Prologue
They cackled, as they had stolen my dignity, respect and honor, in a few seconds of my life. My image was obviously trashed, and people were going to know me as a slut. At the age of 15, this was not to be happening.
After a few unconcious hours, I woke up and found myself in a dark hounded place. I tried to get up, but couldn't. The figures that had formed before my eyes, quite blurry they were, I saw a tall male figure with brown curls, before I could scan the face, his curls curtained his face, as he walked out of the small hut.
Soon, enough I found the confidence, as tears rolled down my cheeks, I got up, and my eyes scanned my scars. I searched for my clothes, and could only find my torn jeans and my tank top. I walked out of the place where I was kept, and went home, afraid of the gang that had done this to me.
"What happened Jessica?", my mother ran over to me and questioned me. I couldn't find the courage to speak. The tears flowed out of my eyes, and drenched my cheeks. She took me upstairs, to my room, where she comforted me. "Now tell me what happened," after a few moments I decided to speak up, and I told her everything that happened in between sobs.
"I was walking down the road, as soon as a bunch of guys came up to me and told me that I was to come with them and they'd take me back home and that they were Tyler's friends. I sat in the car, considering that they were my older brother's friends, and then I gained a friendship with the boy named Harry Styles. They took me down to this unfamiliar looking hut, and that's where they took my dignity away from me."I concluded.
