached, the man on top of you ran away, leaving you for dead.
'Hey, love?' The boy asked, you looked up at him, shaking, he laid your head on his knees and pulled off his hoodie, giving it to you.
'I'm Conor.' He smiled, picking you up,
'Y/N.' You replied.
'Don't worry Y/N, I'll take you home and get you cleaned up.' He smiled.
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