Target || l.h.

Alleyway

Disclaimer: Some of the events in the following chapter may be triggering. The events that take place in this chapter are a very serious problem and are only used in this book as a literary device.

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After I walked down the eery moonlit alleyway I went through the dimly lit parking lot to my old beat up car.

Taking the keys in my left hand I clicked them twice and reached out to pull the door open.

His timing was perfect.

The moment I sat down in the driver's seat he pulled himself into the passenger side.

The exact moment before I realized he was there he snatched my car keys from my hand.

And at the exact moment I turned towards his face, gasping in surprise, he grabbed my waist and pulled me over on his lap.

Thoughts were racing through my mind,

"How long has he been planning this?"

"Am I the first victim?"

"How can I get out of this?"

I was in shock, barely able to find the words to scream.

His hands ran up and down my sides and I pulled away.

"St-stop," I stuttered out quietly.

He laughed at how weak I was.

I vaguely heard him say something about needing more space and he stood up out of the car and grabbed my arm roughly pulling me towards him.

I don't know what brought me back to reality.

Maybe it was the iridescent glow from the red target sign as we neared the alleyway.

Maybe it was the way he grabbed my arm like I was just another doll he could play with.

I still am not sure what made me fight back but I did.

He started pushing me into the alley and I screamed and kicked at him and hit as hard as I could.

He yelled at me to shut up, muffled my shouts with his hand.

I struggled against him hardly moving an inch further into the skinny path that led to the back door.

Eventually he relinquished his hand from my mouth only to pick up my body from the back and carrying me shrieking into the dark wall.

That was when I remembered Luke's words as I left to go to my car.

I started screaming for Luke.

Then the man put one hand over my mouth and pushed me against the wall and whispered in my ear, "No one is here you're all alone."

Little did he know that there was another person here.

But he didn't know that so he continued to play his game with me.

He told me that he was doing this because no else ever would.

He told me he was helping me, that I needed this.

He said, "Why would you wear such a short dress you slut."

And I said nothing.

He ignored the fact that I was on my period, instead saying, "No one will care if you tell them."

I didn't cry, I shook.

I was trembling.

I was silent.

I was everything I shouldn't have been.

He kept telling me that we were alone and no one would ever find us.

But we weren't alone, because somewhere inside target there was a boy.

An annoying teenage boy who could flirt with any girl until he got her.

A boy who was so frustrating yet still left everyone wanting more.

A boy who had promised that if I called for help he would come.

A boy that didn't come, even when he promised me he would.

The man stood up and left me lying halfway through the alley.

I wasn't broken physically, but mentally you could say I was pretty near damn shattered to pieces.

I didn't know how to piece my feelings together.

I felt violated.

I felt like I needed to go take a shower and scrub my skin until I had ridden myself of his touch.

Did you know that in seven years every cell in your body will have been replaced.

It reassured me a bit to know that in seven years there wouldn't be a place on my body that he had touched.

I felt like I had lost control of the one thing I had.

But most of all I felt guilty.

I know I shouldn't feel guilty, that it wasn't my fault, but all the words he had said stuck to me.

My head was spinning, I slowly felt everything becoming darker and I was dizzy.

I was so dizzy.

So I lay myself down on the cold, dirty cement and closed my eyes with ease until I stopped feeling.

a.n.

I wrote this pretty quickly today. It's kind of short because I didn't feel that comfortable writing it but I promise the next chapter will be longer I'll go back and edit it when I have my computer... So in two weeks sorry:/ ily xx