Aren't I Normal?

Chapter 9

Attention! The following content has mild descriptions of sexual abuse.

I was still running and my legs were getting tired.

But I didn't give up.

I didn't want whoever was chasing me to catch up.

Eventually, I slowed down panting and out of breath.

But I couldn't stop now. He was still behind me.

Suddenly I tripped, slamming into the concrete floor.

'No,' I muttered 'No no no no no...'

The man stood staring at my exhausted body and sniggered.

I tried to get up but I couldn't.

I felt so weak.

The man dragged me by the legs into an ally way. I kicked and screamed

'Let me go!' I whimpered with teary eyes.

'Your to pretty to let go, sweetie,' he said. His breath reeked of alcohol.

He pinned me to the wall. One hand was holding me by the shoulder. The other reaching down.

'No!' I shouted, trying to break free.

'No use,' he smirked as he wedged his hand between my thighs.

I screamed but he covered my mouth with his other hand.

'Shh, you mustn't let anyone hear you,' he purred.

Tears were rolling down my eyes.

Why couldn't I fight? Why was I so weak?

Then suddenly, someone hit the guy across the head with a metal rod. The man let go of me, falling to the ground and clutching his bleeding head.

'Don't you ever lay a finger on her, you bastard!' The person shouted.

I took a better look at who it was and my eyes widened.

It was Claude.

(A/N So Claude,huh? I wonder what happens next... Find out in the next chapter, keep reading and writing!)