This chapter contains some violence and some sexual assault. If you do not want to hear about these topics, please do not read this book. If you don't mind, please continue.

"I literally don't get it."

Hours have passed with my head stuck in the stacks of homework assigned by my bitchass professors. The first two years at NYU were much easier, but this third year feels like a noose around my neck and I know it's only going to get worse. Sure there are the parties that everyone overhypes, where girls and boys have sex, drink crazy amounts of alcohol, and snort coke like it is nothing serious. I would be lying if I said I wasn't one of those people. I tried coke once and I will never do it again. I am literally 22 years old and when it comes to drinking, consider me a fucking alcoholic.

My roommate, Leanna, is currently out at an appointment... not the doctor kind. I guess you can say she is a little bit of a hoe? Not a little.. a lot. She is literally walking Chlamydia. We don't really talk because whenever she is around in the dorm, its either to take a shower or get a change of clothes. We are halfway through the year and I am pretty sure she has only stayed the night here twice. She is drop dead gorgeous though. She has the longest, prettiest brown hair, blueish green eyes, tall, and she has a bangin bod. She might be the smartest person I know which is surprising because she throws her body away like she can go out and buy a new one.

I look at the time on my computer screen and see it flashing 11:42 pm. It's almost been eight hours since I started this bullshit. I swear the teachers here give zero craps about your well being. They take an hour to teach, then give you three hours of homework. Like, if you are going to assign us homework, don't give us a years worth and expect it to be turned in at 11:59 pm. Every crevice of mine is sweating in this heat. What's surprising is the areas I had no clue could sweat are literally drenched. Oh, how I wish I had AC right now. I throw my hair up in the messiest bun and put on a pair of black, silk PJ shorts with a black LuLu Lemon sports bra.

As I am finishing my last assignment, I grab my phone and check the time. 3:32 am. My first class is at 6 am so at this point I am going to just stay up. I grab my bag and look for what I have been craving for hours. My beautiful, black bedazzled wax pen. I admire it for a second before taking a hit... or three... then tossing it aside. Laying back on my pillow, I stare out the window looking at the buildings. New York is never quiet that's for sure. I zone out for a few seconds staring at the bright lights and cars driving by before my stomach makes the most ungodly sound. I think there is a demon in there because it literally just yelled at me to go get food. I live on the 3rd floor and on the 1st, there is vending machines by the back entrance. The more I think about food, the hungrier I get. I throw my legs over the bed and throw on a hot pink tank top then slip on my black, fuzzy Walmart slides. Almost everyone that goes here has Gucci shoes and Luis V bags, yet here I am with my Walmart brands and I could care less. I am here for an education, not Fashion Week. Reaching for my handle, I swing the door open and walk to get a pepperoni pizza hot pocket and a water.

I push the elevator button and maybe it was just the high, but I swear I was waiting for it to open for about three years. It finally opens and I click the "1" on the keypad. Exiting onto the first floor, I practically run down the hallway to get to my food because when you are high, food is ten times better. There were a few people awake walking past me to go to their rooms. It doesn't surprise me though. New York is like Vegas. It. never. sleeps. I insert my four dollars for my hot pocket and stick it in the microwave on the table next to me. I stare at it rotating for a few seconds and let out a little giggle. 

Tearing my eyes from the rotating hot pocket, I go to get my water. As I am putting my money in, I hear a muffling sound by the back exit door. I am not one to ignore anything and what can I say....I am nosy as shit. I slowly open the back door revealing the back alleyway. I look to my right and see nothing so I open the door a little more, looking to my left. I see a man who is yelling at a girl, looking around her early twenties. She is wearing a black mini skirt and a blue cropped tank top. I could not quite pick up what they were saying, but I didn't need to. The next thing I know is she is pinned against the wall while he has his hand around her neck.

She is trying to kick him off with her legs but he quickly moves his body closer, blocking her from any movement. I look back up at her face and realize she is turning a ghostly white. He releases his grip a little and whispers something in her ear. The unknown man then slips his hand up her skirt and she lets out an ear piercing scream. It doesn't last long since he slammed his hand over her mouth, causing her head to hit the wall behind her.

I should have just turned around and left. Act as if I saw nothing at all, but I didn't. I didn't want to leave. I want to help this girl because she is in a situation where she cannot help herself. I hide back behind the door for a moment and throw my head back. Taking a deep breath, I relax and pray this goes how I want it to. I step out of the building and make my presence known.

"Yo scum bag. I suggest you get your ass out of here and get going. Cops are on their way," I say with the hardest glare I have ever plastered on my face. Obviously, the cops aren't on the way because my phone is still in my dorm, but it doesn't hurt to try to scare him a little. He is buff. I am 5'11 and I even have to look up at him. I would say he is a good 6'4 and when I say he is buff, I mean I would need three hands to fit around his arms. He has a hat on but I do notice the slight beard he has growing.

He turns to me slowly dropping the girl to the ground and laughs. You could tell by his laugh that he was pure evil. There was nothing good about this man. 

"Get lost, babe. This doesn't concern you."

"Actually, it does and if you think I am going to leave you here with her, you are wrong."

He takes two steps towards me but I hold my stance and show him he does not scare me the slightest. 

"Listen girl. You are seeing something you shouldn't be seeing." He takes more steps towards me and we are a good three inches away from each other. His lower body is pressed against mine and I can feel the warmth of his breath.

 "I wonder what it would be like to take two young, beautiful girls at once." He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear and snakes his hand down my neck, stroking my shoulder. 

"Oh yeah?" I say in a slow seductive voice. I brush against his shoulders and down his arms. I feel his tiny cheeto puff spike up in his pants.

"Let's find out" I start to pull him in to 'kiss' him and right before that happens, I push him back and lock my fist with his jaw. I am impressed with my hook and I thank God that I grew up with two brothers. He stumbles back a bit, but not too much.

The other girl begins to get up after finally catching her breath. I zone out on her for a moment and snap out of it from a brutal kick to the stomach. Falling down, I clutch my stomach in pain. I go to stand up only to be kicked in my ribs. I look up at this man and notice his busted lip. At this point, I don't think I am going to get out of this alive but at least I made a mark on this bitch.

He steps on my neck putting a decent amount of weight on it. I struggle to find any air and I begin to see colorful dots as my vision fades. He finally releases his foot and I gasp for air. As soon as I catch my breath, he kicks me in the stomach once again.  I swallow my scream down because my brothers taught me a few years back to never show weakness. My brothers. They would be so disappointed if I went out this way. I look over to the girl and she gives me the most terrifying look. As if she was debating whether or not to stay and help or leave. I look to the door and back at her, hinting for her to go. She glances at the man who is focused on me and makes a run for it.

The sound I heard next made my heart drop. The cock of a gun following with a bang. Blood drips from her chest, leaking down her body quickly. She looks at the mysterious man, then back to me. She drops to her knees, then to her side. Her eyes remain open staring right at me. In this moment my adrenaline is running. Despite the fact a young woman was killed in front of me, I quickly get up and extend my right leg, kicking the gun from his hand. Grabbing a piece of broken glass from the ground I shove it into his ribs and give it a good twist. He uses both hands to cover the deep wound I just created.

Wasting no time, I turn around to grab another large piece of glass just to be slammed into the brick wall in front of me. I could have sworn the wall broke with my impact. He kicked me multiple times but honestly I couldn't feel it. I am numb to pain now. The thought of death washed over my mind for a brief moment. As he continues to kick every inch of my body, I can only think about my brothers. I look over to the dead body on the ground. Her eyes remain open but it is clear she is not awake.

The beating stops and he lowers down to my face. Grabbing my jaw tightly and turning me to face him, he takes a deep breath.

"I told you to walk away. You should've listened."

I stare right into his eyes. I spit blood out onto his shoes.

"Fuck you."

Picking me up by my hair, he pins me against the wall. With his knee between my legs holding my body weight and both of his arms on either side of my head, I am stuck.

"Who are you?"

I say nothing. My head snaps to the right after a brutal hit to the face. Snapping out of my gaze I spit blood from my mouth and look at the man in front of me. The deep black lack eyes are all I can focus on. So dark and dangerous, sending chills down my spine.

"I said who the fuck are you." He says is a low voice. 

"None of your fucking business." My voice is shaky, yet firm. His body heats up with anger. Removing he knee from between my legs, my body drops quickly. I gasp from the shooting pain that escaped my abdominal area. He stares for a moment, checks his watch then leaves.

"You just entered something you shouldn't have." he says as he walks away. 

A car pulls up but I cannot make out what it is. I fade in and out of consciousness. I try to see who is driving but before I could, the darkness consumes my body.

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