I closed my eyes and took a step back, down the stairs. Please this can't happen to me. No, not this too. Fear and anger rose up inside me. Arms snaked around my waist, pulling me back up. Hands ran up my sides and down my arms. I could feel their bodies sandwiching me between them. I could feel their hard-ons pressing against me. No! this is not going to happen. Not to me and not to any other girl!
Anger over came fear. I pushed at the guy infront of me. The owner of the voice in the corner. He had on a black hoodie, witht the hood up, casting his features in shadows. I could see the smirk on his face as he leered at me.
“Ohh yea. You like that dont you baby. Yea.” The one behind me moaned as he grinded against my ass, pulling me back on him. I could feel something stirring in my chest. Stop! This is not going to happen. STOP!
The guy infront of me shot backwards. He thumped against the wall, tilted sideways and fell down the stairs. The gelled blonde behind me also hit the other wall. Both of them stayed where they fell. Okay, what just happened?
I took a deep breath to calm myself. I suddenly felt so tired, my knees buckled. I sank to the floor, clutching my pounding head.
I don't know how long I stayed like that for. When the shaking had subsided and the pounding in my head died down a little, I stood on quaking legs. Neither of the boys had moved. I couldn't even tell if they were breathing. Ohh god, what if I killed them? But how could I have killed them, I didn't touch them. I'm not strong enough to push him down the stairs.
I fought with my inner voice over how this happened and what I should do. I didn't want to go near them incase they were faking. I know it's bad, but I decided to call the cops when I got to Declans. So I grabbed my suitcases and hauled them up to the third floor as quickly as I could.
I was sweating and out of breath as I knocked on the door of number 12.
A man in his early 40's answered the door. He was bare chested, wearing only a pair of low-hung jeans. He had short brown hair, broad shoulders, slightly tanned and blunt features.He was the spitting image of my late Dad. All I could do was stare.
“Um, hi there?” He says as he looks at me quizzically.
“Hi. I'm Nissa.” I pant.
He looks at me with a frown on his face. Then realisation dawns. “Ohh, shit! Was that today?”
“Who is it darling?” A female voice floats out behind him.
“Um . . . “ He looks at me, the suitcases, then back behind him. A woman in a floral silk dressing gown appears at his arm. She looks to be in her early 20's.
“Ohh.” Is all she says as she disappears back inside the apartment.