Dear Lily; (A Reed Deming FanFic)

Chapter One: Not Like The Others

"Reed," Jason says. "Just do it already. It's not like she's gonna feel it anyway. Why don't you join us?"

I look down at the girl who is passed out onto the floor of the cool and dark building. This is so wrong. I can't do this.

"I'm sorry guys, but I'm not doing this. I came to help her, not torture her. She's harmless. Besides, what has she done to deserve this? Nothing, so I suggest-" I begin to explain, but my words were cut off by Jason.

"Look, do you want to end up like her? If so, keep acting like that." He asks, stepping closer. I can feel his heavy breathing on my face and it sends shivers down my whole body. His buddies behind him begin to step closer too. There were about four of them, and they all seemed to dress and act exactly like Jason. For freshmen, they sure look like thugs. They were all at least 5"10. Not that I'm scared of them, because I know that I can run faster than their lazy butts any day.

The guilt comes back once I looked down at the girl, who's shirt and bra is completely off. The saddening thing is, is that she doesn't even know what's happening.

"But raping a girl," I say, bending down and picking up her shirt off the floor. "is just wrong. If y'all think I'm this kind of person, y'all are just stupid. I'm not getting arrested for something that I didn't even want to do in the first place." I lift her head a bit and start to put back on her shirt, when suddenly, a hand tightly grips my wrist. I look up to see Jason towering over me. The moonlight from above was shining down onto his face, outlining the scar just below his right eye. It trailed all the way down to his jaw, and I must say, he looked absolutely frightening. It almost looked like he jumped out of a horror movie and ran after me to sentence my life to an end.

He brings his head closer to mine, and roughly whispers, "Put her shorts back on. I dare you." He moved his fists to the collar of my shirt and slammed me against the wall. I grab his arms and a loud groan comes out of my mouth as the pain from the slam rushes through my body at the speed of light.

"C'mon Reed, you fight like a little girl."

Punch after punch in the gut, he cussed, but I never threw a fist at him. Never. I've learned you can't put out a fire with fire. There needs to be at least one person being water.

"Nobody's ever drawn blood from me and nobody ever will."

His words stung from his mouth like poisonous venom. The way his grip tightened around my shirt made my face scrunch up , and I clench my other fist into a ball. My number one priority is to save this girl from at least five rapists and if I end up with a broken bone, so be it.

"You run that fast?" I groaned, struggling to catch my breath.

His friends let out a string of things like, "oooooh", or "he got you gooood!"

"Don't insult me!" Jason screamed as he threw one final blow into my stomach. He dropped me to the floor and stared at me with his eyes, full of anger and hate. He bent down onto his knees and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt once more.

I felt at least one bone crack, and if that was true, why wasn't I feeling any pain? Was I just numb, or is this what dying felt like?

"Alright," I say. "But first, let me ask you this," I smirk as I slowly bring my phone out of my pocket. I hold it next to my face and the "thugs" all look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Did y'all really think I was stupid?"

What they don't know, is that I called the police before I walked over here to check what was going on. The moment when I saw that girl passed out while they were dragging her into the building, I knew something was up. It just so happened that I knew these people. I already know they think I'm an idiot, which I am most certainly not.