~Prologue~
"Listen here,and listen good little missy, you understand me?" I nodded,and the guy stood in front of me,hands pinning me up against the wall,his sharp eyes staring me down. I felt something sharp at my neck,a knife blade,I could tell. I stared at him in his eyes,his bloodshot eyes. Breath murdering my nostrils with its boozy smell,he spoke again,harsher this time. "I want you to tell me,where the hell our crack has gone,you understand? From what I've heard,you're the only one who knows where it is, and if you don't tell me,I will slice this blade across your neck until you die. Understand?" I nodded,and he released me. "Good girl,"he said,in a patronizing tone of voice. "Now tell me where it is,you little bitch. Unless you want the knife against your neck? Do you want this knife against your neck,SLUT?" I shook my head,and then croaked out,"I'm not a slut."
His fierce eyes locked on me,and he spoke. "What did you just say,SLUT?" Clearing my throat,I repeated what I just said to him and he nodded,then said,"So,little girly,if you're not a slut,then what are you?" I looked up to the sky and hoped for a miracle. "ANSWER ME SLUT!" The guy screamed in my face,and I heard a motorbike near to us. The screeching of the wheels,and then footsteps.
"Listen girly,I'm gonna give you one last chance to answer me,or I will pound this knife into your heart and kill you,okay? If you're not a slut,then what are you?" Then,another voice,clear and loud,cut into the cold,harsh midnight air.
A familiar voice.
"She's my girlfriend."
How did I get to this point?
To the point where I was raped,and then nearly killed?
You might want to hear my story.
Sit down,and cover up,as it gets cold.
Very cold...
NOTE: If you're reading this, I wrote this when I was 12 years old. It's not particularly one of my finest works, looking back on it, it's poorly written and could have gone much better. But, you can't blame me as it was my first try at writing an actual fanfiction, so naturally it's gonna be shit. I'm just saying this as a warning, okay? Oh and also there's a sex scene which again was poorly written. I don't know why I wrote it tbh, I'd read other stories where they had sex and I probably thought, yeah that works.
Once again, I am really sorry.
Ellie, 15th February 2015
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Be Careful What You Wish For... (George Shelley Fanfiction)
Teen FictionYou have to be careful what you wish for,because sometimes it can all go wrong. I've been unlucky my whole life,but does my new boyfriend George have the ability to help me? Or will he just end up falling down,and dragging me down with him?