Shit. I left my jacket back at the casino on the chair, along with my phone. I was so angry and upset that I completely forgot it. My heart is racing, my limbs trembling not only from the cold and the rain, but with fear.
“Don’t come any closer,” I warn, trying to sound confident, trying to stay strong as anyone can in this situation, but my voice comes out shaky.
“Don’t be like that darlin’, we ain’t gonna ‘urt ya,” the man called Harry says, as he touches my cheek with his hand. “Just gonna ‘ave, a little bit of fun. You’ll like it, you’ll see.” His lips brush my face, his breath reeks of alcohol and he smells of stale cigarettes and sweat, as do his friends.
Feeling brave, I drive my knee between his legs, he wails and falls to the ground, holding his groin. “You little bitch!” he screams.
I push against one of the others and break into a run, back towards the street but a hand tugs on my waist and I’m pulled back by one of them. I scream as loud as I can before I'm slammed against the wall by the third man. My wrists are held by one of his hands above my head, while he slaps me hard across my face with the back of his free hand. My right cheek stings, the force of the blow making my ears ring.
“So, you wanna play like that, bitch? Fine by us.” He leans in closer, his lips grazing my ear, “Gonna be more fun for us if you fight.”
I whimper.
By this time, Danny joins him, while Harry still lies on the floor clutching his groin.
“She’s gonna be so fucking sweet, man.” Danny says, unzipping his pants reaching in to touch himself. He lets out a deep, guttural groan as his free hand skims across my body, grabbing my left breast roughly through my shirt.
A scream catches in my throat but I swallow it down as a memory flashes in my head.
You're welcome to scream as loud as you like, I love it when they scream for me...
The third man puts his face into my neck and leans his body into me, pinning me harder against the wall, forcing my knees apart with his own. I can feel the hard outline of his dick pressing into my thigh. I try to escape their grasp but they’re too strong. Too heavy. I can’t fight them both, I’m not strong enough. It's going to happen again. It’s happening all over again.
But I’ll be damned if I stop fighting now. I didn't fight hard enough last time, but not tonight. I won't let it happen again.
I stamp my foot down on one of theirs as hard as I can, earning me yet another hard slap across the face, the sting radiating across my cheek and my vision goes fuzzy, but I don’t give in. I kick them in the shins, but it only makes things worse, they spread my feet apart with theirs so I can’t move, I’m pinned.
I continue to struggle when I feel one of them unbuttoning my jeans, a rough, calloused hand creeps it's way under the waistband of my jeans and into my panties, cupping me roughly. A sob rips through me at his brutal touch. A scream rips through me and a hand clamps down on my mouth to quieten me. I widen my mouth as far as it can go and bite down into his hand, hard.
“You bitch!” one of them screeches. He grips my throat roughly. I can taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, I feel sick.
I spit in his face. “Fuck you.”
His grip on my neck tightens and I struggle for air.
This is it, this is where I die.
I hear loud footsteps approach and before I know what's happening, one of them is ripped away from me. The man still holding me pulls away, releasing my neck and I cough, gasping for breath. “What the fuck?” he asks as a fist collides with his face. He goes down unconscious, out cold by one solid punch.
My saviour turns back to the other man that he pulled off me, driving blow after blow into his face. The sound of skin hitting skin and the grunts and groans from the men echoes down the alley. With every blow, his head cracks against the wall opposite me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Harry shouts, trying to get back up onto his feet.
“You’re worst nightmare, you bastard,” my rescuer booms.
That voice... it's Kyle’s voice.
I know I shouldn’t after everything that has happened tonight, but a warm feeling of relief floods me. I’m safe.
A shoe collides with Harry’s face, sending him back down to the ground, unmoving.
I’m pulled away from the scene by my upper arm, strong hands holding me tightly, but not hard enough to hurt or bruise. I’m dragged out of the alley and into the street.
I look up Kyle's face to find familiar sapphire blue eyes staring down at me, full of anger. “Are you alright?" Kyle asks, his voice thick with rage and concern, his eyes flitting over my body to check for injuries.
I’m too shook up to reply.
He cups my face with his hands, he bends his knees bringing his face is level with mine, his eyes boring into mine, his jaw tense. “Answer me.”
Tears fall down my face. “They hit me... they... they touched me...” I reply, my voice hoarse and broken as I begin to sob uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Fuck! I’ll kill them,” he booms and starts back towards the alley.
I grab hold of his arm, tugging him back. “No, don’t. Please. Just... just get me out of here,” I beg.
He lets out a deep growl as his fist
