The Intensity

The Intensity: Prologue

December 5th 2014
There I sat. Nearly on my deathbed, it was eleven at night on a Friday, and any other normal fifteen year old girl would be at home, watching movies and eating junk food with her best friend. But here I was, lying on the cold, snowy pavement, shivering, shaking from the raw winter air with a teenage bum laughing at me. That night I was suppose to pay off my debt to my dealer. I had saved up enough cash from my own drug deals to pay off the Mary Jane the jackass standing above me had lent me. He had other plans in mind.

December 5th 2014: 10:30 PM

I walk past Rosedale's Diner and into the alleyway on the right. There he stood, waiting for my arrival. The manipulative fucker who had lent me a joint two weeks prior, after a brawl with my dad. Best high of my life, but what he doesn't tell his customers is that they'll pay the price eventually when they need a restock. The night before I had received a call that I was in debt to this hooligan and I better have the $60 I owed them the next day, for my joint he lent me two weeks prior. Now, here I am. With half the money I had made two hours prior. Cutting it short, a freshman in high school needed a high before he started his new school tomorrow.

"Here's the money you requested." I say, handing him the money.

"Thank you miss..." He replies while recounting the money I gave him.

"Yup." I sigh. I turn back and head back to the shithole in which I lived.

I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder, "Where're you going so fast, missy?" He asks. His arm was now wrapped around my neck, I had no way of escaping in his strong hold. He and I both knew it.

"Please let me go." I say hopelessly, tears now falling down my cheeks.

"Why so quick to go? We're just getting started...sweetheart." He murmurs in my ear. The sound of his deep, raspy voice makes me shiver, goosebumps take over my skin.

"I h-have to get home to my dad, I told him I'd be right back." I lie.

"Oh sweetheart...You're such a bad liar." He says, his lips now tickling my ear. His free hand now making it's way up my shirt and fiddling with my bra.

"One more touch and I will call the cops and you'll be a dead man." I yell, a little more confidence in my voice this time.

I feel the smirk appear on his face as he digs in my coat pocket. He smashes the phone on the ground and stomps on it twice just to make sure there was no reviving it. "Oh dearie, you don't get it do you? If you tell a soul, I will find you and I most certainly will find it a pleasure to kill you." He chuckles.

I begin crying, regret and pain taking over me. I was helpless. No one was around to come to my rescue. My bra was now on the cold pavement, and my jeans unbuttoned. His lips were brushing off my neck, and tracing their way painfully down to my stomach and below.

"Just relax and cooperate and this won't be painful." He whispers in my ear.

I heard his belt hit the ground and that was all it took, my light tears turned to a hopeless sob. I didn't think he'd take it this far. I was praying at this point for someone to take a stride, or even a glance down the alley. He was thrusting inside me...And it hurt like hell. Every take, it made it hurt more and more.

For what seemed like hours the same process continued, my piercing wails had turned into a soft sniffle. I had given up. The pain had subsided; I felt nothingness. Almost as if all the emotion and feeling in my body had sucked up into a black hole. When he finally decided he was finished, he backed up and looped the belt through his jeans. "Good girl." He whispered in my ear. He planted one last painful kiss on my raw, frigid skin. Just when I thought this nightmare was over, he decided he wasn't done with me yet. Hearing my ear-shattering wails and empty cries for help weren't enough for him. "Get down on the ground." He barks like a viscous Rottweiler.