Be Brave

Chapter Seven

EDITED*04/02/16
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"Great work today ladies. The team will be posted on the gym doors. Thank you all for trying out. " Coach says, dismissing us all.

I walk into the change room, switching my sweaty gym shirt for a baggy hoodie over my sports bra after applying some deodorant. I don't bother changing my shorts because it's pretty warm outside and I'd just be changing into another pair of shorts. I grab my gym bag and put it over my shoulder. I walk towards my car that I finally got back from the repair shop after my accident, looking brand new, and unlock it. I quickly check my phone for any messages and realize I have one from my mom:

Honey, could you please pick up a carton of milk on ur way home from school, were running low. Thanks sweetie, luv u

I pull out of the schools parking lot and head towards the closest grocery store.

As I walk in, I go straight to the back of the store because that is where they keep the milk. I quickly grab the milk carton and head towards the cashier. She hands me the grocery bag and my receipt. I walk out the doors and start towards my car. It's now starting to get dark and the sun has started to set. I suddenly feel a rough hand clasp over my mouth and I'm being pulled into the dark alleyway near the grocery store.

Once I've been dragged to the back we stop and the figure now stands in front of me. It's practically pitch black except for the small light hanging on the brick wall. I realize it is a dead end and the only way I am getting out of here is the way I came. The figure is tall and buff and stands with its feet spread apart. A man. He is wearing black track pants and a dark navy blue hoodie, with his hood on. I can't see his face as his head is down but I can see his hands as they hang at his sides. They look all to familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it.

"Help! Someone hel-" is my first instinct as I try to run away as fast as I possibly can.

I don't make it that far as he grabs my waist and pulls me back putting one hand over my mouth again. I try to scream through his hand and break free but it's no use, his grip on me is too tight. He slams me against the the brick wall and I finally get a glimpse of who my attacker is.

My eyes widen and I start screaming into his hand even more. He adds more pressure so I'm barely making a noise anymore. I realize it's no use trying to scream so i just give up and stop. When he sees that I've stopped he loosens his grip on my mouth slowly and when he's sure I won't scream again he lets his hand fall down. I don't hesitate to wait as I start scolding him for going through all this drama just so he could what? Talk to me? Apologize?

"Luke, what the hell, you could of just-"

I get cut off by Lukes lips smashing against mine. I try to push him off me but he grabs both my wrists and slams them against the wall. His grip on my wrists is too strong and I can't move.

Soon enough I can feel my tears are about to spill and I don't bother holding them back. By now I know that my lips are swollen and my eyes are puffy from all the tears that are falling down my face. He doesn't loosen his grip on my wrists, instead holding them tighter than before. I start to feel dizzy and I can see black spots covering my vision. I feel the blackness consume me. I black out.

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I flicker my eyes open, blinking a few times, trying to take in my surroundings. I block the bright light shining in my face with my hand and slowly sit up. When my vision focuses, I see the brick wall opposite me, the dirt ground and what seems to be discarded clothes. My discarded clothes. I stand up slowly, realizing I'm only in my bra and underwear. The memories rushing back in and I remember how I got here. My tears start to flow down my cheeks and I slump back down on the ground hugging my knees to my chest and let the tears fall down not trying to hold them back in.

After building up the courage to stand up and gather my scattered clothes with no more tears to shed, I slowly put them back on shaking and gathering my belongings. I stand up and start to walk back to my car quickly scared that he may appear again. I unlock my car door and sit inside the drivers seat. I lock the doors again and close my eyes, going through the last few events that have occured.

When I open my eyes I check my phone having no idea what time it is. It reads 5:42am. I realize I have 68 messages from my mom wondering where I am and if I'm okay. I disregard them and check my battery life, it must almost be dead because its been on since yesterday morning. Just my luck it says 7%. It's not a lot but it should be enough to make a call.

I pick up my phone and dial a number and put my phone against my ear and listen to each ring as I wait for them to answer.

"911, what's your emergency?"
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