I leaned against the brick wall. The dark alleyway smelled of trash and smoke. I took another drag of my spliff, blowing the smoke into the air.

The concrete still shined with puddles from the rain the previous night. Lights reflected off the water from the signs of the different clubs.

It was 2am. The clubs were still pulsing with music, drunk couples stumbling out and falling all over each other. A few cabs lined the streets.

I took another drag.

The London streets were cold this time of night.

Red and Blue lights reflected off the side of the building in front of me.

"Shit", I mumbled before dashing back further into the alley, my feet crushing glass from broken beer bottles. I ducked behind a dumpster.

Once I was sure the police car had passed, I stepped back out, resuming my previous place. Just another precaution.

The clubs were almost empty now. What I assumed were the last few stragglers stumbled out of the club I was next to.

It was three men, tall but skinny. Their hands were by their sides. Not in their pockets. Good sign.

I leisurely pushed my back off the brick wall, throwing my spliff to the ground and crushing it with my foot, before I walked to catch up to them. They were in front of me now, drunkenly slurring words. A tall red head walked at the edge of the group. I aimed for him.
I strutted past them, the brief second I was next to them my hand dipped into his pocket snatching his wallet.

I smirked to myself. Another success. Maybe he had enough for me to be able to eat tonight.

I walked past them. Catcalls whistled out behind me. In these situations I walked faster.

"Hey girl!" One of the men shouted.

I walked faster.

"Come on baby don't be like that." Another one of them called.

I was about to turn a corner to freedom.

Suddenly a hand yanked my wrist backwards.

Fuck.

"Hey, I was calling you." He spun me around. He pushed his face into mine, backing me up against a building. His breath reeked of alcohol.

It was the red head.

I turned my head away from him.

"Aww what's wrong pretty lady?" His hand groped my side.

I moved away from him.

"Answer me bitch!" he yelled.

I brought my knee up to his groin sharply. He released me for a moment.
Before grabbing onto me harshly.

"You're gonna pay for that bitch!" He pushed me into the wall, my head slammed against it. I could hear the crack and gasped out in pain.

His hand grabbed my shirt, tearing it over my head. No no this wasn't happening. He groped my breasts, before taking a hand and slapping my arse.

His hand slipped into my jeans as he groped me and I froze. Knowing if i didn't struggle he would be less tempted to continue his assault. I closed my eyes as i felt him continue.
Suddenly he was gone. I opened my eyes to see him on the ground with another man on top of him. My attacker pushed the stranger of him but the stranger ran forward slamming the attacker into the wall.

The stranger punched my attacker in the face, knocking him out.
Whoever my attackers friends were, they were long gone.

The stranger who came to my rescue turned and looked at me. He was tall, over six feet. He was wearing a leather jacket and black skinny jeans.

He kneeled down on the ground and handed me my shirt. I slid it on before turning back to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked in an Australian accent. Long way from home.

"Fine." I lied. The ache in my head killing me.

"Dont lie to me. You're bleeding."
I felt behind my head and my fingers were met with something sticky. I pulled my fingers back to my face and saw something wet on them in the darkness of the alley.

"I'll call the cops." He pulled a phone from his pocket.

"NO!" I yelled at him.

"You were almost just raped and you're telling me not to call the cops?! Are you crazy?!" He snapped at me.

"No, and i have to go. Have fun talking to the cops." I walked away. There was a home a few blocks down where i could get some bandage for my head.

"Wait, I'm sorry! Come back!" He called after me.

I kept walking, tugging my jacket back up my arm.

"At least let me help you since you won't let me call the police." He took hold on my arm. I turned around and glared at him.

"Let go of me." I said through gritted teeth.

"Not until you let me help you, i live just a few streets away. Please." His eyes bore into mine.

"Fine." I muttered.

"Okay." He smiled before taking the lead.

"Did you know that guy?" He asked as we walked.

"No." I looked straight ahead.

"Are you always this personable?"he joked.

I gave him a fake smile.

He led me down a few blocks to a street of houses. He walked us down to the fourth one. The door was unlocked. He held the door open for me and i gingerly stepped into the house.
The walls and carpet were a dull tan color. A television was on one wall along with a bunch of gaming systems. A tan couch in front of that. A drum kit was in one corner, a rack of guitars and basses next to it.

I didn't notice the three teenage boys until one of them spoke.

A tall dark haired boy with tan skin sat up from a chair.

"Calum, guys i need your help." He called into the room. I turned to my rescuer with wide eyes.

I could get a better look at him in the light. He had blonde hair styled into a quiff and blue eyes. He was slightly tan and broad shouldered. A black ring hung from his lip.

"Whats going on man?" The Calum boy said as he trotted into the room. He stopped when he saw me. "Ashton! Michael!" He called.

Two other boys bound into the room. Both pairs of eyes widening when they saw me.

A tall boy with hair so blonde it was white spoke. "What happened?"

"She was attacked and i helped her but she needs some bandage for her head." My rescuer said.

"Why don't we take her to a hospital or the police or something?" A tall boy with sandy brown hair asked.

I looked up at my rescuer, my eyes wide with fear.

He shook his head. "No, we can take care of her. Ash go get me the first aid kit. Calum i need some sweats and a shirt from my room. Michael come with me."

They all went their separate ways. My rescuer Led me into a bathroom. He patted the counter, gesturing for me to sit there. I pushed myself up. The Michael boy followed us. He took a rag from the cabinet and ran it under warm water then handed it to me.

"Press this against your cut." He said.

I did as told and winced in pain. "Ow!"

"Its going to hurt." He smiled lightly, his green eyes crinkled. "I'll go get you some Advil." He left.

The one named Ashton came with first aid kid in hand. My rescuer took it from him. He took a alcohol pad and unwrapped the wrapper. He took my hand off my head and pressed the alcohol pad against it.

"Ow!" I winced again.

"Shh..its okay. I'm sorry." He comforted me.

The Michael kid came back with a glass of water and two pills. I downed them like a pro.

Then the Calum boy came in with clothes in hand.

"Here you take these. You can clean up." He set a towel on the counter.
They all shuffled out of the bathroom.

I locked the door after they left.

I sighed at my reflection in the mirror. My reddish-brown hair was a mess, my pale skin now smudged with dirt.
I stepped to the shower and turned it on, then stripped myself on my clothes and jumped in. I almost jumped back out the second the water hit my head but decided to push through the pain. I used a bottle of shampoo and conditioner that were on the shelf in the shower.

Once i was done i turned off the water. Stepping out into the cold air i snatched the towel, wrapping it around my body. Quickly i dried myself off and examined the clothes the Calum boy had brought for me. It was a black All Time Low t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. Well at least they had good taste in music.

I dressed and took my other clothes in my hands before exiting the bathroom.
They four teens were lounging on a sofa watching the tele. I cleared my throat and they looked up. My rescuer stood up and walked towards me.

"I'll take your clothes and wash them. You can stay the night." He said. "Unless you have any family to call?" I shook my head no before he motioned me to follow him. He led me up some stairs and to a hallway. "You'll stay in my room."

I froze in the hallway. "Not with me of course", he laughed,"I'll stay downstairs on the couch."

"I don't want to impose. I can stay on the couch." I spoke.

"No your a guest." He led me to a room with the same tan walls but a bed with a deep blue comforter was in a corner. Black curtains covered the windows. A dresser was pressed up against a wall that like the others, was covered in band posters. Clothes were on the floor and he tripped over a pair of shoes. A typical teenage room.

I giggled.

He took my clothes from me as i sat on the bed.

"If you need anything just let one of us know." He told me.

"Thanks." I responded.

"I'll let you get sleep but first, i think i should know the name of the girl that is sleeping in my room." He chuckled.

"October." I smiled lightly.

"Cool name."

"And i think i should know the name of the boy who's letting me sleep in his room." I mocked him.

He smiled again so that his white teeth showed.

"Luke."