pulsated with music, the walls taking on life expiring the sounds. I shivered and tapped my foot against the concrete, impatiently waiting for Eli to pick up.
The phone rang twice.
Street lamps cast daunting shadows between the parked cars on the empty street. I stepped onto the broken curb between two cars. Nervously, I looked both ways. The trepidation crawled inside of me, sending
rows of goose bumps across my arms.
The phone rang a third time.
Behind me, I heard shuffling. A hand clamped over my mouth. Someone behind me pressed my body into his. A muted scream came from my mouth.
He jerked me away from the road effortlessly. Chapped lips were at my ear, warm, damp breath brushed against my neck. I gasped for a frantic breath of the night air.
"Hi, Ella Baby"
Eight
I screamed again, but my scream was cut short. Heavy
laughter thundered into my ears and echoed through my skull. One hard, bandaged hand gripped the curve of my waist, while the other remained over my mouth. I shoved against his grasp, but his arms caged me against him. My feet barely touched
the sidewalk as he forced me away from the building. Frantically, I pushed and pulled to free myself from his constricting hold.
"Let go!" I shouted, when his hand fell loose from
my mouth. He laughed, the strong odor of whiskey cut into my senses. I grimaced and turned my face to the side to avoid the stench.
"I like this shirt." My stomach churned when he spoke again. His hand, on my waist, tugged roughly at the hem of my shirt
touching my bare stomach. "You know what I like better? What's underneath it."
"Let me go, Davey!" I shouted, struggling against his alcohol induced strength.
He dragged my struggling body a few blocks before he turned
into an alley. A knot hardened in the back of my throat when my eyes met the dark alleyway. I blinked the tears from my eyes. In an instant, I was shoved up against the brick wall. I winced as my head smacked against the gritty stone.
His hands pushed against my shoulders, pinning me to the wall.
A shriek left my mouth when the reality of the situation crashed upon me. His eyebrows knit together as he pulled something from the
back of his jeans. I screamed again, but the sound cut off when the cold barrel of his gun pushed underneath my jaw. I whimpered feeling the pressure of the icy metal push against my flesh.
"Davey," My voice was calm but the fear apparent.
"You don't want to do this. It's not too late. We can go back to the venue and...." My voice cracked uncontrollably.
"Shut up, Ella." He laughed again, his face close to mine. The stench of alcohol infused tobacco wavered around my face. I held
my breath. "I don't want to hear you talk." He was drunk, but he could formulate sentences easily. I could put up a fight, but I would loose, even with his impaired senses.
Without warning, his lips crashed against mine. I tried to turn my head, but the gun advised otherwise. When his cold lips slid over my bottom lip, I bit down hard. He howled and snapped back immediately. The salty, metallic taste flooded into my mouth. My hand shot to my lips and pulled away,
feeling the liquid trickle onto my fingers. My eyes widened as I realized I had drawn blood.
My attention flashed back to Davey. His eyes flared. One of his hands raised and swung forward. I closed my eyes when his hand struck
beneath my cheekbone. A pitiful cry escaped my lips. My hand cupped my cheek as the warmth from the blow rushed to the surface of my skin. His gun ran up and down my jaw line while his free hand gripped my waist forcing himself closer to
my body. I stiffened in his hold. My eyes opened to find his face moving closer to mine, again. I turned my face away from him. Instinctively, I raised my knee attempting a shot to the groin.
Ready for the move, he pulled back but I managed to change
tactics and kick his shin, hard. He stepped back a few inches, howling and swearing. With only a small space between us, I bolted to the
The phone rang twice.
Street lamps cast daunting shadows between the parked cars on the empty street. I stepped onto the broken curb between two cars. Nervously, I looked both ways. The trepidation crawled inside of me, sending
rows of goose bumps across my arms.
The phone rang a third time.
Behind me, I heard shuffling. A hand clamped over my mouth. Someone behind me pressed my body into his. A muted scream came from my mouth.
He jerked me away from the road effortlessly. Chapped lips were at my ear, warm, damp breath brushed against my neck. I gasped for a frantic breath of the night air.
"Hi, Ella Baby"
Eight
I screamed again, but my scream was cut short. Heavy
laughter thundered into my ears and echoed through my skull. One hard, bandaged hand gripped the curve of my waist, while the other remained over my mouth. I shoved against his grasp, but his arms caged me against him. My feet barely touched
the sidewalk as he forced me away from the building. Frantically, I pushed and pulled to free myself from his constricting hold.
"Let go!" I shouted, when his hand fell loose from
my mouth. He laughed, the strong odor of whiskey cut into my senses. I grimaced and turned my face to the side to avoid the stench.
"I like this shirt." My stomach churned when he spoke again. His hand, on my waist, tugged roughly at the hem of my shirt
touching my bare stomach. "You know what I like better? What's underneath it."
"Let me go, Davey!" I shouted, struggling against his alcohol induced strength.
He dragged my struggling body a few blocks before he turned
into an alley. A knot hardened in the back of my throat when my eyes met the dark alleyway. I blinked the tears from my eyes. In an instant, I was shoved up against the brick wall. I winced as my head smacked against the gritty stone.
His hands pushed against my shoulders, pinning me to the wall.
A shriek left my mouth when the reality of the situation crashed upon me. His eyebrows knit together as he pulled something from the
back of his jeans. I screamed again, but the sound cut off when the cold barrel of his gun pushed underneath my jaw. I whimpered feeling the pressure of the icy metal push against my flesh.
"Davey," My voice was calm but the fear apparent.
"You don't want to do this. It's not too late. We can go back to the venue and...." My voice cracked uncontrollably.
"Shut up, Ella." He laughed again, his face close to mine. The stench of alcohol infused tobacco wavered around my face. I held
my breath. "I don't want to hear you talk." He was drunk, but he could formulate sentences easily. I could put up a fight, but I would loose, even with his impaired senses.
Without warning, his lips crashed against mine. I tried to turn my head, but the gun advised otherwise. When his cold lips slid over my bottom lip, I bit down hard. He howled and snapped back immediately. The salty, metallic taste flooded into my mouth. My hand shot to my lips and pulled away,
feeling the liquid trickle onto my fingers. My eyes widened as I realized I had drawn blood.
My attention flashed back to Davey. His eyes flared. One of his hands raised and swung forward. I closed my eyes when his hand struck
beneath my cheekbone. A pitiful cry escaped my lips. My hand cupped my cheek as the warmth from the blow rushed to the surface of my skin. His gun ran up and down my jaw line while his free hand gripped my waist forcing himself closer to
my body. I stiffened in his hold. My eyes opened to find his face moving closer to mine, again. I turned my face away from him. Instinctively, I raised my knee attempting a shot to the groin.
Ready for the move, he pulled back but I managed to change
tactics and kick his shin, hard. He stepped back a few inches, howling and swearing. With only a small space between us, I bolted to the
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