You were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on topo, início of you, unbuttoning your shirt. You had given up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear you anyways. You were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. You tasted it in his mouth when he tried to kiss you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” you scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and you scream for your boyfriend Soda, or anyone that would hear.
por this time your camisa was off, and he was working on the cinto, correia of your jeans. All you could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, you didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.
Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. You sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.
The segundo the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are you hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.
“No,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.
“You’re going to be fine…” He says gently rocking you. “I promise.”
The booze on his breath was strong. You tasted it in his mouth when he tried to kiss you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” you scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and you scream for your boyfriend Soda, or anyone that would hear.
por this time your camisa was off, and he was working on the cinto, correia of your jeans. All you could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, you didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.
Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. You sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.
The segundo the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are you hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.
“No,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.
“You’re going to be fine…” He says gently rocking you. “I promise.”
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 ano old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 ano old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a soco to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a soco to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.