I woke up to a man on top of me. We're naked, straight up skin to skin. What the fuck happened? I hope he didn't have sex with me well we're naked so most likely he did.
I tried getting up from under him as tears rolled down my face but I couldn't so I stopped. I feel so weak and thirsty as fuck.
Why did they do my so dirty? What did I ever do wrong to them? What did I ever do wrong in general to deserve any of this?
I'm a good girl. I get good grades. I listen to my parents. I mean I argue with them and get slick sometimes but I'm a teenager, that's what teenagers do.
I just sat there and cried. Is this my new life? Waking up with random men on top of me?
I can't give up now. I can't. Things haven't gotten that bad.
I started trying to get from under him again. He woke up and looked at me so I stopped, for now. "Don't move.", he said inbetween clenched teeth. I shook my head up and down. He got up and went to a room. He turned on the light. It's a bathroom. He went in and closed the door. I stood up and ran to the window. I started trying to open It. It won't open. Fuck it.
What's the point? I won't make it.
No. I will not give up. I'm going to get home or die trying. No if, ands or buts about it.
I saw some water on a dresser so I drunk it then I tried opening the window again. I got it this time. Thank God. I scanned around for my clothes but didn't see them but I did see a phone. I grabbed the phone and wrapped a the sheet around me then made my way out of the window.
When my feet hit the ground I ran and I mean ran. I never ran so fast in my life before.
After a while I got tired. I looked at the street sign then found a place to hide.
I checked to see if the phone was locked and it was. Fuck. Ooh a factory reset. I did a factory reset then called my momma. She answered after the second ring.
Momma:Hello?
She's crying. I hate that she's crying. I started crying.
Momma:Olivia?
Me:Momma come get me. I'm on King street.
Momma:Okay baby we're on our way, what and King?Fuck.
Me:I don't know.
I cried.
Momma:Shh it's okay baby we'll find you. Don't-
The call ended. I looked and the phone died. Fuck! I rolled up into a ball and silently cried. I tried not to but I drifted off to sleep.
...
My momma looked at me and held my hand as they collected DNA samples to find that man that was on top of me.
I wish this would be over with already. "All done.", she said. Thank God.
...
"How long have I been missing?", I asked my momma and daddy.
"3 days.", my momma said. Damn how long was I in that alley?
"Are you guys mad at me for sneaking out of the house?", I asked lowly.
"No princess, we're just happy we found you.", my daddy said. I smiled. I'm happy they found me too.

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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.