I couldn't sleep. A surge of happiness filled over me. Why do I still feel like this. I sat up looking at the time. 2:45 A.M. I couldn't believe I was still up. I decided to put on some cute clothes and head out to the park that's open 24/7. The palm trees of L.A. Swayed in the cold and dark yet warm filling night. I stayed along the sidewalk when a weird feeling overlapped me. A feeling like...

I was being followed.

I turn around but found no trace of anyone. This is sketchy. I decided to just turn around and go back home. I did the first action which was turning around. But I was startled by seeing a dark scary figure in front of me. He looked really familiar. "Wh-who are you!?" I asked panicked.

"I told you I'd get you alone." Whispered the figure.

Zachary!

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me in an alley way. "STOP!! LET GO OF ME!!!" I shouted.

"HEEELLP!!! HEL-" he cupped his hands over my mouth while he unzipped the zipper to my pants with his other pants. My eyes teared up knowing what he was going to do next. I tried to push his hands away from my jeans but he was much stronger than me. He shoved his tongue into my mouth as he moaned. I ripped my head away from him but he slapped me in the face. "Fucking kiss me!!" He yelled.
I didn't have any other choice. He slapped me every time I didn't follow his command. "LET GOOO!!!" I yelled until it seemed like the insides if my throat split. He slammed me against the brick wall as my head banged onto it. "Shut the fuck up!" He snapped.
I saw my pants over about two feet to my left. Why is this happening.

Please. I need a miracle. I don't want to get hurt.  

*Shink.*

Oh great. He has a knife.

"HEELP MEEEEEE!"

I'd expected a slap but instead it was the complete opposite.
The pressure of Zachary against me lifted off my body.
"Get away from her!" A deep voice growled. It was dark outside so I couldn't see who it was. All I saw was a blurry preview of fists flyin'. A stinging pain started at the surface of my stomach. I touched it with my hands feeling a warm liquid. I looked at my fingertips which have been painted with the darkest of red. Blood. I'm bleeding!!
I heard the straining struggle of the two men fighting in front of me. I couldn't keep my focus. My throat hurt. My eyes pounded. I have a gash in my stomach. I decided to relax.

My eyes closed as the fighting noises faded out, telling me someone won the battle.