The O.H.F

Chapter 2: Teared Eyes

Taylor's POV:

The older boys stayed with us for about half an hour. I was getting annoyed to the point where I wanted to spill my drink all over them. every girl that passed by the would hit on. disrespectful pigs. I hate guys like that. Ed's not like that, I don't think. Victor although kept staring at them and laughing at every joke they made, whether it was dumb or not. Even though Ed's not mine I miss him a lot, there's a pit in my stomach. I don't know why but I have a gradual connection with him, and it's like it's a magnet pulling us together it's a painful but sensual feeling. After about fifteen more minutes of football talk, I text victor so the other guys won't here.

"Can we please leave? I'm not exactly enjoying this."

"Do you think you could give it a couple more minutes?"

"No victor, we leave together or I leave alone. Your choice."

Victor stood up quickly. "Well, chow ladies." Grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out. "Leaving so soon?" Trey asked. "No time to talk, gotta go, TaTa." We rushed out of the mall walking back down the same path we came. "Sorry Victor I just wasn't getting the right feel from them."

"Awe sweetie it's okay. There's other douchebags in the sea."

I chuckle looking around. It was pitch black and so quiet. You could probably hear a cricket breathe. We come to our bus stop and say our goodbyes. As I walk home alone I see a familiar car. I recognize it from the mall parking lot. It's that guy trey. I panic and veer off into the woods thinking I'll be safer there. I hear the car come to a stop, and feel a bit more reassured now. As I walking feel like there's someone, something behind me. I keep looking back but no ones there. I am constantly changing my directions hoping to find a way out of here and back home. I look at my phone to see the time, it's 6:45, I have enough time to find my way out of here. My phones at 8%. I begin to worry. Just then I hear a twig snap behind me, I spin around my phone flying out of my pocket. It's Trey, he followed me.

Like an animal stalking it's prey. Am I his prey?

"Did you follow me out here?" My voice full of fear.

"You looked lonely, you went off by yourself in the woods. Thought you might want some company." He said smirking at the tone of my voice, like he enjoyed the fear.

"I'm fine, just out for a late night stroll is all. So you can turn around and walk back to that 1879 piece of junk you call your car and drive home."

"I have something better planned." He said walking towards me.

I take a couple steps back before tripping Over a tree root. Wow, how cliche I trip over a tree root. Not the right time clumsy me. I continue backing up slowing on the ground. I have hurt my ankle. I see my phone light up under the leaves a message from mom. "Where are you?" Just then I feel his cold hands holding my arms down. He's on top of me. I try and scream but his dry hand covers my mouth.

"This will be a lot better if you lie still and don't scream."

I can smell the alcohol in his breath. Just then he reaches to undo his belt Buckle taking a hand off my mouth. I scream as loud and as hard as I can. The cold air filling my lungs as I breathe in for another scream. It burns the back of my throat but it's my one chance. He slaps me with his cold hard hand "Shutup!" He yells. Before I knew it I was screaming again another high pitched scream for help. Were at least 50 feet deep into the woods, I give up hope.