你 were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on 最佳, 返回页首 of you, unbuttoning your shirt. 你 had 给 up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear 你 anyways. 你 were helpless.

The booze on his breath was strong. 你 tasted it in his mouth when he tried to 吻乐队（Kiss） you.

“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.

“Get off me,” 你 scream.

He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

你 bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and 你 scream for your boyfriend Soda, 或者 anyone that would hear.

由 this time your 衬衫 was off, and he was working on the 带, 皮带 of your jeans. All 你 could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, 你 didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.

Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. 你 sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.

The 秒 the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.

“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are 你 hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.

“No,” 你 say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“You’re going to be fine…” He says gently rocking you. “I promise.”