I woke up in a really dark alley. I have no idea where I am.
I have nothing but my clothes and shoes. Where the fuck is my shit at?
I walked out of the alley and saw prostitutes. I started walking. I don't know where I'm going but I can't just stand here.
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While I was walking somebody pulled up next to me. "How you doin'?", a man asked. I kept walking. "You real pretty. You need a ride home? Do you got a home?" Oh my God please leave me alone. "Can you hear?!", he yelled. I heard the car door open so I ran.
Next thing I know somebody grabbed me from behind.
I used what I learned in self defense but it did nothing to him. My daddy need his money back.
I was carried to a car and thrown in the back. He got in and drove off. I tried opening the door as I cried but I couldn't. I put my arm around his neck and pulled as hard as I could. We started swerving.
He started hitting my head but I wouldn't give up. After a minute he passed out. I got in the front and hopped out of the car. I started running.
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While I was walking with my head down I ran into somebody. "I'm sorry.", I said lowly.
"It's fine.", who ever I bumped into said. They sound nice.
"Can I-" They started running. I stood there confused next thing I know something was put over my nose and mouth. I fought then blacked out.
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Olivia's Story
Teen FictionOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.
