we had finished up dinner and were half way back to the school when I finally realized I had left my phone in the booth we were just previously sitting in.
"you sure it's not on you?" he asked worriedly. I patted myself over for the fourth time and ran my hand stressfully through my hair and shook my head.
"hey, don't freak. I'll be two seconds. Stay under the light." he said and sprinted off back towards the Friendly's.
Although the street was busy with cars passing, the street light gave off a good light, and there were houses with their lights on inside, on either side of the street- I still felt an uncomfortable wave of worry wash over me. I quickly sped walked my way back towards the resturant aswell so I felt better than just standing there. On my way to the resturant I walked with a confidense, purpose, and strength that I totally masked just to make myself look less vulnerable than I felt.
"bad choice comin' roun' here this time alone sweet thang.." a voice slurred from behind me as I walked under a bridge-like train track. I kept walking, quickening my pace.
"where you headin'?" a second voice slurred, this time the guy was infront of me. He gripped the wall as he slowly slid his feet coming toward me. I began to panic and looked around for any signs of help, none were present though.
"so sad.. this one seems a bit less sleasy than the last 2 we encountered." a third voice said, more sober and determined than the others. He came out from a dark corner across the narrow street and began his stride over to us.
"oh shut up and let me be. I'm less than a block away from my destination and my friend will be here in 2 minutes. I don't think you will want to mess with him." I declared.
"sweety, do you really think Derek- the manipulative, lying, man-whore is going to save you? cause if you do, then you're more blonde than you come across." the third man declared.
"Derek set this whole thing up?" I asked, my voice raising an octive from fear.
I couldn't say I was shocked though, I mean I know his rumored past due to stories I over hear in Study Hall, but I just thought he might have been a bit better than to set up a gang rape under a dark train track.
as I was being thrown around, slapped, soon dropped on the ground, then kicked. The only thing I kept thinking about was what Rose was going to do after I died. Yes. I seriously thought this was how I was going to spend my last moments here on earth- being beat up by 3 un-known guys 2 of whom were drunk, but all were some way envolved with Derek who had apparently set this whole thing up.
what made it all worse was that the houses surrounding this scene seemed to all be oddly occupied of the Deaf. All were non-responsive to my pleas of help, screams of the guys to shut up, and my whimpers and cries of pain.
The third man, the ring leader in this ordeal, was starting to bend down and get way too personal with me. He started to take my coat off, get way too touchy for comfort and was defiantly too excited due to the sudden rock that formed in his pants. The other two guys were each holding me down, one holding my arms, the other my legs. Then suddenly a miracle happened and my prayers were suddenly answered- a car skidded to a stop right next to us, people insantly running out of it and up to us.
"Anthony! you son of a b- you get off Aubrey right now before I take that beef of yours and show you what it's like to have it chopped off." Chelsey screamed, a rush of relieaf came over me and if my neck wasn't held down harshly by this guy- Anthony, I would defiantly be looking over at her, and the boys.
"take you and your bozo crew else where I'm sorta busy right now." he demanded as he began thrusting. I groaned angirly and tried sqirming away, but that just caused for him to get more agressive, and so he slapped me across the face like he had been doing for god knows how long.
