Still pretty??? Mileven ??

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A\N FIRST AND FOREMOST IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING 755 YEARS TO UPDATE MY WATTPAD HAS BEEN FUCKING SPAZZING OUT I WROTE UP TO CHAPTER 107 BUT NONE OF THEM PUBLISHED AND THEY ALL DISAPPEARED I AM SO SORRY BUT I HOPE YOUS ENJOY AND ILY ALL BYEEE! XXX
PS LYDIA WROTE THIS CHAPTER AND IT GETS INTENSE SO I THINK A TRIGGER WARNING IS IN ORDER, DONT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY NEAR-RAPE EXPERIENCES!!!

Mikes POV
Ok, so how the fuck do you drive a car then? I rammed the keys into the key hole thing and twisted. The engine revved a bit then she started up, the car suddenly vibrating and feeling a lot heavier than before somehow. I grabbed the clutch and pulled it out of break before I slammed my foot on the accelerator and then break again. It took a while for me to actually make a turn around but I did eventually and once you get it on the right track, driving isn't so hard.
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I drove to the very edge of the county and parked up in a side street. I got out and shoved the keys in my pocket, my short nails digging into my palms as I clenched my jaw. Forget will, forget jack, this is the fucking angriest I've ever been in my life. I was genuinely prepared to kill at least a dozen people at this point. A feeling of uncomprehendable anger was boiling my blood as my eyes scanned over every run down building looking for a bluebell motel. I was beginning to give up hope when I saw a busted up wooden sign half buried in ivy that said "blue tel" I ran to the building and listened. It was quiet, very quiet but someone was definitely in there. I tried to shove my way through the front door but the ivy was just too thick. I ran round back to see if there was a side entrance and there was a metal door hung slightly ajar. I pushed it open and without hesitation ran along a dingy corridor. It absolutely stunk, I'm amazed the government hadn't knocked it down yet. I went past a room where about 6 people laid on the floor, groaning softly with needles in their arms. I shuddered and ran on, and found a stairwell. I ran to the second floor and checked all the rooms. I called els name but all the doors were locked and I didn't get a response. I ran back to the stairwell and up to the third floor. Only one room was occupied and that contained four middle aged prostitutes giving lap dances and blowjobs to fat old men. I just went up to the last floor and tried to erase that image from my head. I had bigger things on my mind. The last floor had three empty rooms, one with two men in it and one with a woman passed out on the floor. I began to panic. Where was el? I turned back towards the stairwell, anxious and scared. It had just hit me that I had no idea where I was, no idea where el was, no idea how to get around this crackhead house. Anything could happen and I won't be able to do anything about it because I'm a fucking seventeen year old boy for gods sake. Anger evaporated into fear. What am I going to do? I speed walked cautiously to the stairs and three steps down I came face to face with an almost naked bleached blonde hooker from downstairs wearing only a weird sort of thong thing and a tiny see through bra.
"Well hello there," she said and leant on the wall, her voice low and scratchy. She brought a cigarette up to her blood red lips and drew in a raspy breath and blew the smoke out again in my face. I coughed and waffed the smoke away. She chuckled, baring a few yellow broken teeth in a gristly smile.
"I'm only $20 an hour," she said with a wink, eying up the $20 note in my pocket.
"Yeah and I'm only I'm 17!" I said.
"Oh really?" She asked, and licked her lips in a way that a lion would when they laid their eyes on fresh meat. I backed off back up the stairs.
"Leave me alone!" I said. She just laughed.
"But I'm hungry," she said. "And you look tasty,"
I backed up, fear stricken, shaky steps leading me further and further back until I tripped up on my laces. Tears jumped to my eyes.
"Stop! Leave me alone!" I tried to yell, but my voice came out shaky and scared. Please don't let this be happening to me...
"Awe, your first time, huh?" She asked, walking closer and closer to me as I scrambled back on the floor, trying to blink back tears. Then, to my absolute horror, my back hit a wall. I looked up at her, a pleading look on my face.
"Please don't..." I whispered, my voice cracking.
"You're so cute," she said in her scratchy voice. "See, I have the upper hand here. You're just a little kid, you can't fight back. I can do what I want to you and what are you going to do?" She said, the same terrifying smile on her face. My lip quivered and the tears I was trying to hide fell down my cheeks.
"You're crying now? You really are only seventeen. Don't worry, you'll enjoy this," she said bending down. "Just go with it," she whispered in my ear. She pulled back and I just shook my head, more tears falling down my cheeks.
"P-Please stop..." I whimpered pleadingly. She drew further back and grabbed my belt.
"You know, I don't think I will," she said with an ugly smirk. I just continued to shake my head.
She undid my belt and it slithered to the floor. I pulled my legs up to my chest but she grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs down and sat on my knees.
"Get o-off me! Please, just l-let me g-go!" I whimpered.
"You know this is your fault," she said. I tried to kick her off but she just ignored it, tugging my jeans down. I pulled them off and pushed her away but she was surprisingly strong and just pinned my arms beside my head. Hard.
"You're hurting me!" I said.
"Good," she muttered. "You deserve it you little slut. Hell, you practically begged for me. Walking around here is an open invitation saying 'fuck me' anyway but you're gorgeous. You just look so appetizing. So I followed you up after you walked past me and the girls with those men. And here we are. You came here, and with a pretty little face like that you're asking for it sweetheart," she said. I just whimpered. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I-
I let out a yelp as she attacked my neck with her lips, sucking too hard, biting me too hard, saliva dripping down onto my shoulder. I tried to push her off but she had me pinned up and I just felt too weak.
"S-stop!" I said as loud as I could. "Help!" I said. I don't know if it was an actual shout or if it was quieter than a whisper.
"Ain't nobody gonna hear you sunshine," she said. "Ain't nobody gonna care if they do," she said and pulled back from my neck, and tugged at my jeans again. I slumped down, shaking and crying, unable to fight her, unable to stop her.
"Please s-stop... leave me... l-leave me alone..." I whispered, sobbing, shaking and scared. She began... touching me through my boxers, only making me cry more. I was covered in dirt and saliva and I felt dirty and tired, feeling completely too weak to try and stop her. I tried once more to curl my legs up to my chest but to no avail. Then, just as she was tearing my boxers off with her fucking teeth, someone pulled her off me. I opened my eyes and saw a short, fat old man with no hair, a stained vest top and a boner through his shorts had grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up.
"Charlene you fucking whore, get the fuck off him," he said. "Little shits probably just here to get high, he don't need you raping him as well you fucking slut, you want dick, you got it right here," the man said.
"I'm sorry he just looked so good, and I wanted him bad," she said.
"I don't give a fuck!" He said and slapped her across the face, then grabbed her cheeks and plunged his tongue in her mouth aggressively, his free hand harshly grabbing her ass. She started grinding on him and I began to scuttle away, trying to keep my breakfast down.
"Oh, make him stay and watch," the woman said.
"No! Fucking whore. You, fuck off!" He said to me and I didn't need telling twice. I scrambled to my feet and hurried off down the corridor. I was about to run down the stairs when I heard a familiar whimper from the room with the two men. I looked behind me and this so called 'charlene' and the random guy were practically fucking already so I deemed it safe to take a closer look.
"Come on to papa, sugar," a gruff voice said. I slipped in through the door and saw two men, one middle aged and balding, the other a greasy teen who looked about my age. Then, curled in the corner of a disgusting mattress was a tiny shaking girl.
"El?"

A\N OK I READ THROUGH THIS AND IM IN TEARS, LYDIA WAS SO MEAN TO MY MIKEY BEAN, FUCK! ANYWAYS THATS THAT, ILY ALL SO MUCH, BYEEEEE! XXX