And Something Good Happens

Chapter 2: Meeting in the Alley

                He smashed his mouth against mine and started to run his hand roughly up and down my thigh. I tried to kick him but he had his hips pressed against mine and I couldn’t move. He tasted putrid and I was gagging. He rammed his tongue in my mouth and his hand wandered even farther up my skirt.

                I let out a gasp and he let out a moan. This sick pervert was not going to get away with this. I acted like I was getting into the kiss and ran my hand down his chest. He loosened up his grip and released my mouth just enough to say, “Now that’s better.” He started to assault my mouth again and I bit his tongue and grabbed his privates as hard as I could.

                I could taste blood in my mouth and he backed away and yelled swear words at the top of his lungs. “You’re going to pay for that!” He rushed back over to me and grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head with one hand. He slammed my head against the brick wall and I could feel blood trickle down my neck. With his other hand he started to roughly feel up my breast. He started grinding on me and I felt one tear slip down my face.

                Mark had called it. My mouth had gotten me in trouble and as much as I fought I couldn’t do anything. This dark haired boy was going to rape me in the alleyway behind my safe haven. I felt the boy yanked off of me and I slid down the wall out of energy.

                A tall boy with golden hair and broad shoulders punched the dark haired boy in the mouth. He punched him again and again. When he quit the dark haired boy was a crying, sniveling mess as he got up and ran out of the alley.

                The golden haired boy came over to me and crouched down to my level. His brown eyes were full of worry and anger at the same time. He wanted to kill that boy. I could feel it. But, how could a guy I had never met want to do that for me.

                This golden haired, brown eyed boy had saved me. I owed him my life, or at least my virginity. I might have a big mouth but with all I’ve been through my virginity wasn’t something I was willing to give up just yet. It took me a minute to notice the boy was talking to me and assessing me for damage.

                “I’m sorry. What did you say?” I asked him and focused on his mouth so I could maybe catch some of the words. My head was throbbing and I felt like I was going to pass out.

                “I said do you hurt anywhere and can you walk?” I didn’t know if I could walk but I most definitely hurt everywhere. I tried to stand up and slid right back down into his muscular arms. My head was pounding like jackhammers were beating around in my skull.

                “I don’t think I can walk. My head hurts too bad to move.” I reached back to touch the sore spot and when I brought it back there was blood covering my pale hand. The boy gasped and gently moved my hair to see where the blood was coming from.

                He sat back in front of me and said, “It’s not too deep. Head wounds bleed a lot. It might need a couple of stitches though. I’m going to take you to the hospital, okay?” He didn’t wait for my answer, but wrapped me in his jacket and lifted me up. He carried me to his car and buckled me in.

                “I don’t even know your name.” I managed to get out. I was trying to hold my head up so as not to bleed all over his seats. This was a nice car and a nice guy. He didn’t need blood all over his seats as payment for helping me out.

                He was quit for a moment before he answered. “My name is Adden. I don’t believe I caught your name either.” Adden, I liked that name. I must have zoned out and forgot to answer him because next thing I knew he was shaking me. “Hey! You can’t go to sleep understand. You might have a concussion. Keep talking to me. What’s your name?”

                I tried to force the fogginess out of my brain and searched for an answer. He wanted to know my name. I knew the answer to that question, I knew I did. Cady Worth. That’s my name, that’s the answer he wants. “My name is Cady Worth.”

                “Alright Cady tell me about yourself. Tell me how old you are and where you go to school. Tell me about your family. Tell me about where you work and where you met that guy. Just keep talking and don’t go to sleep.” He rushed his words and kept checking me to make sure that I hadn’t passed out. I forgot about keeping my head of his seats and let the heaviness of it fall backwards.

                I analyzed his questions and sorted through what I wanted to say. “My name is Cady Worth, I am 17 years old and I go to Chaplin High School.” I paused and caught my breath thinking of something else to say. Adden checked to see if I was asleep again. He smiled and I smiled back.

                “My mom checked out a couple of years ago and my dad’s not in the picture. I live with my sister Jaylee in a small house on the outside of town.” I paused and steadied my breathing. I think it had been worrying Adden because he was glancing over more frequently.

                “I work at Mark’s Diner. The alley where you found me was his. That guy was one of my jerk customers. He had made me mad and I mouthed off to him. I guess he didn’t take it well.” I looked at Adden. Watching him switch gears and drive gave me something to focus on. He didn’t want me to go to sleep and I wouldn’t. 

                “You don’t say.” He smiled. He was so handsome when he smiled. I loved it. “We’re almost at the hospital, hang in there.” I would, because he asked me too. I was getting really tired, but I kept watching him and forced my eyes to stay open. Clearing out the haziness in my vision took a lot of blinking.

                “Tell me about you.” I said. He glanced over and chewed his lip. I don’t think he knew he was doing it and it seemed to be a habit.

                “I’d rather you keep talking so you don’t go to sleep.” His hands were gripping the stirring wheel a bit too hard.

                “I won’t go to sleep. I’m going to listen to what you say.” I must have convinced him I was doing better because he let out a breath and loosened his grip on the stirring wheel.

                “Okay. Well, you already know my name’s Adden, I’m 20. I’m in college at Chaplin University right now. I work with my dad on the weekends and when I have brakes. I was on my way home when I saw you in the alley.” He trailed off and gripped the wheel tighter again.

                “We're here.” He said and parked the car. I was a bit cold and I wrapped his jacket tighter around me. I glanced out and saw the hospital looming in the distance. Even though I was trying my hardest I couldn’t stay awake anymore and I blacked out. I could vaguely hear Adden calling my name. It felt like I was being lifted out of the car, but I couldn’t tell anymore.