Club 09 (Narry)

Six

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I howled out in pain as my arm was twisted behind my back. My other arm tried pushing the body off of me, but it was useless. The man was obviously stronger than I was and his mind was set on something I'd rather not know. My free arm was caught by someone else's hands and also pushed behind my back, held back in a strong hold as my front was pressed against the dirty and slightly damp walls.

"Look at that, John, we've got ourselves a looker," the guy holding me against the wall spoke. He stroked the back of his index finger against my cheek and laughed. I cringed at the touch as shivers ran up and down my spine.

The other guy just joined in and smirked once they both stopped laughing. I squirmed in the guy's arms and tried my best to get myself free, but the more I pushed or pulled the tighter his grip on me got. "What were you doing here, huh, boy? We're you spying on us or something?" The man named John apparently spoke in my ear as he pressed his face against the side of mine. The guy pulled me back a little from the wall before he roughly pushed me against it again, making my chin hit the damp texture with quite a force.

"No sir, I swear I was just passing by. I didn't mean no harm-" I was cut off by the other male snapping at me as he spoke.

"Shut up! We didn't say you could talk. It's time we teach this boy a lesson, shouldn't we? Let him learn not to interfere in other people's business."

Someone started to pull on my jacket to get it off and I suddenly realised what they were about to do. My body froze and if I weren't so shocked, I would've probably started crying. I swallowed thickly, the lump forming in my throat never seemed to be going away as I stood frozen in place, trying to find a way out of there.

My jacket had gone off and I had almost made my escape out before they pulled me back harshly on my left arm, probably bruising the skin there. "Oh, you thought you could get away from us this easily?" the one who had previously held me against the wall, John, chuckled dirtily.

I was pushed and pressed yet again against the cold brick wall and I felt hands all over my body. My shirt not giving enough coverage for me not to feel their dirty touch. Hands started to go around my waist, groping me, fumbling with my belt and I let out a loud cry for help as I couldn't take the humility anymore.

My vision got blurry with tears, but I refused to let them fall.

"Hey! What's going on there?!"

The two men jumped up at the booming voice and their grip on me loosened. Not being able to move just yet, I backed up in a corner where the wall met a container and I made myself as small as I could as I caught my breath again.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the two males fled away from the alleyway and a tall figure nearing my body.

I closed my eyes tightly before opening them again and taking a deep breath. My eyes focused back on the figure who bend down to retrieve my jacket and slowly walked up to me. I stood back up on my two feet and quickly whipped away the tearstains on my cheeks.

Once the figure was close enough for me to see, I mentally cursed as I studied his features. His short curls were styled perfectly - instead of the loopy mess on his head when I first met him - as he looked down at me, his bottom lip in between his teeth. I noticed the way he was dressed in a fancy looking, black suit, although, he was wearing a colorful satin shirt instead of a normal white dress shirt. His green eyes were searching for mine and when they locked gazes, a small pout formed on his lips.

Jason.

Jason cleared his throat and a glare made its way on his face.

I pushed myself back up from my spot on the ground and snatched my jacket from his grip. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, a bit of annoyance in my voice as I spoke.