ROGUE

01 : McCann

Your POV:

I walked barefoot along the wet sidewalk, carrying my black heels in my petite hands.
I took them off a while ago because it got to the point where I thought my damn feet were gonna fall off.
I don't know why I bother.
It was dark, freezing and it had only just stopped raining, my tear-stained cheeks felt numb from the cold as my wet hair clung to them, I had been walking for God knows how long and I had no idea how I was going to get home.

Memories from only an hour ago tortured my mind as I desperately tried to find a bus stop or a store.
The insane party.
The room which was clouded with smoke and smelled like alcohol and weed.
The deafening music pounding in my ears.
My far-too-drunk boyfriend.

Sorry, I mean ex boyfriend.

After seeing him kiss another girl and then slap me for over-exaggerating, there was no way I was letting him drive me home, even if it meant getting lost in a dodgy neighbourhood.

My heart was in my stomach as I thought of all the possible things that could happen to me tonight, I had a feeling this place didn't have a good reputation, and if the sun was up, I would have been sure.
My desperate attempts of calling someone failed when my phone lost signal and then ran out of battery.

Typical.

I carried on walking, shivering in my shiny black jeans and skimpy tank top, I worried I would get hypothermia.
My heart rate sped up when I heard footsteps behind me, but I was too frightened to turn around and see who it was, not that I would recognise anyone from this area anyway.

It's probably nothing. Calm down.

I quickened my pace but the footsteps were so hot in my tracks, I began to run.

Until I was suddenly slammed right into a metal fence, a dirty hand covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

"Isn't this neighbourhood a little rough for a pretty bitch like you?" A mysterious man chuckled devilishly in my ear, his hot breath fanning my face and smelling strongly of alcohol.
He pushed me to the ground easily, pressing me against the wet concrete with a painful force. I tried to scream but nothing came out but a muffled sound.

I realised there were two guys, so there was no way I was getting myself out of this one. I squirmed and struggled under his grip as he shredded my tank top and attempted to undo my bra strap.
"Damn dude, we're gonna have some fun tonight." The guy who was watching stated.
What the fuck?

"We would if she would just stop fucking moving." Growled the other as he struggled to hold me still, I screamed into his hand.

I suddenly froze up when I heard the sound of a gun cocking.
This was it, this was the end of my 18 years on this planet.

"You've got 5 seconds to get your hands off her or I'll kill you both." Another unfamiliar voice said.

"Fuck off, McCann." The guy holding me down snapped. I jumped when the gun was instantly fired, the bullet didn't hit anyone, but the sound of it was enough to trap me in a paralysing fear.
Tears were rolling uncontrollably down my cheeks.
But the name rang in my head.

McCann.
Where had I heard that name before?

"Next one's through your empty brain if you don't get the fuck out of here." The mysterious man's angry voice sent shudders down my spine.

I sighed a breath of relief when the heavy weight was lifted from me and both men left at an extraordinary speed. I had no idea what the hell just happened but I was in so much shock, I could barely move.