Unspoken

Few minor changes to people reading this a second time <3

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*two years ago*

I was walking home from the grocery store when it happened.

The freezing wind nipped at my cheeks as I lugged my grocery bags down the quiet, deserted street. I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned but no one was there. Sighing, I ran my free hand through my long, wavy brown hair. It spilled softly over my shoulders, and reached just below my breasts.

I heard them yet again. They were further back this time. As they became closer and closer, I began to worry. I turned back around once more, my eyes glued shut, I took a deep breath preparing to tell him off and yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Knock it off, asshole!"

Whoops. So not the right thing to do..

As the perpetrator became clear in my view, he began to run after me. My muscels tensed, and one word whispered through my mind. Run.

Good Idea.

I whipped around, dropping my grocery bags, and sprinted towards the end of the T-shaped street. Where the top of the T would be, is lined by a forest. The base of the T, (the street I'm on now) is surrounded by little antique shops and cafe's.

Not to far now, I knew as soon as I turned this corner on the left my neighborhood would only be a few minutes away. I stopped for a second to huff in a few gulps of the freezing air, and looked behind myself. He's gaining on me fast. It took all I had in me not to plop down on the ground right there and just let him get me. But I didn't. I took in one last deep breath, and sprinted towards the end of the street.

As soon as I turned the corner, I ran into a strong, rough pair of arms. They whipped me around so my back was against their cold body. Something cool pressed against my neck. A knife. The guy who'd been chasing me whipped around the corner, a smirk on his ugly face. He knew someone was waiting for me.

I looked him up and down. From his mousy brown hair, his wrinkled forehead, to his beany black eyes, and down his thick, masculine body, past his black gloves, and down to his rusty old boots.

"See something you like?" He said to me. His voice was cold and clipped. He inched his way closer to me. He was about two feet away now.

"Hardly." I retorted, trying to keep a straight face.

All of a sudden, he was right in front of me, his hand grasping my face hard. I could feel my own fear radiating from my body. I tried to push it in, to keep it away, or at least keep my fear hidden behind my eyes. Forcing me to stare him in the eyes, he smiled and spoke.

"Now you listen to us you little bitch, you better be nice, and you better not try anything. Otherwise.." He leaned closer, placing his lips to the left side of my neck, far from the knife. He looked up behind me, at the man holding me from behind.

He muttered against my skin. "My friend here will slice your pretty little neck open and leave you in the forest to die."

I thrashed my body around, struggling to get loose. Oh shit. What am I supposed to do?! I screamed on the inside. I'm screwed. I'm so screwed. And I'm cold and afraid, but I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing that emotion. I already know what they're going to do. I'm not going down without a fight.

He leaned back up and looked at me again. I smiled before spitting straight in his eyes. He was so shocked he didn't know what was happening. While he was still blinded, I shoved my foot up back words, kneeing his little friend in the groin. He immediately let go to grab his crotch. He muttered a string of curse words. I tried to turn and run yet before I could even think, I was yanked back by my hair, and I yelped in pain. My capture spun me around. He nodded to the one on the ground and he immediately got up and handed him the knife.