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KAPC chap.2

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who am I. You seems in danger, we better get you outta it. So tell me, do you see any sign?"

"I'm in a gas station by a huge meadow that leads into a dark wood. Is that enough?"

"Dude, can you be more specific?"

"I don't know where am I. All I know I'm in a gas station called wood-gasoline"

"Hold on, I think I know where you are. I'll ask the police to trace you"

"No, no please no, don't bring the police, he'll know and I'll be dead"

"Alright, alright. Just stay at where you are, I'll be there ASAP"

I let the phone fell from my hand, slumping back down to my previous position. My hands are covered in blood, my own blood. How sad is that sound?

My heart and head pounding rapidly, adding more pain into the already chaotic mess I called my body. I bet if I look into a mirror I wouldn't recognise myself, huff. I pulled off my shoes, freeing my swollen feet and letting it breathe with the limited air.

I wonder what I did wrong until the call reached that person instead of Blake.
But who's that stranger anyway? And why is he so willing to help me? He does sound like a northerner, am I somewhere in the north then?

I chuckled at myself, finding the whole situation funny but also somehow pathetic.
Who knows wanting to get laid can lead to huge chaos that include being kidnapped, raped, and beaten up? Obviously not me, 'cause if I know, I wouldn't be here in the first place.

I leaned myself against the telephone box, choosing to take a breath and close my eyes for a second.

I was shaken rather gently with a slight slap on my cheek. I peeked open my eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights. The mysterious person cradled me into their arms and easily picked me up. They open their backseat door and put me inside the car, laying me down and covering me with some materials.

"I would do anything but don't beat me up again please" I mumbled out as I noticed the person got into the driver seat.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not going to kill me?"

"You're the boy that called me right?" The thick northern accent in his voice created goosebumps on my skin.

"If you're that kind stranger that I thought was Blake, then yes I guess"

"I'm Reece"

"I'm George, sorry to bother you"

"You mentioned something about someone being after you, mind elaborating? Cause I for sure don't want a criminal in my household"

"I'm not a criminal if that's what in your mind."

"Then?" He looked towards the rear-view mirror, quirking his eyebrows at me.

"I was kidnapped."

"Oh? How so?"

"I... promise me not to laugh or drop me in the middle of the road?"

"Sure"

"What day is it today anyway?"

"Tuesday, April 14th," Reece answered, his eyes stayed focus on the road.

"Alright so uh... Saturday, 4th of April, I was out in town in intent to get laid. My friends keep calling me cranky since it's been six months since the last time I get laid so I finally listen to them and we went to that huge club in town. Me, Blake, Brad, Tristan, Bailee, and Lauren arrived there in all 6 but then as soon as we got outta the queue, we parted ways. I went to the bar and ordered my drinks but then suddenly this man came to me, complimenting me and whatnot before he bought me a couple of shots. I never get his names, but then suddenly we're upstairs. You know what happened there but then when I thought we were done, a bunch of men came in and he tied me to the bed. I tried to break free, but they were too many and too strong compare to me. They used me until I went in and out of consciousness, I can barely felt my body the tenth time I woke up. The men are long gone but the guy that bang me first was still there. He gave me water along with sweet nothing and then bang me again until I came dried and lost my consciousness. I woke up again and I was suddenly in a basement. Numb and dehydrated with pounding headache. Someone came in and I thought it was that boy but instead, it was my step-dad. He beat me to pulp and stabbed me with a knife, telling me how much of a disgrace I am and so on. I woke up, again, and I was naked, sprawled in the middle on the basement. He beat me up again, rape me, invited his friends so they could join and do whatever they pleased as if I was nothing but an object. How ironic is that? Being called names by your stepdad and then being used like a cheap whore by him and his friends. It went on and on like that until he finally felt enough of me, so he left me in the basement, locked, with no water, no food, but thankfully clothed. You could probably still smell the sex and blood on me, I'm sorry for that. But last night, he came back with another two men and they used me all at once. Banging me while slicing my skin with knives. I passed out again, and when I woke up, there's a note with a plate of toast saying 'be ready for another session like that or else you would be death. We'll have so much fun since toys gonna be included this time' and I swear, I prefer death over being used like that, but I know he won't let me. So when I heard the front door slammed shut, I knew he left and took take as my chance. I was trying to call my best friend and I don't know what I did wrong but turns out it was you instead"

"Lemme conclude this. So that night, you were just trying to get laid but turns out you were raped with many men, then you got kidnapped by the man who turns out to be your step dad's assistant, and then got raped again but also got beaten up and then you call the wrong number when you escaped?"

"Yeah, to make it short it was exactly that."

"My dear god, how are you so calm about all of this?"

"I can't do much now can I?" I asked, not expressing much by my voice.

"We're going to the hospital and I'm reporting this to the department"

"No, Reece. Don't include the police. You don't have to do that"

"I don't have to, but I want to. I'm the police myself anyway. Now, shut up and just lay down. There's a bottle of water under the seat and in there supposed to be some snacks or shit at that container."

1.25K bby
Can you believe that?
This piece of rubbish that I called a short stories collection book got 1.25K

I'm shock, but grateful nevertheless
It's not that much for some of you (who's an already great and somewhat famous writer) but it means so much to me :)
So, thanks a lot guys <3

Shit kinda suck rn (for me irl)
How's everyone doin?
I hope you guys all alright
HMU and tell me how you are
We can rant and ramble and jamming

That's all for now
See you!!! I'll talk more in next chapter (probably, we'll see)
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