Du were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on oben, nach oben of you, unbuttoning your shirt. Du had gegeben up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear Du anyways. Du were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. Du 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,” Du scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Du bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and Du scream for your boyfriend Soda, oder anyone that would hear.
Von this time your hemd, shirt was off, and he was working on the gürtel of your jeans. All Du could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, Du didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.
Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. Du sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.
The Sekunde the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are Du hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.
“No,” Du 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. Du 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,” Du scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Du bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and Du scream for your boyfriend Soda, oder anyone that would hear.
Von this time your hemd, shirt was off, and he was working on the gürtel of your jeans. All Du could do was cry. He was much bigger than you, Du didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off.
Suddenly, the soc is knocked off of you. Du sit up to see Soda, punching the guy repeatedly in the stomach, screaming profanities at him, face full of rage.
The Sekunde the soc is out, he turns his attention towards you. He rushes over to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he kisses your forehead. “Are Du hurt? Did he actually…” He asked, eyes full of anger.
“No,” Du 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 Jahr 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 sagte 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 couch to give her a hug.
“I Liebe Du Daddy.”
“Love Du too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Liebe with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 Jahr 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 sagte 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 couch to give her a hug.
“I Liebe Du Daddy.”
“Love Du too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Liebe with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du 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 Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du 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 Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.