∆take it∆

He locked the door behind him and threw me on the bed.

He started with himself, and undressed.

I started panicking.

I closed my eyes waiting for my usual fate.

But not today.

I stood up and kicked him on the groin, giving me enough time to get the keys and open the door.

I ran out of his room and ran outside to the nearest and knocked as hard as I could.

"Hold on..." A female voice called and shortly opened the door.

"Oh my..." She exclaimed as she noticed the old scars on my body. "You're the girl who stays up front."

"Yes! please help me! The man I live with...He-... He's a drunkard!"

"Oh don't you worry now, they're everywhere, come on, let me take you home."

"No! please!"

"Come let's go."

She drags me to the front door and knocks.

"Good evening sir, is she yours?"

"Why yes of course, thank you so much for finding her for me." He tells her politely.

"No problem... actually she came knocking at my doorstep saying you were a drunkard."

I plead her not to leave me.

"Oh no... she's just a little stressed out with school work that's all."

"Okay then, thank you for your time." She says as she leaves.

"No...thank you." He adds with enthusiasm.

I make a run for it, but a jabbing pain was spreading through my right arm and I fell on the ground, seeing a glimpse of his eerie grin, holding an injection.