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Only Time Will Tell

Chapter One

I walked out of the house and down the alleyway I swore I'd never go back down when I was ten. I'm eighteen now. This was the alleyway that created so many horrific memories. I was determined to get over them but I never could. I thought maybe this could help me forget. No, it only made it worse. The memories came flooding back into my head. The one that stook out the most was the very first time. I was raped in this very alleyway when I was ten. It constantly happened but I never went there on my own. I was drugged or someone would hit me in my head and make me pass out. Then they'd drag me to the alleyway were they would rape me.

I know you probably think I'm insane for coming back. I wanted, no needed to get over it. Tomorrow I would be moving to London. I had saved up enough money and a small flat. I had already had a job for when I got there. I needed a fresh new start so I thought going halfway across the world would be the best place. I know you're probably thinking. Why am I telling you all this when I just met you. Well honey, this isn't the tip of the iceberg when it comes to me and my past. Trust me you don't want to know but you'll probably find out sooner or later.

I started walking back towards my house. Once inside, I got ready for bed. I wore a t shirt and some pajama shorts. I slipped into be and let my dreams or nightmares consume me.

*Dream*

I was ten. Playing in my yard being happy and care free. I started to kick around one of my soccer balls. I kicked it to hard and it went into the alleyway. Which was a good length away from my house. I ran over to the alley to get it. I retrieved the ball and started walking back. All the sudden I was grabbed from behind. I tried screaming but they duck taped my mouth shut and my hands together. I didn't know what was happening.

He started kissing my neck and touching me in inappropriate place. Soon he started ripping my clothes off. He slowly slid my panties off and shoved his penis into me. It hurt and the tears started to stream down my face even more. I screamed in agony as he kept thrusting into me. Once he finished he told me that if I ever told anyone he would kill me and the one's I loved. He left me there.

A few hours later someone had finally found me. I was taken to the hospital to make sure I was okay and they did some samples. They asked me for a description of the person but I wouldn't give them one. They never found him but I knew he was still in the city. I would see him lurking around places

*End Dream*

I woke up to the alarm clock beeping annoyingly. I got up and got dressed in a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and some converse. I would be on a plane for a long time so why not be comfortable? I brushed my hair and applied a little bit of mascara. I grabbed the three suitcases I had and my purse and I left.

Notes

A/N: What do you guys think? This is my first fanfiction and I want to know what you think:)

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