• "Hey, man, look at her," a boy from across the courtyard said to his friend. The boy had a medium build, buzzed hair, and wore black. He looked as if he was about to go to a rock concernt. I walked on. My hair whipped at my face, as if it was slapping me for taking this route home. I heard a chuckle come from the other boy. His body well carved, as if a model had decided to stand in plain veiw for the world.

    "Leave her alone, she's just passin by," the model spoke. His grin was in his voice, but I could tell that he grim toward his friend. I walked on and their voices began to fade.

    Why am I walking through this alley way anyway? I asked myself, Why am I being this way? This is no way to get attention. I gripped my books and held down my skirt as a strong wind blew at me, shouting for me to go back and take another route. Its attemt was futile as I walked on. In front of me I saw paper dancing with plastic bags, garbage cans erupting with black bags, and I heard the soft tap of foot steps behind me. I froze in my place as his voice met my ears. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this," the boy in black sneered as he swiveled in front of me. My hair flew back, the wind trying to tell me to run. But I couldn't run. My feet wouldn't listen to me.

    He reached out and brushed his fingers down my neck and into the neck of my shirt. Shivering at the wrongness of it, I managed, "Leave me alone." I was horrified by the laughter that came from his lips.

    "Honey," he sneered, inching his lips to mine, "Don't you worry. Yo'll enjoy every minute of it." The moment his lips embraced mine, I melted and my feet were no longer frozen. I scame and hit him, kicking as I tried to run away from him. His grips on my wrists were tight strong, and cut off the cerculation. He forced me against a near-by wall and I felt his hand run up my leg, tugging on my underwear. My face burned as tears flowed from my eyes. As I was about to let out another scream, his filthy hand covered my opened mouth. "Shh, calm down. You're gonna ruin the fun. Now ... let me have you, no more fussing," he cooed me.

    With those words said, his slimy tongue erected itself and ran over my neck. I felt myself shaking with fear. What had I been thinking when I came this way? My tears flowed like a ragging river over my cheeks as he removed his hand and forced his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved to my crotch and it moved rythmically against me. His hand moved over my shirt and undid the buttons. He gripped my breast as he rubbed harder. I let myself whimper and sniffle. There was no one who would save me. I was done for. How could this happen?

    Without warning, the boy in black was ripped from me and thrown into the other wall. He hit it with a TWACK! Again, I was frozen. My shirt was halfway off my shoulders, my skirt messed up to little recognation. It was the model boy. He yelled, "Jack I said leave her alone! Now I'm going to have to kill you!" He pulled out a knife.

    "No, Luke, it's not what you think! She and I were just haven some fun, weren't we girlie?" the one named Jack looked at me with pleading eyes. For a moment, I thought of letting the model kill him. The things he did were unforgivable. The places he touched were not ment for his hands. I looked at him, then to the model boy, trying to catch my breath and fix my wardrobe. I walked up to the model boy.

    Putting a hand on his shoulder I asked, "Luke was it?" He nodded at me, his knife still pointed at Jack. "We were not having fun, but please don't kill him." Luke looked at me as if I had gone crazy. Reluctantly, he let his hand fall to his side and he snarled at his friend. Or enemy at the moment. "Don't hurt him too bad." And with that, I walked on. Soon I heard swearing and the cry that I could tell was the Jack character. With my face grim and my mind blank, I let my feet walk me the rest of the way home.

    Three months later, I saw Jack again, but this time I was linked arms with my Luke. And this time, Jack's rubbing hand was missing.