Dangerous
Him Again
The next morning I woke up quite early, for I had not slept very well after the events that too place earlier the evening. Millie came home around 4am drunk as anything, and had bruises on her face. From what I got out of her in her drunken state, her boyfriend was a very dangerous drunk and had taken his anger out on her. I called him this morning and told him to leave her alone and that she wanted nothing to do with him. I then cleaned her up and put her to bed, and afterwards I realised I had to leave for work. I decided I wasn't going to go, so that I could stay with Millie, but she insisted that I should go and that she would be fine. I soon gave into her, since it is my first day and I don't want to make a bad impression. I guess I could of told the truth, but Millie made me swear not to tell anyone. Not even the police. I keep questioning her why, but all she says is "It was just a mistake." Which I don't buy for one second. I will get the truth out of her but not for awhile. I think she needs to calm down after the incident and rest. But after all that has happened, I will get answers.
I later then left for work, after telling Millie to lock the door and check it twenty times before she goes back to bed. I wasn't scared or anything, I am just very cautious. I was now sitting in a class full of kids. I gave them their lesson, which was to paint a picture of their dreams. The kids are aged between 6 - 8 years. They are cute, but very loud. I watched them all painting. Some of their dreams varied from Policemen, to astronauts, to singers and then to princesses. I smiled as I realised how innocent they all are and that they have no idea of what's out there in the real world. If only we could all be forever young. My phone they started to vibrated. I looked at the caller ID and I felt sick. If I could picture my face right now, I can imagine it must be pale and that I must look like a dead person. I hovered my finger over the answer button. I couldn't bring myself to answer the phone.
"Miss are you okay?" I glanced up to see a blonde little girl who goes by the name of Mary looking at me.
"Yes sweetheart I am fine." I smiled a very warm smile. I placed my phone back down on the desk and walked over to her. I hunched down so I was level with the girl. "Why don't you show me what you have painted?"
"Sure." She took my hand and lead me over to her section of the classroom. She picked her painting up and handed it to me. I took it in my hands and gazed at it. From what I could tell she had drawn an older version of herself in a room full of other girls. There were glass walls and a wooden bar running down the side. They were holding the bar and were pointing one foot out in front of the other. They were all dressed in pink and wore beautiful satin shoes.
"You want to be a ballerina?" I looked down at her smiling. She nodded slowly.
"Do you think I can be one?" She questioned almost uncertainty. I hunched down to her once again and placed her paper on the table.
"I believe that we can be whatever we want to be."
"I am not allowed to though." She said sadly.
"What do you mean?" I said while holding her hand.
"My daddy says that I am not allowed to be a dance because its pointless." She glanced down looking at the floor. I suddenly felt my heart ache. This poor child wants nothing more than to be a ballerina, and her father is holding her back. Like mine did to me.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She nodded enthusiastically. " My father used to try and tell me I could never be an artist. He used to hold me back from it. He also said it was pointless and silly and that I need to find a proper dream. I never listened to him, I kept striving for what I loved. And look at me now, I am going to university to one of the best art schools in the world. I never gave up. And you wont either." I poked her in the stomach. She giggled and so did I.
"My dad gets angry when he see's me dancing. Sometimes he kicks the furniture." My stomach dropped. Too many memories came flooding back into my mind. The nights my dad would find my art drawings and rip them up in front of me. How he would throw things around. I blocked out the rest.
"Well don't let him ruin your dream. The way I almost let my dad ruin mine." I whispered.
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After work, I was the last to leave the building so I had to turn off all the lights and lock all the doors. I walked to the front door and opened it. It was now cold and I was thankful for the jacket I had brought along with me. I quickly locked the door and walked down the steps, two at a time. When I reached the bottom I began walking in the way of the tube station. This part of London wasn't very lively at night, so there weren't many lights on which made me a bit more aware and nervous. I could see the cold air coming out of my mouth as I walked in a brisk pace. As I started to see street lights ahead and cars I calmed down, knowing I wasn't going to be alone much longer. I then heard a crash of what sounded like bins falling over. I flung my head to the right down a small passage way which was dark. At the end I saw a tall man dressed in a black coat that went down to about his knees. He wore a black sporting tweed hat and a tie. His hair was almost all grey and from what I could tell from over here, he had blue eyes. This man was a spitting image of someone I knew very well.
"Dad?" I started to walk towards him and that was when he started to walk away from me very quickly. "Dad, wait! I need to talk to you!!" I started to run after him down the dark ally way. I ran around the corner and the passage went on, I couldn't see him anywhere but I decided to keep running after him. My converse were splashing in little puddles and it echoed down the entire ally. I rounded the corner and ended up on the main street. There were people sitting in bars and walking down the streets. I looked around frantically, trying to find the man who I though was my father. I walked towards to road and looked down each end, hoping to see him again. I then ran up to someone.
"Excuse me have you seen a tall man, grey hair who is wearing black coat and a hat?" I was waving my hands around. The two women just looked at me and shook their heads, probably shocked about how crazy I was acting. I turned around and ran towards the road again and that was when I spotted the black hat. He was in the crowd walking across the road. He was on the other side when he turned around and we both stared at each other. "DAD!" I yelled as I set off running for him. I pushed my way through people and they all gave me dirty looks. I was on the other side of the road when I saw him running down another ally way. I kept running after him, my legs were burning but I didn't stop. We were far from the road now, running down many different dark allies, our shoes were echoing and you could hear dogs barking as we ran past their big gates to their homes. The man turned and started running down a bunch of steps down into what seemed like a parking lot. I kept up with him, jumping down the steps two by two. Once down underground, the lights of the place made everything very clear and I wished I could see the man turn around to be sure it was my dad. He ran up to a black range rover and jumped inside. I caught up with him and tried to open the door but it was locked, so I banged on the door instead screaming at him to open it. But before I could do anything else, the car accelerated and sped out of the parking lot and up the ramp where I lost all sight of the man and the car. "Shit." I mumbled. I was breathing heavily and could feel my legs aching. I had run so much I felt like I was going to die. But where had I ran too? I looked around realising I was completely alone in a place and I had never been before. I started to panic. I walked to the ramp that lead out of the underground lot. But then I heard voices. I tuned around and ran back towards the flight of stairs I had run down. My shoes man a loud thump every time they hit the ground and I was sure that they would hear me. I heard laughing.
"Well well what have we here? " I glanced back and saw a man around his early twenties with black hair and a van dyke beard laughing at me. Next to him was two other men around the same age, both with brown hair. I swung my head back down and kept running for the stairs, but then I hit something very hard. I glanced up to be met by another man with black hair, he was a lot more buffer than the other 3 men. He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the others. He had strong grip on me and there was no point of me trying to run. My heart was racing and my breaths were short. I was scared.
"Trying to run were you love?" The man who first spoke to me said while smirking.
"What do you want? Money?" I gasped in pain as I could barley feel my arm under the mans grip. They all started to laugh hysterically as if what I had said was funny. He slowly walked towards me. I tried to back away but was held in place.
"No, no no love, we want you." He pointed is finger at me like I was a kid needing to be taught a lesson. He told the man standing next to me to let go of my arm and he obeyed. I quickly grasped my arm and started rubbing it, noticing it was red. The man standing in front of me put his hands on my waist and pulled me right up against him. There was nothing but a slither of air between us. I tried to pull back but he wouldn't let me. Instead he pushed my head to the side and started to kiss my jawline, sucking on it too. I yelped in pain and the memories from a few nights ago came flooding back. How helpless I was to get the boy off me, how he hurt me and left a mark on me. It was happening to me again, and this time there was nobody here to help me. I struggled and pushed but it was no use. He was now working his way down my neck licking it and sucking. In normal cases I would of enjoyed it if a boy was doing this to me. But not this one. I had to get out of here and if I was going to I would have to fight. The next thing I knew I rammed my knee up into the mans crotch and he jumped back and winced in pain. I turned around and sprinted for the steps. I was about half way when I felt someone grab hold of my hair and pulled me down. I hit the cold surface of the floor on my side. My head throbbed and so did my wrist, I must of landed on it weirdly. I cried out in pain but all the men did was laugh. Soon the black haired man was on top of me, one leg each side. He pinned both my arms above my head, I kicked my legs and wriggled.
"STAY STILL YOU LITTLE BITCH." I shrieked in pain as he slapped across my face. "IF YOU WOULD JUST LIE STILL I WOULDNT HAVE TO DO THAT TO YOU." He screamed at me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly I heard a loud bang echo through the parking lot. I rolled my head to where I thought the source of the sound came from. And standing there was curly haired boy who had saved me the other night. And in his hand was a gun.
"Get off her now before I fired the next bullet through your head." The curly haired boy threatned.
"Well well if it isn't the boy I have been looking for. Is nice to see you again Harry." The man got off me and walked towards Harry.
"Nice to see you too Tristan. Now let the girl go." Harry warned the man who was not so long ago beating me and whose name is now Tristan.
"Now we both know that we are allowed to have a little fun with the ladies. So let me have my time alone with her, and then you may take her and use her yourself." I got up off the floor and started running but I was soon caught by Tristan. "Now love, what did I say about running away?" Tristan looked at Harry. "So what do you say? I will be done in about 20 minutes." The corners of Tristan's mouth curved up.
"Not this girl. You lay one finger on her and I will--" But Tristan interrupted.
"Oh I see how this is, you like this girl? Haha you like a sweet innocent girl who will probably run for her life when she finds out what you are." Tristan threw his head back cackling.
"She's different." As Harry said that, he locked eyes with me and held them there and something in them told me I could trust him. He soon looked back to Tristan. "Let her go now."
"Not gonna happen mate. As if you cant see you are outnumber." And as if it was to happen at that exact moment five other boys walked up behind Harry.
"Not anymore." And as Harry said that he pointed the gun up into the roof and fired it. Tristan let go of me and I fell to the floor. I looked up to see Tristan pull his on gun out and fire it at Harry, But Harry dodged it and ran behind a car where the rest of his mates were. Even through all the commotion Harry looked at me and mouthed something to me. I couldn't figure it out but then he screamed. "RUN ALLY!" So I did exactly what he told me too do. I got up and sprinted for the steps. I got to the top of the steps and took one last glance down. I saw Harry on the ground with Tristan on top of him throwing punches into his face. Something in me wanted to run back and help Harry but I knew if I did that, everything Harry did to get me away would of been for nothing. So instead I sprinted down the dark passage way trying to get back to the main road. And all I could hear were gun shots, and I prayed that Harry would be safe.
I later then left for work, after telling Millie to lock the door and check it twenty times before she goes back to bed. I wasn't scared or anything, I am just very cautious. I was now sitting in a class full of kids. I gave them their lesson, which was to paint a picture of their dreams. The kids are aged between 6 - 8 years. They are cute, but very loud. I watched them all painting. Some of their dreams varied from Policemen, to astronauts, to singers and then to princesses. I smiled as I realised how innocent they all are and that they have no idea of what's out there in the real world. If only we could all be forever young. My phone they started to vibrated. I looked at the caller ID and I felt sick. If I could picture my face right now, I can imagine it must be pale and that I must look like a dead person. I hovered my finger over the answer button. I couldn't bring myself to answer the phone.
"Miss are you okay?" I glanced up to see a blonde little girl who goes by the name of Mary looking at me.
"Yes sweetheart I am fine." I smiled a very warm smile. I placed my phone back down on the desk and walked over to her. I hunched down so I was level with the girl. "Why don't you show me what you have painted?"
"Sure." She took my hand and lead me over to her section of the classroom. She picked her painting up and handed it to me. I took it in my hands and gazed at it. From what I could tell she had drawn an older version of herself in a room full of other girls. There were glass walls and a wooden bar running down the side. They were holding the bar and were pointing one foot out in front of the other. They were all dressed in pink and wore beautiful satin shoes.
"You want to be a ballerina?" I looked down at her smiling. She nodded slowly.
"Do you think I can be one?" She questioned almost uncertainty. I hunched down to her once again and placed her paper on the table.
"I believe that we can be whatever we want to be."
"I am not allowed to though." She said sadly.
"What do you mean?" I said while holding her hand.
"My daddy says that I am not allowed to be a dance because its pointless." She glanced down looking at the floor. I suddenly felt my heart ache. This poor child wants nothing more than to be a ballerina, and her father is holding her back. Like mine did to me.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She nodded enthusiastically. " My father used to try and tell me I could never be an artist. He used to hold me back from it. He also said it was pointless and silly and that I need to find a proper dream. I never listened to him, I kept striving for what I loved. And look at me now, I am going to university to one of the best art schools in the world. I never gave up. And you wont either." I poked her in the stomach. She giggled and so did I.
"My dad gets angry when he see's me dancing. Sometimes he kicks the furniture." My stomach dropped. Too many memories came flooding back into my mind. The nights my dad would find my art drawings and rip them up in front of me. How he would throw things around. I blocked out the rest.
"Well don't let him ruin your dream. The way I almost let my dad ruin mine." I whispered.
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After work, I was the last to leave the building so I had to turn off all the lights and lock all the doors. I walked to the front door and opened it. It was now cold and I was thankful for the jacket I had brought along with me. I quickly locked the door and walked down the steps, two at a time. When I reached the bottom I began walking in the way of the tube station. This part of London wasn't very lively at night, so there weren't many lights on which made me a bit more aware and nervous. I could see the cold air coming out of my mouth as I walked in a brisk pace. As I started to see street lights ahead and cars I calmed down, knowing I wasn't going to be alone much longer. I then heard a crash of what sounded like bins falling over. I flung my head to the right down a small passage way which was dark. At the end I saw a tall man dressed in a black coat that went down to about his knees. He wore a black sporting tweed hat and a tie. His hair was almost all grey and from what I could tell from over here, he had blue eyes. This man was a spitting image of someone I knew very well.
"Dad?" I started to walk towards him and that was when he started to walk away from me very quickly. "Dad, wait! I need to talk to you!!" I started to run after him down the dark ally way. I ran around the corner and the passage went on, I couldn't see him anywhere but I decided to keep running after him. My converse were splashing in little puddles and it echoed down the entire ally. I rounded the corner and ended up on the main street. There were people sitting in bars and walking down the streets. I looked around frantically, trying to find the man who I though was my father. I walked towards to road and looked down each end, hoping to see him again. I then ran up to someone.
"Excuse me have you seen a tall man, grey hair who is wearing black coat and a hat?" I was waving my hands around. The two women just looked at me and shook their heads, probably shocked about how crazy I was acting. I turned around and ran towards the road again and that was when I spotted the black hat. He was in the crowd walking across the road. He was on the other side when he turned around and we both stared at each other. "DAD!" I yelled as I set off running for him. I pushed my way through people and they all gave me dirty looks. I was on the other side of the road when I saw him running down another ally way. I kept running after him, my legs were burning but I didn't stop. We were far from the road now, running down many different dark allies, our shoes were echoing and you could hear dogs barking as we ran past their big gates to their homes. The man turned and started running down a bunch of steps down into what seemed like a parking lot. I kept up with him, jumping down the steps two by two. Once down underground, the lights of the place made everything very clear and I wished I could see the man turn around to be sure it was my dad. He ran up to a black range rover and jumped inside. I caught up with him and tried to open the door but it was locked, so I banged on the door instead screaming at him to open it. But before I could do anything else, the car accelerated and sped out of the parking lot and up the ramp where I lost all sight of the man and the car. "Shit." I mumbled. I was breathing heavily and could feel my legs aching. I had run so much I felt like I was going to die. But where had I ran too? I looked around realising I was completely alone in a place and I had never been before. I started to panic. I walked to the ramp that lead out of the underground lot. But then I heard voices. I tuned around and ran back towards the flight of stairs I had run down. My shoes man a loud thump every time they hit the ground and I was sure that they would hear me. I heard laughing.
"Well well what have we here? " I glanced back and saw a man around his early twenties with black hair and a van dyke beard laughing at me. Next to him was two other men around the same age, both with brown hair. I swung my head back down and kept running for the stairs, but then I hit something very hard. I glanced up to be met by another man with black hair, he was a lot more buffer than the other 3 men. He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the others. He had strong grip on me and there was no point of me trying to run. My heart was racing and my breaths were short. I was scared.
"Trying to run were you love?" The man who first spoke to me said while smirking.
"What do you want? Money?" I gasped in pain as I could barley feel my arm under the mans grip. They all started to laugh hysterically as if what I had said was funny. He slowly walked towards me. I tried to back away but was held in place.
"No, no no love, we want you." He pointed is finger at me like I was a kid needing to be taught a lesson. He told the man standing next to me to let go of my arm and he obeyed. I quickly grasped my arm and started rubbing it, noticing it was red. The man standing in front of me put his hands on my waist and pulled me right up against him. There was nothing but a slither of air between us. I tried to pull back but he wouldn't let me. Instead he pushed my head to the side and started to kiss my jawline, sucking on it too. I yelped in pain and the memories from a few nights ago came flooding back. How helpless I was to get the boy off me, how he hurt me and left a mark on me. It was happening to me again, and this time there was nobody here to help me. I struggled and pushed but it was no use. He was now working his way down my neck licking it and sucking. In normal cases I would of enjoyed it if a boy was doing this to me. But not this one. I had to get out of here and if I was going to I would have to fight. The next thing I knew I rammed my knee up into the mans crotch and he jumped back and winced in pain. I turned around and sprinted for the steps. I was about half way when I felt someone grab hold of my hair and pulled me down. I hit the cold surface of the floor on my side. My head throbbed and so did my wrist, I must of landed on it weirdly. I cried out in pain but all the men did was laugh. Soon the black haired man was on top of me, one leg each side. He pinned both my arms above my head, I kicked my legs and wriggled.
"STAY STILL YOU LITTLE BITCH." I shrieked in pain as he slapped across my face. "IF YOU WOULD JUST LIE STILL I WOULDNT HAVE TO DO THAT TO YOU." He screamed at me. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly I heard a loud bang echo through the parking lot. I rolled my head to where I thought the source of the sound came from. And standing there was curly haired boy who had saved me the other night. And in his hand was a gun.
"Get off her now before I fired the next bullet through your head." The curly haired boy threatned.
"Well well if it isn't the boy I have been looking for. Is nice to see you again Harry." The man got off me and walked towards Harry.
"Nice to see you too Tristan. Now let the girl go." Harry warned the man who was not so long ago beating me and whose name is now Tristan.
"Now we both know that we are allowed to have a little fun with the ladies. So let me have my time alone with her, and then you may take her and use her yourself." I got up off the floor and started running but I was soon caught by Tristan. "Now love, what did I say about running away?" Tristan looked at Harry. "So what do you say? I will be done in about 20 minutes." The corners of Tristan's mouth curved up.
"Not this girl. You lay one finger on her and I will--" But Tristan interrupted.
"Oh I see how this is, you like this girl? Haha you like a sweet innocent girl who will probably run for her life when she finds out what you are." Tristan threw his head back cackling.
"She's different." As Harry said that, he locked eyes with me and held them there and something in them told me I could trust him. He soon looked back to Tristan. "Let her go now."
"Not gonna happen mate. As if you cant see you are outnumber." And as if it was to happen at that exact moment five other boys walked up behind Harry.
"Not anymore." And as Harry said that he pointed the gun up into the roof and fired it. Tristan let go of me and I fell to the floor. I looked up to see Tristan pull his on gun out and fire it at Harry, But Harry dodged it and ran behind a car where the rest of his mates were. Even through all the commotion Harry looked at me and mouthed something to me. I couldn't figure it out but then he screamed. "RUN ALLY!" So I did exactly what he told me too do. I got up and sprinted for the steps. I got to the top of the steps and took one last glance down. I saw Harry on the ground with Tristan on top of him throwing punches into his face. Something in me wanted to run back and help Harry but I knew if I did that, everything Harry did to get me away would of been for nothing. So instead I sprinted down the dark passage way trying to get back to the main road. And all I could hear were gun shots, and I prayed that Harry would be safe.
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