Baby momma

Chapter 4

Saturday night.

The night when the streets are swarming with drunk people, and police. Fights are a common thing when people are intoxicated.

Usually I'd find somewhere far out the way of the city centre and hide all night, but tonight I'm hungry. And I know drunk people easily misplace their wallets.

I remain by the bus station, waiting for the right time for someone completely off their face to stumble out of the clubs. Having already been waiting for a few hours I wasn't surprised when a few young guys come out of a club laughing and stumbling over each other, two girls with them.

As they walk down the street I slowly follow behind them, spotting two wallets in the back pockets of two of the guys. The two girls carry clutches in their hands, holding them loosely while they try and get close to the lads.

I wait for them to get a little further from the police, until an alleyway approaches that I'm familiar with.

In a flash I slide the two wallets from the lads pockets with ease, and shove them into my already open bag. Before they notice I quickly snatch the two girls clutches from their hands. Sprinting off down the alleys as fast as I can I ignore the shouts behind me as footsteps follow. Cramming the clutches into my bag and closing it.

Running faster I take a sharp left and kick a fallen trash can out of my way, ignoring the pain in my toes as I do. With the floor being muddy it makes it hard not to slide everywhere, so I wasn't surprised when I hear no one following me anymore.

Instead of remaining in sight I head to the park and sit under one of trees. The rain light for once and only every so often.

Opening my bag I take out the clutches and open them, finding the essentials like a phone, lipstick, lipgloss, perfume and money. I take only twenty from each of the clutches, along with the wallets. Leaving the rest of the money and everything else inside I wipe my fingerprints from the items I've touched and spend the rest of the night hunting down the houses that belong to the address on the IDs.

Leaving the clutch or wallet in the back gardens of the owners, knowing they'll find it once they go outside.

Now on the outskirts of the city centre I try and find somewhere to sleep, only to be stopped by a large built man in his forties. He holds a bottle of beer in his left hand, drinking it. While in his right hand he holds the rest of the pack.

I freeze as he smirks at me. And I knew he wasn't drunk.

I got that feeling, of absolute dread and horror washing over me. Consumed by fear for a few long moments.

Deja vu.

"You want some? You look like you could use a drink." The man comments, his words clear. He's a little tipsy, but not drunk, he knows what he's saying and doing.

"I-I..I don't d-drink. Thanks though." I stutter out as I begin to back away from the man as he walks towards me slowly. That same sly smirk on his ugly face.

"You young ones are so uptight." He mutters.

Quicker than I realise he drops his beers and lunges for me, grabbing me roughly by my arms and yanking me against him. I immediately begin to struggle against him, my heart pounding and my eyes streaming with tears. Because I know what he's going to do, and I know how it feels. I don't want that again, ever.

"Shh, I'm going to help you loosen up." His breath stinks as he whispers the words to me, ignoring my fight against him. He's much bigger than me.

My head snaps to the side and I cry in agony, my face throbbing and stinging. He'd punched me.

"No. No please, don't." I cry in terror, and try pushing him away with my hands, using all the force I have. But it barely moves him.

His hands grope my body in the most perverted way, and he begins to drag me down the street to a nearby alleyway that no one uses. I immediately begin screaming for help, knowing my strength is no use against him. He's a fully grown man, and I'm a fifteen year old girl.

"I know a way to shut you up!" He hisses and shoves me against a wall, my bare arms scraping against the harsh brittle stone. As his hands grip my shoulders and begin to forcefully push me down to my knees, I do the one and only thing that can possibly save me.

I ram my knee hard up into his balls, not once, but three times one after the other. His screams following as he falls to the ground cradling his balls.

Not waiting around I immediately take off down the alleyway. Due to being in a rush I end up slipping over, my head smacking off something in the shadows. As I tumble to the ground I end up rolling into a thick load of mud, my entire face landing straight in it.

Ignoring the pain in my head and the aching in my body, I climb to my feet as quick as I can. Not glancing back as I take off onto the street and into the city.

My heart thudding a mile a minute as I barely take in my surroundings. My sole focus being on getting away from the man, and even when I'm far away from him it doesn't seem far enough.

The relief of getting away doesn't take affect, that feeling of being helpless, it remains.

I slam head first into a wall. Bouncing off it I fall backwards and smack the ground harshly, my head throbbing and my entire body aching, and tired.

Groaning loudly in agony I try and get up, only for my head to spin.

"OH MY GOD!"

"I am so sorry, are you alright? I'll take you to hospital." A vaguely familiar voice speaks, sounding deeply concerned and panicked.

Opening my eyes slightly I blink a few times so I can see properly, and I realise it's the old lady from weeks ago.

Her face turns to surprise, and she blinks down at me.

"I know you..you're that young girl." She comments although she looks at me like she's asking and not telling.

"You look like you've had a rough few weeks." She gives a small sympathetic smile, her eyes shining with kindness and warmth.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do.

But the tears couldn't be stopped, and I broke down sobbing for the first time since being kicked out by my own family. Tears stream down my face like a fountain, and my body shakes as I cry.

The woman cradles me to her, stroking my hair and trying her best to soothe me. In some way it worked. I didn't care that we were in the middle of the sidewalk. I didn't mean to cry, I just couldn't stop.