Who You Are

Rape

I was walking downtown in broad daylight, looking for a taxi. Luckily 20 minutes later, I find one. I knocked on the window and the Guy opened the door, looking at me like I was a freak. I probably looked like one with my hair all messed up, my clothes all wrinkled and ripped, My makeup running because I've been crying, and I smelled of must and cheap cologne. The man stared at me with pity and a little bit of disgust. 2 reactions I hated with a dear passion. The fire burning within be wanted nothing more than to have its turn at cooling down, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Because of fear.
Fear:

"Are you alright miss."  he asked

he looked like he was probably three or two years older than me.

"No. please,  can you take me to 4112 jefro street" I begged.

     "of course" he mumbled back.

As he drove to my destination my thoughts wandered back to what happened in the alley.

Flashback:
Why the hell am I walking through a dark alley...no! Why the hell am I walking through a dark alley, in the middle of the night, when I can't hear any signs of human life for miles on! What in the actual heck was I doing? I really had no clue why im in the middle of an alley, wandering around like one of those blonde chicks in horror movies that are just looking for trouble?! I sighed but froze when I heard a sound.
"Oh please don't let me die". I say to myself. "Please" I repeat desperately

"Oh sssssweetheart you wonnn't be dyinnnnggg...jussssst lettinng usss have sssome fun wit you" a drunken voice said.

"Us?" I ask nervously

"Usssss" they answer back, and before I knew it, I was attacked.

Flashback over

I flinched when the driver asked for his money...quite rudely might I add. I gave him the desired money and walked into the small house. As soon as I was in, I collapsed onto the ground and just cried. My cries of pain and suffering could never have been answered though. I have no idea what kind of vile creature would dare do something as cowardly as rape a young woman...not even! A 17 year old teenager. I was barely making it at home with the abuse of Jethro, how was I supposed to even show my face to the world?

And this is my story...I'm writing from my phone so sorry if its short. At first I was going to delete this story but ...nah. oh and there might be a pretty long wait for it to be updated.  NOT EDITED.