Crepuscular

Crepuscular - Part 4

Author's Note

Yes, yet another short story with a song name as the title... Since the last one was a bit depressing this one won't be too depressing, well, maybe... I don't know haha :)

Listen to da song ------> It's by The Fray!!! Got to love them <3 first comment on this will get a dedication just because I feel like it :D

ANOTHER WARNING like on the last one - just in case I do decide to have something scary or sad... *sigh* forget that last part, this story is going to be scary AND mature kind of.... but not sad :)

Thanks,

HopeSilver

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You Found Me

I screamed, but no one came. My surroundings were dark and haunting, chills running up my spine. My back pressed up against the cool, mossy brick wall but I couldn't move away. I struggled against my binds, trying to think how I had gotten into this situation. How I was now in an unknown and dark alleyway, my hands and legs tied and my dress frayed. 

What had happened? 

What was going to happen?

Darkness was the only thing I could see in the dank alley. I was crouched in a corner, dreary and exhausted. Sweat dripped in beads across my forehead. I just wanted to get out of here. Shouts wafted down from the main street, rowdy young adults who were probably drunk, swaggering into view. My caramel brown eyes widened, my neck prickling with heat. I froze, hoping that they wouldn't notice me. Maybe they would walk past. Maybe I could press myself against the wall so much that I could disappear into it. 

But they kept stumbling closer. They turned down into the alley.

"Here she is!" one shouted, pointing in my direction.

"She's a pretty one," another laughed, almost tripping over his friend.

No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be happening to me. Another friend came closer, wondering aloud, "Where did you find her? She surely didn't come willingly..." His eyes travelled to my frayed dress and I gulped.

They were so close. I had to do something. My father had shown me how to tie and slip my hands out of knots when I was little, but I was too paralysed with fear to move.  Eventually I summoned enough courage to shift against the wall, scraping my exposed back slightly. My hands rubbed against each other and the grimy rope that held them together. The binds weren't getting any looser. 

"Now, now," a man hushed, his vile breath fanning out on my face. Yes, they had been drinking. I squirmed away from him as he put his hand to my face, his fingers tracing my cheekbones. "Don't struggle honey. It will only make it worse."

Bile rose to my throat as his friends slipped in next to him. I couldn't see their faces, they were all hidden in the darkness, in the shadows of the alleyway. What did I do to deserve this?

"It's such a shame," the man on the left sighed, lifting a strand of my blonde hair in his fingers, admiring it. "I bet she isn't older than sixteen."

"Yeah, but she sure as hell is fine." I shivered as another man dragged out the last word, his fingers tracing my hand and his eyes mentally undressing me. 

"You can't do this!" I shouted. I don't know where my voice came from considering the fact that my throat was clenched and dry. I tried to shove the men away but I couldn't since my hands were tied behind my back. 

One of the men chuckled. "Uh, I don't think you're the decider of what we can do or not."

"Just go with it."

"It'll be over before you know."

I shook my head as a man clamped his hand over my mouth. Tears rushed to my eyes, blurring my vision. No. Please. Somebody, please save me.

"Such a pretty dress. It's a shame we have to ruin it."

Their hands started to press against my body, groping at my dress as they tried to rip it off. Thank goodness that it was a thick fabric. They struggled as they tried to rip the main fabric, failing to get it completely off me. I glanced down at my dress and realised I was wrong. Although they hadn't managed to get the dress off me, there was a large spilt on the left which ran from my lower thigh to my waist. Gulping, I brought my eyes up to the men, trying to plead with them to stop. Maybe there were hearts in those cruel bodies.

Maybe not.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard more of the fabric rip, exposing most of my body. Hands touched my flat stomach, causing me to whimper. This wasn't what I wanted. I never wanted this. I just hoped they would get it over and done with. The faster the better. 

I waited for them to come at me, to start.

But they didn't.

I opened my eyes cautiously, noticing that the men had whipped their heads around to see another figure. Oh great. Another member. Tears streamed down my face, vivid images haunting my mind. Why wasn't anyone helping me?

Suddenly the men stood, leaving me alone on the floor. I gasped as they started striding towards the new figure. Then I heard the punch. The man who had joined them slammed his fist into one of the three men's faces. The figure was shoved but he fought back, kicking one man in the guts and slamming another against the wall. They slid down to the ground, aching in pain. The figure came closer to the first man, brawling with him. I watched the fight, intent on every move the figure made. Maybe he had come to save me.

I didn't notice that one of the others had crawled their way towards me. They laughed hungrily, their hand vicious against my skin. I tried to kick him away but he stood his ground, hands reaching for me.

"Help!" 

The figure twisted to look at me, pushing the man he was currently fighting to the ground, a sickening thud resounding as he crashed to the floor. He ran to the man near me, pushing him off my body, repeatedly banging his clenched, white fist into the man's face. I smiled as a trail of red ran from his nose. Wait. Since when did I become sadistic?

The figure turned to me, a sympathetic smile on his face. He thrust out his hand and I took it, allowing him to pull me up. He swiftly took off his jacket, wrapping the leather around me. I gratefully thanked him, shaking. My new dress was ruined but at least I was safe. I think. A cold wind blew past us furiously, shoving me into my saviour. 

"Sorry..." I stuttered, blushing.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured. 

"Who are you?"

"Someone you don't need to know." My eyebrows furrowed in thought. The man wasn't actually a man at all, he was a teen, just two years older than me. His dark hair was windswept and he had beautiful green eyes. 

"Thank you," I whispered.

"I can't believe they could do something like that. If I hadn't come... I, I..." He shivered, imaging my fate if he never stopped it.

I grabbed his hand, sparks jolting as we touched. I pulled back, frightened. His eyes widened as he felt it too. And then, a slight, slight blush appeared on his cheeks. How could I make this person blush? This person who just took on three men older and stronger than him. I smiled, grabbing his hand again. He was my saviour. I would forever treasure him.

"Thank you," I mumbled again, a sudden urge overcoming me, forcing me to kiss his cheek. "You found me."