Warned
Succumbed
I couldn't stop now. The burning of my lungs begged me to, but I couldn't. I had already made it this far, and there was no turning back. The dark thoughts swirling around my head only pressed me to keep going. They helped me feel numb. I needed to escape, and now was my chance.
The large, intimidating city came into my view as I willed myself forward. I'd never been here alone before due to my young age, and warnings told to me by my father. As I raced on, one threat surfaced to the top of my mind.
"Baltimore is no place for a girl like you Lydia. Disgusting men will only take advantage of your innocence," He said to me in an appalled voice, as if just the words were enough to hurt his precious daughter.
I pushed the memory deeper into my brain as I finally made it into the entrance of the city. The enormous buildings seemed even more intimidating in the dark than they did during the day.
Memories of countless school trips flooded my mind as I cautiously walked down the seemingly abandoned streets. I could see the aquarium up ahead, remembering how it felt to watch all the fish float around the tanks, seeming perfectly content with their simple lives. Unlike myself who got pretty much whatever she wanted, but hated her life anyways.
There was no one else to blame but myself. My "athletically" built body disgusted me every time I looked into a mirror. My faced seemed too round, and my eyes too squinty. I hate the way my thighs rub together when I walk, and the way my stomach was fairly flat but jiggled.
I was ripped back into reality when I saw a short, stalky man walking down the sidewalk approaching me. Although it was summer time and the humidity was at an all time high, the stranger was dressed in a dark black hoody, and dark washed, baggy jeans. I could see his head was shaven, but had designs etched into it.
I couldn't shake the sense of fear from my mind as he got closer. As he walked by he gave me a smirk that made me sick to my stomach, and made me wish I had just stayed home wallowing in my self hatred.
To my surprise, he just kept going. I glanced behind myself to see where he was, but he seemed to have disappeared.
I shrugged off the uneasiness I felt, and kept walking. I had no idea where I was going. I was stupid and young, and unreasonably ran off to the dangerous city. I had only forty-five dollars in my pocket, so I couldn't even stay in a hotel.
I pulled out my nearly dead phone, deciding I better call my parents to come pick me up. I dreaded the thought of them thinking they were the ones who caused me to leave. I guess it partly was their fault.. Unintentionally. They had no idea the pressure I felt to get perfect grades while remaining the star of my softball team, just so they were proud of me.
They pushed me to do great, but allowed me to do what made me happy. Little did they know that the only thing I found happiness in these days was reading. My sweet escape to a different life other than my own.
I started typing the familiar phone number into the keypad when I was suddenly pulled into an alley way between two sky scrapers. I dropped the phone as I was dragged further into the dark unknown.
My first instinct was to kick and scream, so I did just that. The unknown person threw me against the concrete building, causing me to fall limply to the ground as my head pounded, and my scratched arms starting bleeding.
I looked up and suddenly recognized the man from the street. He had that same ugly smirk on his face as his greedy eyes trailed up and down my body. His foot connected with my stomach, and I screamed out in agony. He suddenly slapped my face, causing me to fall entirely to the ground.
"Stop screaming you little bitch, or i'll make this a lot less pleasurable for you!" His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't be raped! I was still a virgin! I hadn't even kissed a boy!
"Alright little puppet, you'll do as I say or you get punished. Got it?" I refused to look up at his nasty face, choosing to ignore his words and stay silent while I tried to hang on for dear life.
He suddenly bent down and yanked my curly mess of hair back, causing me to look him in the eye.
"I don't repeat myself princess!" He screamed inches from my face, causing my face to be sprayed with his disgusting spit.
"And I don't give in to 30 year old pedophiles," I hissed back at him.
He suddenly slapped me hard against the face again, causing blood to trickle down my nose. I clutched at my face, whimpering in pain. He bent down to my eye level, sending flurries of nervousness into my stomach.
"It's a good thing your pretty, little bitch," his hand grazed the side of my face. I yanked my head away from his touch, leading him to get even more forceful. He grabbed the back of my head pushing my face onto his. I closed my eyes as his slimy lips met mine. I remained unresponsive as lips moved across mine in a needy way.
His breathe was horrid as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Just as he started gripping my butt, he was pulled away. My eyes flew open in response to his missing presence. I look up to see a tall, muscular figure pinning my attacker against the adjacent concrete wall.
"Don't you fucking touch her again you asshole," the mysterious figure screamed in the other guys face just before punching the shit out of the guy. I stayed cowering against the wall, unable to look away from the scene in front of me.
As soon as the slim figure seemed satisfied with his work, he slowly turned around to meet my anxious eyes.
When he turned around I saw the full beauty of his face. His face was framed with a few stray curls that escaped his black beanie. His sharp jaw and plump lips complimented his eyes perfectly, although I couldn't make out the color at the moment.
As I sat staring at him, taking his full being in, I was suddenly ripped back to reality when he spoke.
"What the hell is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
The large, intimidating city came into my view as I willed myself forward. I'd never been here alone before due to my young age, and warnings told to me by my father. As I raced on, one threat surfaced to the top of my mind.
"Baltimore is no place for a girl like you Lydia. Disgusting men will only take advantage of your innocence," He said to me in an appalled voice, as if just the words were enough to hurt his precious daughter.
I pushed the memory deeper into my brain as I finally made it into the entrance of the city. The enormous buildings seemed even more intimidating in the dark than they did during the day.
Memories of countless school trips flooded my mind as I cautiously walked down the seemingly abandoned streets. I could see the aquarium up ahead, remembering how it felt to watch all the fish float around the tanks, seeming perfectly content with their simple lives. Unlike myself who got pretty much whatever she wanted, but hated her life anyways.
There was no one else to blame but myself. My "athletically" built body disgusted me every time I looked into a mirror. My faced seemed too round, and my eyes too squinty. I hate the way my thighs rub together when I walk, and the way my stomach was fairly flat but jiggled.
I was ripped back into reality when I saw a short, stalky man walking down the sidewalk approaching me. Although it was summer time and the humidity was at an all time high, the stranger was dressed in a dark black hoody, and dark washed, baggy jeans. I could see his head was shaven, but had designs etched into it.
I couldn't shake the sense of fear from my mind as he got closer. As he walked by he gave me a smirk that made me sick to my stomach, and made me wish I had just stayed home wallowing in my self hatred.
To my surprise, he just kept going. I glanced behind myself to see where he was, but he seemed to have disappeared.
I shrugged off the uneasiness I felt, and kept walking. I had no idea where I was going. I was stupid and young, and unreasonably ran off to the dangerous city. I had only forty-five dollars in my pocket, so I couldn't even stay in a hotel.
I pulled out my nearly dead phone, deciding I better call my parents to come pick me up. I dreaded the thought of them thinking they were the ones who caused me to leave. I guess it partly was their fault.. Unintentionally. They had no idea the pressure I felt to get perfect grades while remaining the star of my softball team, just so they were proud of me.
They pushed me to do great, but allowed me to do what made me happy. Little did they know that the only thing I found happiness in these days was reading. My sweet escape to a different life other than my own.
I started typing the familiar phone number into the keypad when I was suddenly pulled into an alley way between two sky scrapers. I dropped the phone as I was dragged further into the dark unknown.
My first instinct was to kick and scream, so I did just that. The unknown person threw me against the concrete building, causing me to fall limply to the ground as my head pounded, and my scratched arms starting bleeding.
I looked up and suddenly recognized the man from the street. He had that same ugly smirk on his face as his greedy eyes trailed up and down my body. His foot connected with my stomach, and I screamed out in agony. He suddenly slapped my face, causing me to fall entirely to the ground.
"Stop screaming you little bitch, or i'll make this a lot less pleasurable for you!" His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't be raped! I was still a virgin! I hadn't even kissed a boy!
"Alright little puppet, you'll do as I say or you get punished. Got it?" I refused to look up at his nasty face, choosing to ignore his words and stay silent while I tried to hang on for dear life.
He suddenly bent down and yanked my curly mess of hair back, causing me to look him in the eye.
"I don't repeat myself princess!" He screamed inches from my face, causing my face to be sprayed with his disgusting spit.
"And I don't give in to 30 year old pedophiles," I hissed back at him.
He suddenly slapped me hard against the face again, causing blood to trickle down my nose. I clutched at my face, whimpering in pain. He bent down to my eye level, sending flurries of nervousness into my stomach.
"It's a good thing your pretty, little bitch," his hand grazed the side of my face. I yanked my head away from his touch, leading him to get even more forceful. He grabbed the back of my head pushing my face onto his. I closed my eyes as his slimy lips met mine. I remained unresponsive as lips moved across mine in a needy way.
His breathe was horrid as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Just as he started gripping my butt, he was pulled away. My eyes flew open in response to his missing presence. I look up to see a tall, muscular figure pinning my attacker against the adjacent concrete wall.
"Don't you fucking touch her again you asshole," the mysterious figure screamed in the other guys face just before punching the shit out of the guy. I stayed cowering against the wall, unable to look away from the scene in front of me.
As soon as the slim figure seemed satisfied with his work, he slowly turned around to meet my anxious eyes.
When he turned around I saw the full beauty of his face. His face was framed with a few stray curls that escaped his black beanie. His sharp jaw and plump lips complimented his eyes perfectly, although I couldn't make out the color at the moment.
As I sat staring at him, taking his full being in, I was suddenly ripped back to reality when he spoke.
"What the hell is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Notes
Hey guys! I'm new to this so don't judge me! I'm not sure if I should keep writing or not, guess it depends on if people actually like my story! Comment or rate or whatever! Idc, I'm not trying to impress anyone! Anyway, thanks for reading! :)-Lydia
10/21/13