Make Me Stay

14| FROM HEAD TO TOE

"What do you mea-" I guess it was too late as she had already hung up the phone. But what I was meaning to ask would propably have left me even more alarmed than I was while I ran downstairs, made sure every window and doors were closed and locked myself in the kitchen.

Who knew what would happen, at least I had my priorities straight. No food, no chance of survival. I already knew I wouldn't be able to cook for my life, quite literally, so I checked the wardrobes for processed food. A sight of relief scaped my lips when I found enough for a week. Oh, and knives.

There was a perfectly reasonable answer to my lack of histeria. In that moment I still wasn't aware of what was coming my way. So when I heard the bell, forgetting my super plan and dismissing every feeling that told me not to open the door... I did.

I should have been suspicious as to how on earth Jaxon and Lynn were able to pass through the fence surrounding the house. Or how I didn't hear the tyres against the gravel. Or the doors of the car closing.

When I finally opened the door ready to welcome the siblings and demand for answers, I cursed myself. Many times. How could I have been so stupid?

In front of me there were close to six men and women all dressed in black. Combat boots, tight jeans, turtle neck and a vest. There was not a glimpse of any other color, not even diffefent shades of black! I took an involuntary step back while I forced my knees not to give in and for the third time since I came to this god damn town I found myself in quite the terrifying situation.

Suddenly one of the girls stepped out and in a way I was glad it was not a guy. It'd be too easy for them to do whatever they wanted with my body as they clearly have the numbers.

Before that happened to me, I used to watch in the news -mostly girls- being raped in the streets and I was aware of the danger going by myself posed. But frankly, I never expected to be me in that situation. Maybe it had happened in the block next to my apartment located in the center. And no matter how close it was, I was convinced it would never happen to me. Until it did happen.

There is this thought on our heads, telling us it would never be us, that it is impossible for something such as being robbed, or kidnapped or raped to happen to us. It could be our own mind's defense. But it wouldn't be fair to blame or mind. The same way it is not fair to blame the girl for the clothes she was wearing, or the way she was dancing.

It is not fair.

And instead of educating children since day one. Parents still tell their son to have fun when they go out, whereas the girls are warned to be careful. And what's worse is that those kind of warnings are still necessary, but they shouldn't. What people still don't get is that we shouldn't be careful, we shouldn't be afraid nor blamed for walking alone at night. Because when we are forced to be accompanied, a piece of our rightful freedom is taken from us.

And in my case, I was hurt by the person I trusted the most. I trusted him with my life. But I gave him my life so he would take care of it, not destroy it as he did.

I subtly sighed in relief when she held her hand out for me to take a piece of paper. An envelope actually. Then she looked at me daring me to talk. But I didn't and I kept quiet in case my silence would be at the moment much more appreciated than my voice. Then they simply turned around and with that same brown eyed girl leading them they jumped the fence and disappered leaving me standing on the porch while I clutched the paper to my thigh.

I quickly looked to the right and then to the left before I entered the house and closed the door behind me. I was extremely aware of the danger I was exposed to just half a minute ago and before I decided to look what was written on the paper I put a chair against the door just like I used to see how did they did it in the movies.