Raped

At the Food Court

He was wearing the same shirt that he wore that night. That same pale blue shirt. With each breath I took, I got angrier. I clenched my fist and asked Isaac to let go of my hand. Rage was pulsing through my veins. This was my chance, I thought. I pushed Isaac aside and ran towards him. He was a bit far from me and so, I took my sneakers off and threw them in his direction. It hit him, and he turned back, right at me.

Looking at him, I realized he felt a flicker of irritation. Isaac was pulling me to leave this place. He walked and stood in front of me. He was tall and muscular. 

"What is wrong with you? Who are you?" he asked. This made me angrier and I slapped him. 
"Who am I? You don't know who I am ?" 

At this point, his face lit up. He turned to walk away. I grabbed his shirt from behind and pulled it, allowing him to face me. 

"Don't. I swear I will make sure you end up in the ICU." He began smiling.
"Just like you, huh?" 
"Isaac ask him to stop or I will do something." 
"Do what? Ouh, again get ra-" 

I lost control over my anger and like the speed of Flash, I pushed him hard that made him fall and I was on top of him, hitting and punching him. However, that was not enough, I grabbed a chair and smashed it into his face. 

I fell on my knees. All my energy was gone.  

"Why do they get to live? He doesn't deserve to live," I looked at Isaac, who was sitting right next to me, "Isaac, why? Why do I get this life? I don't want it." 

"You get this life, because you said no to Leroy. You think it's easy to reject him? You were lucky he was interested in shit like you."
"Please stop, bro." Isaac helped him get up.
"Wait, Isaac. Your pretty friend needs to know who Leroy is." 

I got up and rushed to slap him again but right then, Officer 115 showed up. He stood between us. Once again, he gave me that look. 

"You should go home, I'm sure your mother will be angry when she will be knowing about today." 

Isaac pulled me and we headed back to our home.