The story of him

Chapter 1: The day he did

Hi my name is Alex and I used to be just a normal 14 year old girl. I went to school. Did my homework. And participated in school sports. The thing is I'm a foster kid. I had been moved around the county from home to home until I met the Andersons. They had a son... James, he was sooo hot. He was 18 but still lived at home. He was alway so nice to me and we would hang out all the time. One night when I was on the couch watching the notebook when James came home... He was drunk. And had smelt badly of weed. I tried going upstairs but James stepped in the way of the stairs.
"Where are you going" James slurs
"James let me through" I demanded, attempting to push him out of the way but it was no use my tiny figure couldn't move him an inch.
"Why would I? I just got home. I want to spend time with you." He said, taking a step closer to me. He grabbed my hand and tried taking me to his room but I shook of his hand and ran. I got to the door and it was locked I tried unlocking it and as soon as I did I knew there was no way of me getting out.
I could feel his breath on my neck. He reeked of booze.
"Your not escaping me Alex." He said before spinning me around until all I could see were his icy cold blue eyes.