Finding Love

Chapter 5

(Lycia's P.O.V)

I'm headed to the store to pick up some stuff for my mom and I didn't want to take the car so I'm walking. I'm walking down a dark alley because it's a shorter walk than if I go around. I'm just minding my own business and I'm looking down at my feet so I don't trip over anything. I'm suddenly slammed against a brick wall and my head hit it really hard. I groan in pain.

"I told you you'd regret it babe." Zack towers over me.

"W-what did I even do to you?" I stutter. I really want to scream but I'm afraid he'd hurt me.

"You rejected me. I want you and if you wont give it to me I'll have to take it." He growls ripping my shirt off of my body.

"No, please. Don't." I beg.

"Too late baby. Your mine now." He yanks my pants down harshly. I begin to cry hysterically.

"Please stop!" I scream. The left side of my face starts to sting. He slapped me.

"If you struggle or scream I'll do much worse." He slides his hands in my underwear.

"Matt! Please! Help me!" I scream. I didn't even want to scream but my body just did it on instinct I guess.

"Lycia. Babe please wake up. It's okay." I hear Matthew's soothing voice say. 

I open my eyes and he as me in his lap and my cheeks are wet. I must have been crying. I gasp and sling my arms around his neck and cry into his shirt. He rubs my back and says soothing things into my ear.

"Is she going to be okay?" I hear an Irish accent from behind me. I look behind me and Niall, Renee, and Ashley are standing there with sympathetic faces.

"I'm so sorry if I woke you guys up. I didn't mean too. I'm so sorry." I look down.

"It's fine love. We just happy your okay. Just go back to sleep." He nods and they all walk out.

"I'm sorry." I tell Matt as soon as they all leave.

"What was it about?" He whispers putting a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Z-zack was trying to rape me." I sob into his chest.

"I wont let that happen. I hope you know that." I nod and I realize I have his shirt in the tight grip of my fist. I let go and smooth it out.

"I'll always be here." He kisses my forehead.

"Thank you." I sniffle.

"Your welcome baby." I cringe.

"What's wrong?" He asks in a worried tone.

"Um, that's what he called me in my nightmare." I squeeze my eyes shut.

"I'm sorry. I wont call you that again if it's going to be an issue." He sighs. I feel really bad.

"I'm sorry. Again." I lay down. He lays down next to me.

"Babe it wasn't your fault. You cant control your dreams." He pulls me in closer by my waist.

"Nightmare." I correct him. It wasn't a dream it was a horrible nightmare.

"Right, nightmare." He chuckles.

"It's not funny." I pout.

"I know. It's not. But your face is." He smirks.

"Your not doing a very good job on trying to get me to be your girlfriend you know." I grin knowing this will make him stop making fun of me.

"Your in my bed aren't you." He smirks. I gasp.