One Girl

Chapter Six

Hey guys! I got to see One Direction in concert 4 days ago on July 14th, 2013. It was the most incredibly amazing night of my life! Ever since then i've been on a One Direction high and decided to FINALLY continue writing my story, so here's chapter 6 enjoy! make sure to fan, vote, and comment! And if you want to know about my concert experience at all feel free to message me!! -Xx

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I weaved my way through the meshing bodies of overly intoxicated, drunk, sweaty people. Searching for Dillan and Rumour so we could go home. I spotted Rumour and Louis together, laughing and talking. I decided to ditch the thought and go home by myself. They seemed like they were having too much fun, and I didn't want to ruin it. Who knows where things could lead.

I was almost towards the entrance when I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me back towards them. They always come running back. I tripped a little, the high heels, and alcohol definitely didn't help my clumsiness. He caught me just before I would face plant. Definitely did not want to be one of those girls.

I was against his chest as he just held me for a brief moment before I looked up. He was already looking down at me. Giving me a devious smile.

I turned abruptly before I got roped into this again. I could tell I caught him off guard because he dropped his hands. I ran out the doors as best as I could in my ridiculously tall heels.

Immediately I was blinded with the flashing of cameras, and strange men and women asking me random questions. I ran away quickly down the now empty streets.

It was dark, and starting to get cold. Why didn't I just get a taxi? I am a complete idiot. . . well just a couple more blocks till I'm home.

I heard shuffling behind me, and I turned just in time for a man to grab my arm and pull me into the alley on the side of the street.

"Let go of me! Perv, Rapist, Help somebody!" I shouted, that's all I could get out before he clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me further away. He pushed me against the wall roughly causing me to hit my head against the hard brick wall. My vision went fuzzy, and black at the edges, and I temporarily forgot about the man in front of me.

I started to panic and tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. He ran his hands up my legs and around to my ass. Tears started to stream down my face, I will not be sexually raped in an alley, but my chances of escaping were slim.

The man took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my hair pulling it back so my neck was exposed. I felt the cold steel of a blade pressed against my throat. I whimpered and almost started screaming again.

"You're gonna listen to me, and do as I say otherwise I'll slit your pretty little throat" He threatened. If looks could kill, he'd be dead, but sadly they can't.

I slowly nodded, just as his hands traveled higher up my dress making the cold stone I was against press into my back. I winced as his lips got closer and all I could smell was his foul breath which made me gag. How convenient would it be if I threw up on him? Great i'll just make sarcastic comments while this man is trying to rape me. Big no-no.

I tried to push him off of me but he just threw himself closer to me. "Your being naughty, you wanna know what I do with naughty girls?" He questioned me just as tears brimmed in my eyes making my vision blurry.

"I hurt them" He said just as the blade pressed against my arm. I let out a piercing scream making him dig the blade deeper in to my arm. The tears were now continuously streaming down my face as I started choking on my screams, which then turned into coughs.

"Listen here sweetheart, your gonna listen to everything I say you little bitch. Otherwise your pretty little face will wind up on the news found in a di--" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was knocked out cold on the ground, by guess who? None other than Harry Styles, creep totally followed me home.