Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 48: The Worst Night pt. 2

(Picture of strip club Above *WARNING: sexual assault and sexual content below. If you have ever been sexually assaulted or raped, do NOT read this chapter. Go onto next chapter. You've been warned*)

           "You really don't deserve Evan. He's not a real man." The guy sad soothingly, my body too weak to fight him away. "Like me, who knows how to handle you."
               "Mmmm." I hold my head, tears falling down my face. "I want to go home."

(FULL ON WARNING YOU! THIS IS WHERE SEXUAL ASSULT HAPPENS! DO NOT READ IF IT CAUSES TRIGGERS!)

                Suddenly, I am pushed down onto a bouncy surface. Tears fall down my heads as I groan from my aching head. I think I have a concussion and broken rib. Tears fall down my face as I hold my ribcage. Evan broke some ribsz. Suddenly, my sweatpants are being tugged down.
"Stop..." I groan softly, shaking from the pain. "Please! Stop."
           "Turn that damn phone off! Even's gonna kill us if you do!" The man growls above me.
          "Whatever bro." Someone else says.
          I hear voices. Other voices. Not just the guy who dragged me in here. NO NO NO NO NO! Suddenly, my panties are slid—I begin to kick and scream, despite the pain in my ribcage. Strong hands pin me down—AHHHHHHH! Pain surges through my head. Someone punched or hit me hard in the face. Tears pour down my face.
             "She's a wild one!" Someone says, I can't see through my tears.
             "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME! STOP! GET OFF OF ME! EVAN! EVAN! SOMEBODY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, "AHHHH!!!!"
             Suddenly, I hear a bang like sound. The people holding me down let me go and I hear loud screaming.
             "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR!!!!" A booming voice screams.
             Taking this opportunity, I curl up into a ball and cry. My head throbs from the distant music. Tears run down my cheeks.
              "Poor baby." I hear a man say, "EVERYBODY! OUT OF MY BAR! NOW!"
              Whoever it is, he helps me get dressed and he helps me out. I feel dirty and nasty. So ugly. The man has to hold onto me as we walk, I can barely see straight. My head throbs so badly and my ribs hurts. The music goes off. Thank God.
           "Are you hurt? You keep wincing." The man says gently.
           Tears pour down my cheeks. "M-M-My ribs. And I have a concussion."
           The man whispers a "shit" before walking me out. I hop into HULK. I start him and pull out of the drunk orgy filled parking lot. The man screams at me to stop but I don't. Even with blurred vision, I am going to get the hell away from there.
       

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             I think I ended up at a hospital somewhere. All I could hear was sirens and voices shouting. And coldness. I slipped in and put on consciousness as I began to fly.