TW: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF THIS IS A TRIGGERING TOPIC FOR YOU

Walking home was refreshing, there was a light breeze that had settled around me, causing goosebumps to form on my arms. As much as I wanted to say the goosebumps were from the wind, it's from paranoia. It felt like there were eyes on me, but when I turned around no one was there. I wrapped my arms around my body, speeding up the pace I was walking at, it would burn more calories anyway. It was dark outside, the only light coming from the very few dim street lamps and the bright moon above me. I was walking past the library when I heard the crunch of leaves behind me so I immediately turned around except this time I saw someone; two someones.

"Well well well pretty girl," Sam said tauntingly. Shit.

"Did you really think we would break our promise?" Fuck. Why did I not think of this? Of course, they were going to fucking follow me, what did I expect? I was too caught up in the calories I didn't even think about my safety.

"Just piss off." I huffed out, trying to make my voice as strong as possible but it ended up doing the opposite. They walked up to me and I stood there; I just stood there! I was yelling at myself to run, to scream, to call someone; to do anything really to get away from these creeps. Sam walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing it up to make eye contact with him. It was at that moment that my body decided to catch up with my brain and I turned around and sprinted. I ran as fast as I could considering I had only eaten some of breakfast and an ice cream, and burnt so many calories already. I apparently wasn't fast enough as Sam's friend had caught up with me in a matter of seconds. He wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me over his shoulder walking back to Sam.
"C'mon Heath, we could've let her have a little more fun trying to get away," Sam said. So his mate's name was Heath, good to know. He set me down in front of a wall, which was actually one of those like concrete sign block things. He turned me around and bent me over it, Heath holding my hands behind my back with one of his hands and pushing my head against the concrete with the other.

"It's cute that you thought you could run away," Heath said. I noticed he was the more quiet one out of the two.

"Such a pretty little outfit." Sam muttered, toying with one of my belt loops. "Too bad it's not staying on." My eyes nearly popped out of my head at that and I immediately tried to get out of Heath's grip. He retaliated immediately and held me tighter, probably leaving bruises in the making. I tried kicking my legs around but never hit anyone.

"Stop fighting it you little bitch." Heath said next to me. "We know you want this." It was so far from the truth. I didn't want this at all. I just wanted to go home. Sam reached around to the front of me and started to undo my belt and I screamed the loudest I ever had in my life, tears pooling in my eyes. Heath was quick to wrap his hand around my mouth, silencing me whilst simultaneously holding me down. I tried biting down on his hand and failed. I heard my belt fall to the floor with a thud and I started screaming again, trying to tell them to get off me. 

I pushed against Heath's hands with my own but was too weak to do anything. Ironically I am now wishing I had eaten at least all of the breakfast this morning or didn't burn all those calories. I would've been able to fight back instead of going limp like a pathetic fish. Sam undid the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper and that's when I let the tears fall. This was happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I kept saying no over and over again but they didn't care. Sam pulled my jeans down and whistled before smacking my ass, hard enough to mark for sure.

"At least this one's got some good fat on her" Sam said.

"If you got us another bitch with a stomach that looked like an elephant I would've slapped you, Sam." Heath agreed. What is actually wrong with them? Every woman has that bump on their stomach it's natural, and who are they to judge anyway? Then it hit me, they've done this before. How many women have been through this? Did they ever go to the police? Sam pulled down my underwear and I just stared at the road a couple of metres in front of us zoning out everything. I didn't want to experience this in this situation. I wanted to be with someone I trusted, someone I was comfortable with. How long until someone drives past? 

I felt Sam's finger circle around my entrance and I felt like I was going to throw up. He inserted two fingers into me roughly, and the tears came rushing out as I immediately felt the pain. I had never done this before, not to myself and obviously not with anyone else. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight but I was just exhausted. I shut my eyes, not wanting to be here. I should've taken the ride with Nick but I just had to be a stubborn bitch and now look at me.

"You're so tight" Sam groaned in content and it was the worst thing I'd ever heard.

"God I can't wait to get some of that," Heath muttered. Sam was roughly thrusting his fingers in me, and I hated all of it. The tears never stopped, and I was hyperventilating. I think I'm gonna pass out, I hope I do. My hearing went fuzzy, and I failed to hear the car that had driven past and a nearby car door slamming shut. There was talking, it was muffled but their hands were still on my body. I heard a punch and Heath removed his arms from me but I didn't move. I couldn't. It was like I was paralyzed. Soon after Sam abruptly pulled his fingers out from me making me quietly cry out from the pain. I collapsed to the floor before everything went black.

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room, everything was so fancy and clean. There was no way this wasn't a hotel room. It was still dark out, the only light coming from a dim lamp on the bedside table, illuminating shadows. I heard movement and saw someone sitting on the chair next to me. I immediately jumped, moving to the other side of the bed as far away from the guy as possible. Why would Sam take me to a hotel when they were so calm about doing that right next to the street? Maybe they wanted more privacy after they were interrupted. I can't remember much, which I am thankful for in a way.

'Jules.' He said softly, his voice sounded different, fragile almost.

"Fuck off." I muttered before bringing my knees up to my chest. I was in a hoodie now, just underwear underneath though. Where are my clothes? He got up and walked towards me and I jumped off the bed and backed away, tears forming in my eyes. Not again, please never again.

"Hey, it's just me," he said. "Julia, it's Nick." He said with his voice nearly breaking. My shoulders relaxed and I ran into him, holding onto him as the tears fell from my eyes. He just stood there.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked, pulling away with a sniffle.

"Doing what?" He asked

"Just standing there, I could use a hug right now." I said with a laugh.

"I didn't know if it was okay to touch you, I don't want you to think I would do that to you." He said and I felt my heart melt at that.

"I know you wouldn't do that, that's why I'm okay with you touching me Nick," I explained. He nodded before wrapping his arms around me, simultaneously stroking my hair as I shoved my face in his chest. We stayed like that for a while before I felt my knees going weak and I felt like I couldn't stand.

"The bed." I said, jumping up on him with all the energy I had left in my body and wrapping my legs around him. He walked us over to the bed, pulling back the sheets before plopping both of us down on the bed, with me just about lying down on top of him.

"How did we get here?" I asked softly

"I saw you at the library, so I threw a couple of punches at those pricks before they ran and I took you here. I would've taken you home but I didn't know what you would've wanted me to tell your mum, and my house is off-limits for today." he explained. "so this is the first thing I could think of."

"Thank you," I said meaningfully. And I had never meant it more in my life.

"If you wanna talk about it, you know I'm here to listen." He reassured and I nodded into his chest. "Are you gonna talk to the police?" I hadn't really thought about it, I mean the idea of having strangers all up in my business and my story was unappealing but the idea of this happening to more people was disgusting.

"Maybe." I decided. Speaking up would be the right thing to do, I think. He started stroking my hair again and my eyes fluttered shut and soon sleep engulfed me.

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This was a really difficult chapter to write, I'm literally surrounded by tissues rn, and a tub of icecream in my lap. I just want to start off the A/N by saying to anyone who has experienced anything evenly remotely similar to this, that you are not alone. I don't understand how some people can have such little humanity to violate someone in that way. If you ever need someone to talk to, for any reason at all not just limited to SA, please feel free to reach out to me or someone you trust. 

On another note, thank you for 19k reads! I am so thankful for all the support and feedback I have received on this book. I love reading through every single comment and cannot thank all of you enough. Make sure to look after yourselves and please vote and comment!

- J

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