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Chapter 18-

Chapter 18-

- A couple months earlier -

I groaned as I watched the night sky. The night is cold and it is almost nine. There isn't even a single star in the sky. The night today is dead, nothing is passing by. Not even a single person or a car. I thank God that there is a streetlamp next to me.

I quickly dial Dad's number.

"Dad, are you coming down yet? It's really late and I have tons of homework today," I complain over the phone. Suddenly a breeze blows by. I wear my light jacket to keep warmth. "It's also cold," I mumble.

"Just wait for a few more minutes, sweetheart," he replied.

"Fine," I grumbled before hanging up. The vibrations of my phone make me look at it again, in hopes that my dad's calling to tell me he's right outside. But, I only receive a text message from Joshua.

"Yo! I just finished basketball practice. Guess who got Charlie Lee's number? Me!" I rolled my eyes at his text message. I jumped in surprise when I heard someone coughing. I turn around and see my dad's boss and co worker, Jerry and Marcos. Both of the men are around mid-forties.

"You are Reina Ceverly, right?" Jerry questioned.

I nodded as they both grin widely, a grin that makes my hair rise and my blood run cold.

Run.

That's what I tell myself, but as soon as I see them taking a step towards me, I froze in fear. It's like my mind is on overdrive. I can't move, my heart is jumping out of my chest, I can't breathe at all.

"We need to talk to you for a second, Reina. If that's okay with you," Jerry said but I felt like I was a lamb and they were the wolves. He was now holding tightly my wrist and breathing into my ear. I shook my head and he holds my wrist tighter, making me whimper in pain.

"I insist," he whispered, as I heard Marcos chuckle right next to me.

"I-I can't. My dad should be here any minute," I looked over my shoulder to see any sign of my dad or anyone that will hear me if I yell, but not one sign of life is there. It's just me and these two guys.

I jumped out of my skin when I realized that Jerry's other hand is now on my thigh, brushing against it. Almost as if I am out of a deep spell, I yelled and tried to kick him away and run. I managed to kick Jerry, and turned as fast I can, running in the other direction.

A second later, I'm knocked on the ground, my voice and breath, once again, being silenced as Marcos places his hand over my mouth, holding me to the ground.

"Crazy bitch," Jerry groaned as Marcos threw me back into the dark alley floor, where I first started. I tried fighting him to free myself, but I know I can't. I am too weak compared to them, and even if I run, I wouldn't have gotten far with two guys right behind me.

I felt Jerry's hand on my hair, he pulls my face up so I'm facing him.

"Naughty, naughty little girl," he spit, pushing me to the side of the building with him against my trembling body. I started to sob when I feel him pulling my jeans down, but I know I can't do anything now. I can't escape, can't fight, I'm going to lose my virginity in a dark alley.

As soon as he's inside of me, I knew I am nothing more than a fucking sex toy. I'm used, broken. I can't even feel the side of the building's brick, digging into my skin or anything else. I'm shaking, trembling, crying out and I know no one will help me.