You Ain't The First

Chapter 8 ~ Save Me

Harley

Duff had grabbed me gently, by the arm and took me outside. We were walking on the sunset Strip.

"I haven't seen you in 2 weeks!" I whined.

"Sorry, Axl was being a fucker." He replied.

"Ah, I see."

"I was writing a song over the weeks, though."

"Really? That's so cool, I wrote my own shit too." I say.

"I can show you if you want. Like when we get back to your place."

"I'd love to see what you've written."

"Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?" He asked me.

"Yeah, many times."

There was a tattoo place near the Strip, and I kinda knew where this was going.

"Would you mind if I was there? Like watching you get it?" He asked, again.

"I'd actually love getting one, with you there." I smiled.

"What would it be? The tattoo?"

"Hmm, something of Guns N' Roses." I said, with a laugh.

"Your laugh is adorable!" He says.

"No," I giggled. And he smiled.

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The boys had went back to there apartment, and I was with Sab.

We were walking through an alley, late at night since we liked going to the beach sometimes.

And today was a day, where the two of us just wanted to be at the beach.

I heard some footsteps behind me, and I immediately look at Sab.

"Shh," I say and put a finger over my lips. Sab nods innocently.

Fuck, there was some creepy person following us.

It's dark, and there is only one street light; but its flickering. He goes for Sab, since she looks a lot weaker than I am.
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"HARLS!" She screams.

I tackle the man, and push him against a brick wall. He groans in pain.

Sabrina was shaking, and I told to run.

"Go, Sab!" I say.

"Harls, come on, I'm not leaving you here."

"Just go, I'm right behind you."

She starts running away from the alley, and I ran a few seconds after.

"FUCK! HE'S STILL FOLLOWING US!" I scream.

He was literally right behind me, and he pushed me down.

I fall, right on my face and scream.

The man, dressed in all black drags me by the leg and I'm hopeless.

I'm kicking and yelling, and trying to get him away.

Sabrina was no where to be seen, which was a relief for me. The last thing I wanted, was for her, my flower to get hurt.

"Get off of me!" I yell and on the verge of crying.

"Stop fighting back, you bitch." He says, and pulls out a pocketknife.

I didn't like to look, or sound weak; like at all. But I felt like, I had to.

This man was about to rape me or murder me or something, and I was completely hopeless.

"PLEASE!" I scream, "don't do this!"

He brings the knife to my throats and keeps it there.

I scream again, at the top of my lungs.

"PLEASE!" I beg.

He doesn't listen.

Me being me, and the stubborn bitch I am, I start to fight back.

I grab his hand, and slam it against the nearby wall.

"SHIT!" He says and let's go of the knife. It falls to the ground.

I think I broke his hand, since I heard a crack when I did so.

This man, just won't give up.

He rips my jacket off of me, and goes for my shirt.

"Stop, you don't wanna do this!"

I punch him in the face, but he pulls my hair. And I scream in agony.

By this time, I'm crying, I really am. I sound like a weak person, and most definitely look like one.

He slams me against the wall, and I'm shaking. Honestly, I need someone to fucking save me.

His eyes are dark, a dark brown, and he looks drunk. He smells like alcohol.

At this point, I feel numb by the many times he's hitting me. The man had taken off my shirt, so I was only in my bra.

My vision is getting blurry, and I see a tall figure walking by.

"Please, stop!" I cry out.

I taste the blood in my mouth and look down. The man was taking off my pants. They were at my knees.

"Oh my god! Harley!" I hear, and I recognize the voice. It was Duff's.

"Get the hell off of her!" Duff says and pushes him away.

The man in all black literally passed out on the ground.

I'm shaking and trembling in fear. Duff puts his hand on my cheek, and I closed my eyes

"Oh god, you're gonna be okay." He says, lifting me off my feet.