Pointless Pain

Chapter 5

After an hour or two of cycling off road I arrived on the outskirts of the town. By now it was beginning to get dark. I was on full alert for Daryl's Gang. I peddled faster and faster, until I was going like fifty miles per hour. It was as if my simple BMX had changed to somewhat of a motorized dirt bike.

"Daryl, look, over there! Is that the crazy freak you were talking about?" 'Oh my god...' I thought. As I rode past an Alleyway, I saw the creepy smile of Daryl. I pushed on faster as I heard the sound of bike tires against Tarmac behind me. "You won't get away this time Libby!"

A thought snapped into my mind. My phone! I had moved it to my pocket about half an hour ago. I moved one hand from my left handle bar to my breast pocket. As soon as I had slipped it out I had to slow down a bit to dial the number.The gang weren't far behind.

I put the phone to my ear to be answered by a tired Chris. "What's up babe?" He answered with a yawn. "What's up? I'll tell you! I am being chased by a gang on bikes, that's what! I'm nearly at the river quickly help me!" I swiftly ended the call and placed the little device in my pocket.

As I neared a bridge leading off out of the town I jumped off my bike. I had remembered about the pocket knife; I put it in my backpack a week ago when I ran away, like the usual. I pulled it out as the gang dismounted their bikes. "Libby, no need to get irrational now." Daryl whispered.

No matter how hard I tried, three gang members overpowered me quickly holding my arms down. Daryl already had his hand under my bra, as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It drew circles round and round. I hated it. I bit down hard on his evil forked tongue making him pull away in disgust. "Ugh!" His hand hit me hard on my cheek. I held back the tears as his hand went under my skirt.

Some other boys held my feet so I couldn't kick. 'I bet they have a great view of what's going on!' The angry thought rang in my ears. Now he was in my underwear, I could feel his evil fingers moving around my private areas. No one would understand how much I wanted him dead right now!

Suddenly it stopped. His hand pulled away. The boys ran off as Daryl fell to the ground. Some one or something hit him hard in the head. A dark figure grabbed my hand and pulled me away. "My bike!" I called in dismay. "We have to leave it!" The voice soothed. I recognized the friendly tone instantly. It was Chris. On the journey back Chris had come up with the in-genius idea to move out and live by ourselves. Together. Of course.

"What will you tell your Mum?" I questioned, worried as we walked up his drive way. "I don't know." He answered simply. "But I do know that when I next see Daryl, I will kill him! I'm not kidding!" I smiled at the thought of Daryl being dead. "Well you wouldn't do that, we would be living in luxury!"