To begin with I don’t know why she acted so strange, it literally was impossible to get her attention, her eyes were clinked on to that rather unappealing looking man at the door. I really couldn’t seem to find a reason that she wouldn’t let go of him, she already had a boyfriend who loved her more than anything in this world and in my opinion I honestly did find Liam being a lot more attractive than that disgusting looking guy.

But then I started to realize that it wasn’t lust or admiration that was written in Em’s blue eyes. It was fear. Real and pure penetrating fear. When he hand on my arm started to squeeze even harder as she tried to calm down her shaking body it was clear that she was scared to death.

“Em,” Aida mumbled in a deep tone that was so calm and convincing that it could probably make everybody do whatever she wanted them to do. “What is it?”

Once again Em didn’t say anything at first but then her mouth started moving as if she was really trying to get some kind of words past her pale and suddenly dry lips.

“He…” she whispered. “It’s him.”

Neither of us had to ask of who she was referring to. The skinny silhouette, the messy and dirty hair, the bad teeth; everything fitted exactly on the descriptions she’d given us and the police on one of her rapists a few weeks ago.

And as I kept my glance on her it was like re-experiencing all the feelings and thoughts that she’d been dealing with that night and the days after. Fear, humiliation, devotion, baring, sorrow, loneliness, abused, hate and pain were just a few of them. And it was killing me to know how she’d had to go through all those things. And not just that Saturday, but once again tonight here at a small and slightly dodgy bar in Camden.

To look at the man while knowing what he’d done to this innocent and beautiful girl that also happened to be my best friend made me instantly stand up from the bar stool that I’d been sitting on until now.

I felt the frustration and deep hate build up inside of me as I had to compose myself from not walking over there to the door and knock that smirk of his far away.


“I’m going to call the police…” Aida mumbled while taking out her phone. As she dialed the number and put the phone up to her ear the man immediately disappeared out the door. “They need to know that he was here,” she then said before getting through to the police.

Em now pulled out her phone as well and dialed a number that I didn’t recognize but it turned out to be Liam’s when she quietly and with a trembling voice squeaked: “Liam, can you come? I… I need you. Thank you.”

Wow, that was simple. I couldn’t help but admire the honesty and loyalty that the two of them shared for each other.


I glanced around the bar and noticed that most people had gone home by now, actually the four of us were the only ones still sitting and talking in there. The atmosphere was rather thick and nervous still after having seen that guy and Em didn’t take her eyes off the door at any point, the fear and horror was still painted very clearly on her beautiful face and I rubbed her back with my hand in an attempt to comfort her just the tiniest bit.

“I’m going to go to the toilet, I’ll be right back,” Aida said to Em before heading towards the dark corner where the bar owner had told us there would be a rest room earlier that evening.


“You okay?” Harry asked and moved over to Aida’s now empty chair between him and Em.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“I understand,” Harry responded. “But don’t worry, the police are searching through the area right now, I don’t think he will have much chance of escaping for very long.”

“I just… He looked so… angry,” Em then suddenly started to sob. “Like he wanted revenge or something. I’m so scared that he might came here for me. What else would he be doing here?”

“I know, it must be terrible for you to see him again,” Harry said and wrapped his arms around her and whispering the most comforting words in to her hair trying desperately to calm her down. The woman standing behind the counter was cleaning up some big beer mugs and glanced over at us with a confused expression every once in a while. It seemed like she was the only one left in the bar besides us and according to her tired and cranky face she probably wanted us to leave any time soon.

“Let’s just wait for Liam to come and then we’ll go home,” I said to the two of them. If it hadn’t been for Em’s rapist’s showing up here near us I would probably had felt just as exhausted as the poor woman behind the bar, but at this point my pulse was still at a rapid speed at the thought of what he might wanted from her, the look in his scary dark eyes didn’t speak any words of comfort at all.


A few minutes later Liam walked through the door and I almost cracked up in a smile when I saw the bartender roll her eyes and sighing tiredly at the sight of another possible costumer, but my body was still tense from what had happened which made smiling seem so wrong.

He didn’t say anything but just walked over to wrap his arms around Em.


“What happened?” he asked quietly in to her ear. I could tell by her shaking shoulders that she had started to cry again.

“It was…” she tried to force the words over her lips several times but she kept getting interrupted by sobs escaping her mouth instead so Harry decided to take over.

“The other guy from that Saturday was here,” he told Liam who immediately shut his eyes open and hugged his girlfriend even tighter.

“Did he…” he stuttered. “Did he say anything?”

We all shook our heads.

“He just… stared,” Em sobbed again. “I’m scared Liam.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here. Nothing will happen, just relax,” he whispered while rubbing her back lightly over and over again.


“What is Aida doing in that bathroom?” I asked after another few minutes of waiting for her. “I’m going to get her and then we’ll leave.”

Harry was the only one nodding, since Liam and Em hadn’t let go of each other yet, she was almost about to calm down by now, he seemed like the only one who could do that in this kind of situation.


I headed towards the dark corner in the bar to where I knew the door to the toilet was. I opened it and went down a small hall to find the door among a few others that had a barely seen mark of a lady painted on it.

“Aida?” I asked through it while knocking lightly. “What are you doing?”

No answer. I knocked again, but still no answer.

I grabbed on to the handle and turned it expecting it to be locked but to my surprise the door flew right open. But the smelling and dirty looking toilet was completely empty which only made me more confused. Maybe she’d gone in to the men’s room probably after having as much trouble as me finding my way to the right doors through the dark.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number but she didn’t pick up.


I was just about to head back to the others when a couple of hands grabbed around my shoulders from behind. I let out a small squeal that was quickly silenced by a hand in front of my mouth.

The disgusting smell from the dirty toilets in the hall was now replaced by another one that most certainly wasn’t any more pleasant than the first one and the hand in front of my mouth made me frown as its smell found its way to my nose.
I was quickly starting to realize that the person holding me from behind was pulling me towards the men’s room right next to the door that I was standing in front of. I wasn’t sure of what was happening, it all went so quickly; the person was strong, really strong, it was so dark so I couldn’t see where I was stumbling around.

“Don’t you say a word!” a man’s raspy voice said in to my ear as I kept trying to struggle my way out of the arms around me.

The words scared me, until now I hadn’t had any time or overview to know what to feel about this, but I didn’t stop fighting his attempts to pull me towards the door. Whatever he wanted I wasn’t interested in, the aching feeling in my stomach that had threatened to enhance for the last hour since Em had seen the man in the bar was now worse than ever, especially when I realized that I was not at all strong enough to resist the man’s movements as he quickly pulled me backwards through the door.

I reacted instinctively by biting down on the hand to make it release it tight hold on my mouth, but I only managed to get half a second of breath before I saw the flash.

The flash of a knife.

The flash that moved quickly in front of me and up to my throat.

“I said, don’t say a word!” the creepy man’s voice commanded and this time I obeyed his orders and moved backwards in to the men’s room.


The light was blinding. So blinding. It hurt my eyes, I couldn’t see a thing. But I didn’t get to pay much attention to the pain in my eyes when it was replaced by a much heavier one in my head as I felt myself getting knocked out by a hand.

This was the first time the man let go of me and I fell on to the hard floor hitting my shoulder against the wall on the way from being terrible dizzy. I didn’t get to recover at all before I was lifted up on my feet once again by my hair but once again my scream from the pain was silenced by the knife touching my throat.


My view was more blurry than ever but I was feeling every movement being made by the person behind me, seeing was the only sense that wasn’t at its highest at this point. I felt another couple of hands grab on to me, touching my breasts on their travelling way up on to my face and this time I couldn’t help but let out the squeal that I’d been holding back until now and it was only stopped by the wet feeling of a drop of blood hitting my collar bone.


“Did you call the police?” another man’s voice asked from in front of me as his filthy hands turned my face towards him. My view was starting to get back to a normal strength and I immediately recognized those crooked teeth. They looked so much more disgusting up close and his breath hitting my face made my stomach turn, I had to swallow in order to hold everything in.

“What?” I asked even though I already knew what he’d just asked me, which seemed to annoy him when one of his hands on my cheeks made a swift movement and slapped back on to the left side of my face so hard that my vision was blinded once again.

“Answer!” he spat. His dark eyes were filled with the same kind of hate and evil as I’d seen earlier outside in the bar. It seemed like ages ago, in a time where I didn’t have a knife pressed against my neck and a throbbing head from the violent treatment it had gotten by now.

“They’re not coming,” I answered shortly.

“Look at me,” he commanded lifting my chin firmly. Apparently I had instantly turned my face away and closed my eyes tightly when he’d come too close to my face. When I fought his hand the other man from behind me tightened his grip on my hair and I immediately did as I was told in order to get rid of the pain that he caused.

“You’re pretty,” he said with a hungry glare in his eyes as he studied every inch of my face by turning it as he wished but making sure that I never stopped looking at him.

I had to do everything in my will power to stop myself from throwing up on the floor, though it would please me rather much if I could manage to hit that hideous face of his.

“You’re…” I stuttered and he looked at me curiously. “You’re disgusting.”

At first he didn’t react to my words. But then he just laughed. A really honest and sincere laugh, and if it hadn’t been for his hands travelling down my body I would believe that he was a complete normal person having fun. But this was a psycho. A psycho about to do horrible things to me if I didn’t stop him.

My body instinctively tried to move away from his touch as it traced its way down to the bottom of my oversize white t-shirt. He started lifting it up to look on what was underneath it.

“Yeah, you’re really pretty,” he smiled biting his lip with his gross teeth. “A bit chubbier than your two friends, but you’ll do. What do you think?” He looked up at his friend that held the knife and who I hadn’t seen the look of yet, but I was not eager for it either. He didn’t smell as bad as the skinny man in front of me, but he was terrible. Heartless, cold and terrible.

“She’ll do,” he mumbled suddenly really close to my ear from having forward to glance down my exposed upper body over my shoulder.

“Where is she?” I asked trying to get my mind off what was about to happen.

“Oh your dear friend?” the skinny man asked while the one behind me chuckled. “She’s just recovering.”


His words made my eyes overflow, the tears that I’d fought for what seemed like eternity now escaped one by one and rapidly traced down my face, no matter how much I struggled against them to do so.

“Oh, don’t cry,” he said and dried off my cheeks. “We’re just about to have fun, there’s nothing to be sad about.”

Through my tears and sobs I managed to get a view of the bathroom where I, behind the skinny man, immediately recognized the white Nike Air Max shoe that my friend had put on this afternoon before going on stage, she had told Em and I they were her lucky shoes.

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