A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter thirty two

*her perspective*

I was passed out in the basement when my ears heard footsteps. I heard but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I was in a sate of consciousness where I couldn't see but could hear and feel. My eyes flickered and I could see speckles of light.

"Get up whore." He sounded drunk the way his words slurred. He kicked my leg but all my nerves where out. I could feel slight pain but couldn't get up. I felt my short hair being pulled. My body was lifted off the ground. His hand gripped my hair so bad that the pain spread through my body. I was being pulled and my hands where still tied to the bed the rope digging into my flesh. My eyes finally shot open but there was a gag in my mouth so I couldn't scream. I struggled and kicked him finally my naked body landing with a thud. The pain spread through my body. I whimpered a soundless whimper. He untied me and slung me over his shoulders. I just closed my eyes. He was probably gonna kill me but it'll just be worst to struggle. For a minute I think I smelt fresh air but then I was shoved into a car. The leather seats felt cold against my skin and stung my burn. we started moving. 'Oh great that means we get to drive away from civilization and get killed!' I thought.

He was drunk he seemed like he was all over the road. I closed my eyes for a bit then an idea popped into my head. My eyes snapped open and slowly moved to the front. My hands weren't bound and I took my long nails and scratched his face. He cursed and screamed but I didn't stop. I felt flesh under my nails but I kept clawing. the car started tumbling I heard a few curse words and then silence. My head banged against the car seat or something causing dizziness. I tumbled throughout the car and soon it stopped.

Trying with my teeth I pulled the cloth around my mouth off. I looked in the front seat my hands where full of his blood. Lynn hung in his seat. We were on our side. His face was bloody and he looked knocked out. I went to the passenger side and opened the door. The door was sharp and I accidently cut my hand.

I was bare naked. The cold breeze chilling my bare skin. I shivered. I looked in the back seat for clothes I need to get out of here. I found combat boots (two sizes to big) and a flanal jacket. Tying the shoes on and pulling the jacket on and buttening it I started running down the road. The nose nipping air hitting my legs. As I breathed my air came out and blew back in my face. Tears streamed my eyes. It burned my numb face and I kept running. My side started to ache. I tried to ignore it and kept running, I can't be to far. I mean it was only a little ways out from clarkston wasn't it? I needed to find somewhere what if he comes looking for me? What if I get caught. This was a miricale now I can only pray god gets me out of this alive. I slowed my pace and caught my breath breathing really heavily almost abnormal. Breezes hit places that aren't normal to hit. Tears wet my cheeks. I probably looked like crap. But I didn't care. After I caught my breath I started running again. My throat burning from the cold air hitting it. I stopped probably about twenty times to catch my breath till I finally saw some lights. Looked like a restraunt or bar but not clarkston.. Not even close. I booked it to the bar as soon as I came in the bar full of drunken men set eyes on me. My palms instantly got sweaty. I looked over to the man serving drinks.

"E-excuse me?" My voice cracked.

"What?" He snapped at me.

"Can I use a phone?"

"We don't need your kind around here your suppose to work on the streets."

"W-what? I I I'm seventeen! I am not a prostitute please help me. A man-"

"I said get out."

I was shocked I need help.

"Sir let me use your phone!" I practically yelled. It felt like in the movies how when a fight starts the music dies down and everyone stares.

"And I said get out you stupid hooker." Tears filled my eyes

"I'm not a hooker!" I screamed.

"Get out now!" He pushed me towards the door.

"I I I can't..."

"You will!"

"Hell find me..." I looked up at him and tears fell down my face, I clenched my fist and looked around the room. I turned on my heels mad walked out. Fine I'll keep running. Just as I was about to start running someone caught my forearm.

"Get over here hoe." I froze it was a male. A dark and cruel voice.

"I am not a prostitute."

I turned around and slapped him. He stumbled back a bit but then looked at me. He brought his hand up to his lip and licked the blood off. He had almost black eyes, his hair was just as black but his skin was pale as the snow itself. The blood highlighted his pink lips. He almost ran towards me knocking me over with him startling my now bare hips. Great I just got away from a rapist now I'm gonna be again. He unbuttoned the flanal and I struggled to get out from under him. Soon my eyes rolled back into my head. I saw darkness. Was it shock? Fear? Or just plain memories that have locked themselves in my mind slowly tormenting me?but I blacked out. Like a coward