Welcome to New York

1

The boy looks up at me, giving me a short nod and gets in my car. 

"My name's Rosie," I tell him, " Rosie Williams. Who are you?"

"Jasper... Jasper Carter," the boy breathes. 

I turn my music up slightly and we play 21 questions.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"18. 19 in February. You?"

I smile. "17. I'll be 18 soon I guess" 

"That's cool. 

I offer him my drink as I ask him what he's doing walking down the deserted road.

Suddenly, Jasper becomes ghostly pale, looking at me with despair I've only seen once in my life. He shakes himself out of whatever stupor he was in and suddenly his walls came up.

"What's it matter to you?! You don't know me!" He shouts and I flinch at the tone in his voice.

"I'm sorry!" I whimper and shrink into the seat more.

I pull the parked car onto the road. I can feel his curious eyes on me as I start driving through the dirt. 

We drive for many hours before I finally decide to pull into a hotel. I grab my bag and get out of the car.

2 rooms please, a single night, single beds. As cheap as possible," I say as I walk up to the clerk.

He hands me the keys and I give one to Jasper. He sighs.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to snap at you," he says, regret in his eyes.

"It's fine. I'll see you in the morning at 8. We can get some food, and get you some clothes and then we're on the road."

"Where you going, anyway?"  He questions

"New York to start with," I reply, "Not that it's any of your concern, anyway though."

I feel a hand creeping up my thigh, gently caressing the soft skin there, feel rough, dry lips against my neck. I want to scream, I feel it bubbling up my throat, but it's trapped there by the hand around my mouth. I feel the tears burning my cheeks, and the strain on my breathing. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. The hand slowly creeps further up my thigh and grazes just below my navel before moving up my stomach and roughly groping my breast. I fight the man, kicking and struggling against the ropes binding me to the chair. I bite the hand covering my mouth.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" The man screams, slapping me across the face in frustration. 

I whimper as the blows keep coming down onto my skinny, starved body. I hear a deafening crack, feeling the bones in my rib shatter.

I wake to hear a piercing scream, only to realise it was my own. I feel a lump start to grow in my throat, and my insides start to shake. I hear my heart pounding in my ears and my vision starts to blur as white fills my vision and I can't see. I start hyperventilating, struggling to get any breath in my lungs, gasping I sit up grasping the sheets, trying to ground myself. Sobs rack through my body.

I'm pulled into somebody's arms and a tinging sensation goes over my skin where ours meet as I curl into the warmth, still struggling to breathe. 

"Count to 10 with me," they say

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

"5"

"6"

"7"

"8"

"9"

"10"

"Now," they whisper into my hair, "give me 3 big deep breaths. As big as you possibly can. Ready?"

I nod my head, still shaking and gasping for breath.

"Alright... in your nose... that's it... and slowly through your mouth... atta girl... and again? In your nose... now get all that negative energy..... nice and big... and out... let it go... One more.... in... and out.... good... good... you're okay, I'm here..."

They continue whisper soothing things in my ear and stroke the very top of my hair. I continue to sob as I slowly regain my breath, falling into a deep sleep in the strangers' arms.

A/N: Hii. This is my first official chapter of 'Welcome to New York'. I' hoping my works are okay! 

If I've misspelt anything just point it out and let me know! Thankyou :)

Also I'm going to update when I can, between school, visiting my dad and everything else, but there shouldn't be too long between updates.

Until next time!!