My Savior

Not Edited. Just warning you.

I put my headphones as I start my long walk home. Thanks to the lovely people I was babysitting for. I live about an half an hour away and I get to walk it. So right now I'm alone. Walking home. At night. Not smart I know, but I have no other choice. My phone died and the people I was babysitting for payed me and said see ya. Then closed the door right in my face.

Even though they were supposed to drive me home. Apparently they can't be bothered, and they couldn't be bothered to let me use their phone either. Least to say I won't be babysitting for them again. Like every again. They will be needing a new babysitter.

I would normally just ask a neighbor for a ride or to use their phone but for starters I don't know any of them. Secondly I am a teenage girl walking alone and most of these people are well, you know. Are not the nicest, or the friendliest.

I'm about fifteen minutes away from home when my MP3 player dies. Ugh. Great just my luck. Why does the universe hate me today? What did I do?

While continuing my walk. I am grumbling to myself about how life isn't fair, so I guess that is why I don't hear the few guys approach me from behind. One of them grabs my waist. That is what alerts me to their presence.

Before I can scream someone hand is over my mouth. I bite the hand. Which of course does nothing. Really! Why did I think biting his hand would do something? I just have the worst luck today. What did I do to get this kind of luck? I have been good and nice to everyone even the rude people I was babysitting for. I see, what I think is two more guys walk around the one that's holding me. They were chuckling and looking me up and down. Creeps.

In words that would better describe what they were doing is, they were eye raping me. I know I should be freaking right now but I'm not. Even with the creepy smiles that they are getting on their faces at this moment.

One of them goes to touch me and I squirm under his touch. I start struggling. This causes them to laugh at me. One of them comes to touch me or something of those matters. I kick at his face and miss, of course. What was even the point of trying? I know my aim sucks the most when I need it. Not that it's much better when I don't need it.

Well I'm going to at least make it hard for them to do anything to me. I struggle, squirm, kick, bite, and anything else that I could think of and manage to while being held. Most of which I might add fail when attempted. In my struggle I manage to back kick I think that's how you say it. Well I think that's what I did. To explain easier is. I kick him in the balls or nut whatever you prefer to say. An easy way to put is it I actually managed to get a good kick on him and didn't miss.

The dude immediately drops me. The dude grabs his balls in pain. He is on the floor in pain. I'm glad to see I caused him some pain. Their is final an upside to my bad day.

"Get her" He manages to gasp.

I can feel my eyes go wide in fear. I hurry to my feet and go to run away. Why me? That's all I continue to ask myself. I trip over my own two feet. I am such a clutz. I get up and immediately feel pain. My ankle hurts.

So natural I fall when I feel the pain. I do that weird crawly thing backwards to avoid getting grabbed again. I hit a sign. Okay. That's it. After this I'm going to be the better person than before because apparently i've done something wrong to deserve this, not that I can think of what I could have done that was that bad.

Scream! I'm yelling at my self to do. Don't just sit there doing nothing. So that's what I do. I scream at the top of my lungs. Dude number two, that's what i'm gonna call him now, tries grabs me and and I kick at him. He grabs me. So I start my kicking, biting, squirming, and everything else I could do.