Running into the player

Chapter 14 - Wrong Turn

I update really quick but I think I need a break. I always say I'm going to take a break and then update but now I'm determined! ;)

CHAPTER 14

"Stupid hair!" I yell at my reflection as I brush furiously through my hair. Today I have no work, so i've decided to go shopping. I quickly tie my hair in a bun and finish applying a quick coat of makeup. Earlier today I tried to call Bree but she ignored my calls, not even a quick text back. Bitch. I pull my light blue jeans on and add a black jumper, sighing loudly as I grab my handbag and head out the front door. I have a vague idea as to where the shops are, I guess this is where my sense of direction kicks in. I walk down the street, looking out for some familiar street signs to help me get to where I want to go. I turn down a random street, hopefully I will magically find my way. No such luck. I stand awkwardly on the sidewalk, digging through my bag for my phone. I pull it out and automatically get into maps. I walk to the end of the street and type in where I am and where I want to go. I follow the guide and turn left down a short lane, listening to my phone speak the directions aloud.

"You have reached your destination." My phone chirps, leaving me standing on the end of an unfamiliar street.

"What? No I haven't!" I snap, tapping my phone angrily with my finger. "Fuck this!" I throw my phone on the ground and immediantly regret the decision, fumbling to pick it up I notice a huge crack down the front of it. Great! I groan loudly and throw it into my handbag, angrily stomping off in any direction, could today start any better?

"You alright sweetheart?" I stop walking and look over at the road to see a guy hanging his head out of his truck looking at me.

"Yeah." I call back before walking off again. I notice the truck stops just in front of me and two guys get out. I keep my head down and try not to look too bothered by them.

"Wanna lift?" The other guy asks, stepping in front of me. I snap my head up and look at him through angry eyes.

"I said I was fine didn't I?" I try to push past them but the guy grabs my arm, digging his nails into me painfully.

"You don't look fine to us." The guy standing next to the truck says, moving closer to me.

"Leave me alone." I say, yanking my arm out of the mans grip and shoving him in the chest. I push past him and for a minute I think they are going to let me go, but one of them grabs my jumper and pulls me back, slamming me against the truck. I let out a small squeak and I feel a hand close over my mouth. Flashbacks of the night at the bar with Tristan fill my mind and I try hard to not cry. The guy who had called out to me has his hands next to my head whilst the other guy was leaning casually next to me.

"We're just trying to help you. You look lost." The man leaning next to me says, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear. I bite my bottom lip painfully to stop myself from whimpering, both men have smug grins on their faces, I just want to knock them off. My arms hang numbly at my sides, not being much help. The man in front of me leans closer, our knees touching. I bite down harder on my lip and taste blood, watching the man lean his face close to mine.

"You're a pretty little thing." He says, raising his eyebrows. "Not much of a talker though." He pulls back suddenly and puts his hand over my mouth. "Just in case." I stop biting my lip, instead I bite down hard on his finger, making him to curse loudly and pull away from me. As soon as his hand leaves my mouth I scream, but i'm soon cut off by the other guys hand colliding with my throat. I gasp and splutter for air but don't get any, causing me to choke. The man lets my throat go and my hands grab his truck, causing my handbag to fall to the ground. I drag in air and breathe deeply for a few moments.