ELLA'S POV Ugh! Where am I? I knew I shouldn't have stayed at Chrissy's house so long. Now its pitch black outside and I'm lost. Great, just great.This is the last thing I need. I walk down an alley that seems .particularly dark. It seems to go on forever, I'm about halfway through the alley, when I get tackled to the ground. I try t get up, but the guy gets on top of me. I looks up at my attacker's face to see John. John is my ex. I dated him for almost two years. He was abusive and he raped me on an ordinary basis. Tears start to form in my eyes and are soon streaming down my face. I got rid of him, I don't want to go through any of it ever again, but now I'm being forced to. I fight and fight, but he won't get off of me. "Come on, Ella. Don't be like this," he says. I didn't stop, so he punches me. Hard. I fight for a minute longer, then stop. I see it's no use. He won't get off. He won't let me go. "That's it baby. That's how I like it," he says as he harshly presses his lips to mine. He stops kissing me long enough to slap me. I yell out in pain, and he covers my mouth with his hand. "No, no, no babe. You don't want anyone to find us, now do you?" The next thing I know, John is off of me and is fighting with some guy. The guys continue to beat John up until he runs off. When the guy knows that John isn't coming back, he comes and kneels beside me. "Are you okay, love?" he asks. I try to say yes, but my voice fails me. He is starting to pick me up in his arms when I pass out.

Notes

Ok, guys, this is my first story and my first try at fan fiction. Tell me what ya'll think. Honest opinions. And if you have any comments or ideas, feel free to say what it is. Thanks!!! =D