Babydoll {H.S.} AU

01.

I wiped the sweat that threatened to spill over my brow and into my eyes, cringing when my sore elbow made contact with the wall of the small, hot closet.
My muscles screamed in pain from being in the same position for too long now.
It's been an hour since I dropped my half eaten sandwich and scrambled to find a hiding place, my apartment building being torn upside down by people unknown.
I heard the pleading and cries from my fellow neighbours and the tears burned the back of my eyes, as I swallowed.
I was glad my brother and mother weren't home. Even though I wish I had someone to help me, I wouldn't dare wish they were here with me. I'm glad they're at the grocery store safe.
Dad had just sent his child support, my brother dancing from joy, and him and mom walking, almost running to the grocery store to fill up the always empty fridge.
My head snapped up at the sound of my front door being kicked repeatedly, before falling to the ground.
The tears streamed over my olive-colored skin.
I swallowed.
At least five people had to of been in my house now, ransacking and tearing my home apart.
I slapped my hand against my mouth to prevent the vomit from coming out of my throat.
'Why aren't the cops here?' But the cops didn't care about this side of town. Poverty stricken, gangs shooting at each other everyday.
And I was in a closet that was too hot and sticky and all I could think was 'am I going to die?'
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" A deep male voice taunted.
I was shaking and sweating in fear, my fate only a few feet away from my bedroom door that I shared with my younger brother, Evan.
Sobs threatened to come out of my throat, so I pressed harder against my mouth, to try and get a grip on reality.
The door cracked open and I felt dizzy. I suddenly appreciated everything my mother did for me; especially after being left by our dad. And Evan. Even though he got on every single one of the last nerves, I loved him more than he would ever know. I silently cried and prayed, somehow believing that I had magical powers and that I could telepathically reach them and tell them I love them.
But it was too late. Someone clasped her hand on the closet door, and swung it open.
"Found her!" The woman who had a nasally voice snarled.
I fought and kicked and screamed and punched. But it was useless. My cries were muffled into the carpet as they tied my hands and feet up.
There had to be at least thirteen of them.
But I could only see one from my face being crushed into the ground, in the doorway.
He looked about twenty, hard sharp angles and he looked like black coffee.
A mop of curly, brown hair fell down, a little past his eyes and he had a strong scowl on his face, as if he had better things and places to be.
His piercing green eyes made contact with mine, and I silently pleaded with him. They softened a little, before hardening once again.
His tall frame retreated from the door frame, and I felt something go over my mouth.
It tasted of cigarette and smelt like bleach.
And then I was gone.
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A/N
Picture of the apartment building and music for this chapter on the side! Xoxo- Hals