Walking In Blood

Part 1

1. Dreams of you.

RUN! my mind yelled at my body as he looked down at me with a slimy smile. his sweaty hands slid under my baby pink tank-top, grasping my left bra covered breast. my heart beating faster then normal.

looking to the left, i bit my lip and furrow my brown brows in disgust as he put slimy wet kisses on my cheek. tears start to slid down my cheeks as he kissed my neck. "why do you have to taste sooo good?" he asks as his other hand grabs my bottom. sliding both hands to the back of my thighs, lifting me up on the tall bed. 

i fell back on the bed as he pushed my floral skirt up and unbuckling his belt. i swallowed as he took off his sweaty t-shirt with a slimy smile on his face. i blinked and looked away to the ceiling trying to blank out my mind as my poor heart thumped in my chest in fear.

"Neal-WHAT THE FUCK!?" an old guy growled as Neal laughed at the guy. "i just couldn't resist." he smiled at the guy and then down at me as his slimy hand slid between my thighs. "she's not your fuck toy-Neal." the guy growled. "i know-"

"whats-"

another guy started to say but stopped at seeing Neal pushing himself between my knees. growling started to fill the room from one guy. "Get. Away. From. Her" the growl vibrated through out the room. i slowly sat up and looked at the tall dark man.

his green eyes looked into my grey ones.

the guys in the room seemed to fear him as he took a step into the room. the guy on me pushed away in fear pulling his shirt back on. i pushed my skirt down where it belonged and scooted to the headboard, holding my knees after i pull the cover up over them. hiding myself. "Get OUT!" he shouted making everyone jump. the guys left the room in a panic and i sat there hiding myself more into the covers as he walked over too the side of the bed.

he stood beside the bed. i didn't dear look at him. not until he made me, with his sharp claw trigger finger. i swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at him. "are you alright?" he rough voice sent chills down my spine. i shook my head and squeaked out a "no." why would he ask a stupid question? i was forced by a gross old man and only god knows what he was going to do to me, so yeah im NOT "ok"

looking at his face as he nodded and looked at the door, i seen pain before looking back at me. "do you know why you are here?" he asked, his voice rough and mean as he let his claw carefully slide down my cheek to my neck, above my rapid beating pulse. again i shook my head.

he let out a sigh and nodded. "your Mother owe's me. that means until she can pay me back, you belong to me... im a making myself clear?" he says as he pull his hand away and walks around to the other side of the bed. his eyes watching me, i nod.

 i watch as he pulls off his black shirt. his back was full of scars, old and new by the looks of it. i looked away at my fingers as heat started to take over my face. i glanced over as he sat down on the side of the bed looking at the wall. "do you understand?" he asks again as he looks over his broad shoulder at me and again i just simply nod.

***

rearranging my duffle bag on my right shoulder as i walked acrossed the road to the gas station. the heat of the hot sun baring down on my back. sweat sliding down to the tip of my small nose before dropping to the hot pavement. i had been walking for half a day and i needed to pee. 

i pulled open the door and a little bell rang to signal someone had entered the small store. "hello." a tall beauty greeted me with a bored tone as she scanned a book. i smiled at her as i walked up to the counter. "um..is there a restroom?" i asked as i held my thighs together to not pee myself. the beauty looked up at me from her book and pointed to her right. i looked towards the back and seen the sign and looked back at her. "thank you." i squeaked and started jogging to the restroom.