Five Lovestories

"So we meet again.." He scoffs with his usual nauseous breath. "Except this time, you won't get away. You don't have your little Guardian Angel around, do you?"

I whined by his words, and vainly tried to lever myself out of his hard position over me. His chuckle calmed down a bit, and he brought up his hand to my face. Thousand thoughts wandered through my head. Was he going to hit me? Was he going to abuse me, make me his punching bag? Was this the end of me? I felt my cheeks get even more soaked as I was shivering from the coldness, and his fearful appearance. But he didn't slap me. His hand slowly climbed upon my skin, towards my hair. He then stroked away a few strands of my hair.

"I.. I can see that you've been crying.." He said and poked my cheeks, black from mascara. "Was that from Harry?"

He waited for an answer, but I didn't say anything. What Harry did was awful, and I would rather not want to be raped by him, but even less being raped by Mark. I needed Harry now, he was the only one who could save me.

"I would never make you cry like him.." Mark said.

Even though I had innerly promised myself to not even think about opening my mouth, I couldn't stop myself.

"Like you aren't now, you freak?!" I screamed in his face.

"Okay, let's calm down baby.." He smiled and put some more pressure on my hips.

But now when I had started to speak, the words couldn't seem to stop coming out of me.

"HELP ME!! SOMEONE!! PLEASE, I'M.."

"You shut up!" Mark hissed and covered my mouth with his hand.

I coudn't breathe, so I tried to get oxygen through my nose. But I was way too upset, I needed more air, I needed to breathe from his hard grip. I felt like I was going to pass out. I cried even harder.
Harry.. I thought, and even under the circumstances, I felt warm inside. I not only needed him, I wanted him. What if this really was the end? Would they really kill me? The thought of them killing Liam and Ruth was too much, my tears were pouring worse than ever.

"Please.." I said under his hand.

Mark was looking at the end of the alley, to see if someone was coming. No one was. I was trapped, no one would ever just randomly walk into a deep alley, and I couldn't scream. I knew he would hurt me.

"If you promise to be quiet, you won't suffer." He whispered.

My breathing was loud, but I did what he told me to.

"Good girl.." He whispered.

His peers where still in the back, laughing, looking, whispering. It made it all worse.

"I, unlike someone like Harry, think you still look hot, even with the mascara in your face.." He mumbled and looked down my body.

I felt helpless, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him.

"God help me, that dress looks.. so sexy on you." He smirked.

His hands who still was around my face and my neck, slowly started to slide down. I whimpered, I knew what he was about to do. He instantly put his finger on his own lips, gesturing a "shh". Then he continued.
Please, I screamed in my head. Take me out of here.. Get me home, get me back to the restuarant, get me anywhere but here. The fact that I had now almost been raped by two guys, both on the same day, was disturbing. I had promised myself to never be that stupid to even encounter rape once in my life, and yet, here I was. With some dirty hands all around my body. I gotta do something, quick, I thought panicked.

"You're so sexy.." He breathed and started to massage my breasts.

I pushed him, kicked him and tried to hit him the best I could, but he was impossible.

"Don't be so difficult, you knew this was going to happen.." He said. "Why did you even bother to go down that road, litterally?"

His pals laughed.

"What road?!" I screamed.

"The "I gotta defense Liam"-road. You knew I was strong, so why even try?"

I stared on him.

"What have you done to Liam? And Ruth?!" I screamed.

"Relax, babe.. Nothing so far. Since his little meeting with us was fake, we know he has skipped town."

He laughed loud.

"He's just as pathetic as he was when we were little.. He really thought we wouldn't have a backup-plan?"

My heart started to race again. For a few seconds there, I thought Liam would actually be okay. Now, of course, they had a plan B.

"My guys are picking him up on the road, so saying that he will have a surprise, is an understatement.." He chuckled.

Aghh, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to scream so loud, that he got deaf. I wanted to rip his eyes out, tear his skin apart. I hated him so much. But I couldn't do anything, all I could do was to keep praying, and keep crying.

"You really shouldn't be mad at me.." He said, like he had read my mind. "It's Liams fault that I'm even here, holding you.."

"Don't you dare!!" I screamed and tried to hit him.

"Calm down, sweetie.." He only laughed. "Think about it.. If Liam would've just given us the money.."

Again, he played with my hair.

"I would've never even thought about hurting you.."

Hurt me? Did he just confess that he was going to.. kill me? I still felt like I was going to pass out, but I took a deep breath and paused my furious crying.

"W-what about Ruth? What have you done to her?"

"Well.." He smirked. "I think you already know the answer to that.."

My whole world stopped. Marks face, his breath, his hard grip, it all left me. Just a sudden black whole, seemed to appear right in front of me. I couldn't breathe, there was just emptyness. It was like someone had let me out in the space.
I woke up. The spinning, horrifying world I had got into, suddenly disappeared. I was back. Back with Mark, still holding me. Nothing had changed, not even the position against the wall. The pain I was experiencing suddenly came crashing down on me again, the body-pain, the headache, the stomach-pain. And then I remembered. Ruth, Liams beloved sister, was dead. Because if me.

"Woah, you went out there for a second.." Mark said. "I was just telling you the truth, and I can admit it too, the truth can give you a blackout.."

Again, all I wanted to do was to smash his face.

"But where was I? Oh, right!.. Only because of Liam, who is going to save his dead sister, and him himself only has a few hours to live, you will all suffer. Not just you, the other guys too. Especially that Harry-guy, he was hidious.."

Before I knew, I opened my mouth, and spitted him in his face. I was actually amused of seeing his grinning expression twist into a furious face, with spit dripping from his nose. But I knew I would have to pay for that.

"You son of a.." He roared and put his hands on my dress.

He then ripped it apart, at least the very top of it. My bra was exposed and I shrieked loudly. His gang was shouting and cheering.

"You go, Mark!" They shouted. "Yeah, show her who's the man! Spread those legs apart!"

I was intimidated, and I screamed for help as he hungrily licked the top of my breats, and at the same time held me hard against the cold wall.
After a few more minutes of "foreplay", I found myself not even making resistance anymore. I knew that I was going to get raped, and I knew I was going to be watched while it happened. And tomorrow, the newspapers was going to say "Girl found naked and killed in an alley".
I hadn't even made it up with Bim yet. I hadn't even had one week with Harry. Not even with any of the other guys. I hadn't told my mom I loved her lately, or dad, Sarah or Faye. I hadn't even been on my college for a month. My life couldn't be over? I still had so many things to do. I wasn't done here. My lovestories wasn't finished written, my whole life wasn't finished written.
This couldn't happen, this wasn't happening. No, I wasn't here, I was home. At my real home. It was new years eve, and I was sipping on some hot chocolate. I could still remember the moments from that night.


"Come on, Kath! They will light up the fireworks soon!" Sarah shouted from the doorframe.

"One minute." I smiled.

I was skyping with my grandma.

"I gotta go. It's almost twelve o'clock!" I said, and my grandma laughed.

"Yes, I should get going myself. But you have a great new years eve, honey. I love you."

"I love you too. See you next year." I winked before I turned off the camera.

I ran out, and got dressed for the cold winter-weather.

"In one minute, Kath!" Sarah shouted from the road outside.

"Come here, sweetie!" Mom shouted.

She held a tray with soda on, and she gave me a glass. I hugged her, and felt Faye hold onto my leg.

"Happy year!" She shouted with her tiny voice.

I lifted her up and kissed her cheek. Dad came from behind and embraced us all with a warm hug.

"Come here, Sarah!" He shouted, and Sarah came running towards us with her appel-red face.

"Three.. two.. one!" We all shouted. "Happy new year!"

The fireworks exploded on the sky, and colored the black heaven with all sorts of colours.

"I love you guys!" I said and hugged them hard.

"I love you too." Everyone said.


I was slowly drifting back to reality, as I felt Mark tearing my dress even further up. I didn't even care at this point. A silent, lonely tear slided down my cheek as my chin crumpled together. I was not going to cry loud anymore, I wasn't going to satisfy him. I bit my teeth together as hard as I could, but the stubborn tear kept rolling down my cheek.
It was the most honest tear I had ever shed, it was in my darkest moment. The cheering in the background, Marks loud licking, and the sound of my material being ripped apart, it was all a blurr. Even what I saw in front of me as a blurr, mostly because of the massive tears in my eyes.
And suddenly, it all ended.
What is happening?
That was the last I thought, before I heard the sound of a glass bottle hitting someone's head.

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