So taking me wasn't enough for you?

A/N

Thought that this would make a good story for you guys. Tell me what you think!

hannah xx

I quickened my steps as the rowdy group of boys, too young to be men, followed me through the deserted back streets. I knew that this was a bad idea. I am gonna kill Ali when I see her next. I buried my hands even deeper into my own hoodie and kept my eyes on my denim converse. The knot in my stomach tightened when I heard footsteps dangerously close behind me. 

I tried to shake off the feeling, yet, the boys had dissapeared. There were only the footsteps behind me and we were in a dark alley. I had taken a wrong turning in my haste to get back to society. I kept on walking like I belonged but I knew that the fear shone through that fog like a large shining light. 

I stopped walking and the footsteps behind me stopped too. For a glorious moment, I thought that the footsteps were echos of my own. But we both know that that wasn't the case.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist, picking me up from behind and a hand, presumably from the same person, pressed against my mouth. I kicked backwards at the dark figure. My hood fell down and I immediately felt his grip falter, just for a second, but then he gripped even harder, the knot in my stomach being replaced by the crushing power of his arms.

"Quit struggling and stay still, you let me take you, we might go easier on you than we do if you struggle." He hissed in my ear, his stubble scratching my cheek. I wondered what the fudge he wanted with me, but more worryingly, what they were going to do to me. 

I struggled even more than before, hoping that I would be strong enough to escape and run, but I knew that that scenario would never happen. He started walking towards a dodgy white van and opened the door. We had passed it on our way through the dark alley, I should have realised.

He threw me in the back of the van, tied me up with duck tape and put a piece of tape over my mouth for good measure. The last that I saw of my neighbourhood was the yellow light of the lamposts as the doors slammed shut.