When I woke up what I think was a couple hours later, I was bound by my wrists and ankles in just my panties and bra.
Well... If what I'm wearing even qualifies as that. In all honesty it's no wonder I got pulled off the street... What I wear to work attracts horny fuckheads who think they can do whatever the fuck they want to me.
My thoughts are interrupted by the back of the van opening, and two guys getting in. They crawled over on their knees to where I was and eyed me up.
Perverts.
Green Eyes was practically drooling and Quiffy over there looked like he'd never seen a girl before.
They look like they're seventeen years old. Seriously?
Alright. I'm not gonna let them push me around.
"Look guys. I'm sure this is great for you. But contrary to what you might think? I. DONT. LIKE. BEING. TIED. UP."
Then Green Eyes pulled out a gun.
Well shit. Maybe they know what they're doing.
"Alright fine. Do what you want."
Quiffy went to work trying to undo my bra while Green Eyes pointed the gun at my head. It soon becomes very obvious Quiffy has absolutely no idea how to undo a bra. Green Eyes starts to become annoyed, sets the gun down, and tells me to lean foreword so he can undo the clasp.
When I do, I see a very handsome blonde guy standing at the doors of the van; which I guess Quiffy and Green Eyes forgot to close. Blondie silently puts a finger up to his lips, telling me not to let the other boys know he's there.
Then shit started to go down.
Fast.
Blondie started screaming at the top of his lungs, calling for help. Quiffy and Green Eyes panicked, jumped out of the van, and ran away into the woods.
Blondie came into the van, and went to work untying the knots that were digging into my wrists and ankles.
"Well it looks like you got yourself into some trouble there. Mind explaining?"
"That depends. Can I put my clothes on first? And will you take me to a hospital?"
"Of course!" He replied quickly, handed me my clothes and stepped out of the van.
"I'll be waiting out here. Just tell me once you're done and I'll help you out."
He turned away so I could have some privacy and I started to dress. When I moved my wrist, I was met with a shooting pain that went all the way up my arm.
Shit. I think it's broken. How am I supposed to dance with a broken wrist?
And to top it off? Whatever they knocked me out with was still making me extremely dizzy. I needed that emergency room badly...
After some difficulty and a lot of pain in my wrist, I was finally fully clothed again.
Well... As much as I could be with my work clothes still on.
"Um... Blondie? I'm done in here?"
He came back in with an amused smile on his face.
"Blondie huh? My names Niall... Unless you like the nickname better."
I grinned and shook my head.
"Alright Niall. Please tell me you have a car. And when you take me there? You won't try to rape me like Quiffy and Green Eyes?"
He got out of the van and put his hand out to help me out.
"Yes I have a car... And I promise I won't hurt you. I'll even give you a hoodie to... Ehm... Cover up a little more."
I took his hand and he helped me down. When I tried to stand up, the dizziness became even more severe. Meaning? I fell on my ass.
So Niall had to carry me to the car.
Luckily we were only about twenty minutes away from the closest hospital. My wrist was killing me, and my head was spinning so badly I almost passed out at least three times.
Once we got there, a security guard took one look at me and brought over a wheelchair.
Did I really look that awful? Ugh.
Niall wheeled me in and I checked myself in at the front desk. After about twenty minutes waiting in the lobby, a nurse finally called my name and I was taken back into an exam room.
I waited and waited and waited. Then another nurse came in and asked me a shitload of questions.
"Name?"
"Alyssa Walker."
"Date of birth?"
"September 9th, 1994."
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Do you drink?"
"No."
My God this is never ending.
"I promise this is my last question sweetie. What brings you here today?"
Well how do I explain this?
"Uhm... I was drugged and almost raped. I think my wrist is broken and the drug they knocked me out with made me really dizzy to the point where I can't stand."
Now she looked really concerned.
"Yes... Well... I'll take you in for your X-Ray now."
After they took about a billion pictures of my wrist, I was taken back into my room and told to wait for a doctor.
I didn't even have anyone to talk to; they made Niall wait in the lobby because he wasn't family.
Damn I hate this.
