My Name is Gabby Simpson (The Vamps Fanfiction)

Pretty Girl

The Vamps will be back in this chapter. And I don’t mean to offend any people with this. It isn’t terribly graphic, but read at your own discretion.

No, I thought. No no no no.

Within moments, they were at the end with me. I took a step back, and they both took a step forward.

“Here,” my voice was weak. I held out my bag, thrusting it in front of me. “I don’t have much, but if you take it and let me go, I won’t tell my boyfriend-”

“Cut it out with the boyfriend shit,” the blue eyed man told me. “And we don’t want your money.” But he grabbed it, nevertheless, only to toss it to the ground. The younger man took another step closer to me, so I took another step back, only to find myself against the wall. I couldn’t go back further- the only place to run would be forward. I’d have to fight them. I at least had to try.  

But I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do that. What if they had a gun? What if they’d kill me if I fought? Would it be better to just stay still, to let… whatever happen, happen?

My whole body was shaking, and my mouth filled with bile.

He closed the space between us, and I looked down, shaking, feeling his breath on my face. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he whispered to me, then dipped his head down, pressing his mouth to my throat. I shut my eyes tight, my stomach turning as soon as his wet tongue began to slide over my skin.

No. This won’t happen. I have to try. I wouldn’t be able to take it. I wouldn’t let them take my pride and my humanity without trying to fight it. And for all I knew, if they had a gun, they were going to kill me whether I fought or not.

So I screamed. I pushed against him, kicking and thrashing until he moved back. I took the five inch space I had and ran forward, darting around him, but his hand was fisted in my hair before I could take two steps. He jerked back, yanking me into his body, and I could feel the ripping pain of my hair tearing out of my scalp.

We both went down then. I fell beneath him and he straddled me, wrestling my flailing limbs until I was pinned in place. His knuckles met my eye, sending an array of purple and green colors under my lid and blinding hot pain throughout my entire head. Then it hit my stomach, and I choked, wheezing for breath.

“Hey, man, do you want help?” The blue eyed man sounded amused.

“Nah,” the man replied from above, holding my arms above my head. “I like the fighters.”

He began laughing.

He began to unzip my coat, distracted. His hands released mine to do so, and I got ready. Shifting my body weight so my knee was carefully placed, I waited. I wanted him to think that I had given up. That I was weak, and I would succumb.

One. The blue eyed man walked over.

Two. I took a deep breath.

Three. He finished unzipping.

I brought my leg forward as hard as I could, hitting him in the spot.

He cried out, immediately grabbing between his legs, his face contorting with pain. Now it was my turn. My fist flew forward, socking him in the nose, and he was off of me.

Everything else from there was a blur. The blue eyed man tried to get me then, but I was too fast. I moved past both of them, barely a thought running through my head. It felt as though I was moving through syrup, stumbling through the dark, feeling along the sides of the wall.

I could feel them chasing me, again, but I wasn’t sure how far I’d be able to run. My stomach ached, my right eye throbbed, my hand felt unusually wet and crusted and I had no idea where I was going.

And yet at one point, I realized, they truly gave up. After all, a fight wasn’t what they were looking for. I had never felt so relieved in my life, but I didn’t stop trying to get away. My thoughts were frantic- an explosion of panic, relief, fear, and adrenaline.

 

Time seemed to have shifted, because the moment I was back into full consciousness, I was in a small, bright room.

Gasping for air, I realized I was in a bathroom, sitting area type place. There were couches and a few stalls through a narrow passage without a door.

I’m okay, I thought. I got away. I’m alive. The thoughts, silly to spell out in my head, were the only words I could cling to.

No one was in the room, and so I screamed. I let it out, the noise that made no difference merely moments ago and made no difference now. But at least I was safe. I got away. I sunk to the floor, my head in my hands, not letting tears escape but only letting out dry, ragged sobs. I needed to breath, if only for a few moments.

I wasn’t sure how long it had been, whether minutes or hours, but eventually I stood up. The lights in the room were blinding, but through slight delirium I made my way to the payphone on the wall. I needed to get ahold of someone. Anyone.

But I was a girl with no family, no home, and no friends I knew with a phone. I didn’t have anyone. The only person I had was him.

There was no one else to call, I realized, looking down at my hand.

What if he doesn’t answer? What if he knows it’s you and he doesn’t want to be bothered? I asked myself. Part of me really hoped he wouldn’t pick up, but the other part of me…

Slipping in the coin, I heard the clinkof it falling, and I punched in the numbers.

“Hello?” He sounded sleepy, as though he had just woken up. I didn’t feel it often, but guilt made its way into my stomach.

“Bradley?” I said it so quietly, I barely heard it myself.

But he did. “Gabrielle? Is everything alright? I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“I’m so sorry for asking but I- I need help.” Suddenly my words shifted, and they began to come out in pathetic, regretful sobs. “I was walking and these... I need help, and I can’t call the police or else-”

“Where are you?”

“I- I don’t know-”

“Okay, just stay where you are. We’ll figure it out. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

So immediately, he responded. So quickly he would do something for me, a person he didn’t even know. I wasn’t used to kindness.

My voice broke. “I’m- so sorry-”

He laughed a bit, but it sounded panicked. As if… he was worried.

Worried about me?

“I’m glad you called me,” he said softly. “Don’t feel bad. You’re safe- at least soon you will be. You’ll be okay. I’ll pick you up and we’ll figure it out from there. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

I shakily dropped the phone, leaning against the wall. It was going to be okay. I was going to be fine. Sighing with relief, I closed my eyes, my breath came out in shudders.

AN: What almost happened to Gabby is a serious issue and once again I hope no one is offended by it. I had to make something dangerous happen to her in order for the rest of the story to play out. I know that rape and sexual abuse is nothing to be taken lightly or joked about- it is an incredibly horrible and serious thing that I am incredibly conscious of. But anyway, thank you so much for reading. I wholeheartedly appreciate anyone who takes a look at it.