Chapter 40

My first chapter of 2013! happy new year everyone, I hope you had a blast! :D and HUGE news! well, I might be revealing who i am (like telling you all my name/who I am) at the end of the story! no promises, it's just something i'm lightly considering right now.

enjoy!
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I took a deep breath, trying to edge away from the large group of people staring down at me, their hungry looks burning into my eyes.




''Do whatever you want to her, honestly I couldn't care.'' Rama said, before walking away, Mohammed in tow, the sound of her high  heels stomping the ground making me shudder.




As soon as I heard the front door close, I saw the group of boys turn their attention to me, all of them with sly smirks on their face. I try to scream again, my muffled cries causing them to start hysterically laughing. The ropes around my hands stung my wrists, and I tried desperately to free myself.




The tallest one standing in the center of the couch got up and walked over to me, bending down to get a better look at me. I inched away, the reek of his breath smelling like tobacco.




''Mohammed was right, she is pretty hot.'' He said, prompting his pack of goons to start laughing again. ''But there's a little problem,'' He said, pulling his unshaven face into an expression of mock distress. ''I think she's wearing way too much clothes.'' He said in an evil tone, reaching for my leather jacket. I screamed louder, tears pouring out of my eyes. ''No, no, no!'' I tried to yell, refusing to give up. With great effort, I mustered all of the strength I had left together, and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to double over, his face turning from a smug expression to a dazed one.




He got up off the floor in a matter of seconds, pushing away his friends trying to help him up. ''You little bitch!'' He roared, his rough hand coming in contact with my cheek. I winced, crying harder. ''And I was actually going to spare you a little.'' He mockingly laughed, turning to face his friends. ''I'll take care of her, guys.'' He said, roughly picking me up from the ground and pushing me towards one of the empty rooms in the apartment. I saw the rest of the guys leave out of the apartment as well, realizing, to my horror, that it was now just me and him here. I kicked and screamed and cried out any last energy I had left. But he easily pushed me in the room, locking the door behind him.





My eyes widened as I saw him coming towards me. I begged my feet to move, but I was too horrified to move an inch. ''So you think you're pretty funny, kicking me like that?'' He shouted, shoving me into the wall.  I shrieked in agony as pain shot up my arm. He kept shoving me around a bit before he yanked my arm, pulling me close to him. ''Don't worry, I'll get you back for that.'' He smirked, ripping off the duct tape from my mouth, and cutting the ropes tying my arms with a knife he pulled out of his pocket. ''Don't bother shouting, no one lives within four floors of this apartment.'' He added, his eyes examining me like a wolf stalking it's prey.




''Please don't! just leave me alone!'' I shrieked, trying to free myself from his grasp. He darkly laughed at my struggle, throwing my bag on the floor and tugging at my leather jacket. I tried to move, but there was no energy left inside of me. I screamed and cried, when he stopped tugging on my clothes and slapped me again, my cheek now feeling raw, a white hot, scorching pain throbbing from it. ''If you make one more noise. I swear I'll kill you.'' He whispered in my ear, making my eyes widen in fear.




It dawned on me that I was helpless. No one was going to help me. No one was going to come save me. I couldn't even save myself. ''Lay down.'' He ordered, pointing to the bed behind me. I violently shook my head, crying harder. ''I said lay down!'' He barked, roughly pushing me down,. I felt my jacket slip off, and a pair of cold, hungry lips on my neck, my face.



I shut my eyes, waiting for it to be over.



*yousef.



I couldn't believe I saw her. After so long of trying to escape her. Trying to escape breaking her heart. I had even switched schools, God damn it. Why did I have to see her? I called all the guys to meet me at the car, and stalked away from the crowded carnival, my car all the way at the front of the school. When I got in my car, I lit up a cigarette, trying to get the last few minutes out of my mind.




I heard the annoying tone of my phone ringing, surprised that Amal's name lit up the screen.



''Hello?'' I said, wondering why she was calling.



''Yousef, it's Amal! You need to help Sara. I think she's been kidnapped!'' She screamed, her delicate voice filled with terror.



''What?!'' I yelled in the speaker, as I saw the Jeep's door open, Faris, Turki, and Omar climbing in. She gave me the details of the text Sara sent her, and I sped off to the back entrance, hoping I wasn't too late.




''So wait, Rama took her!?'' Faris screamed as we turned the last corner, finding no one in sight. I saw the red truck in the distance, and I followed them, careful not to be seen.


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We had been following them for about 20 minutes, and we were now driving on a few streets, probably nearing the destination. Just as I was about to follow them. Just as we were going to turn on another street, a delivery truck cut in front of me, separating the red truck from me. I screamed, realizing we were loosing them. By the time it moved, the red truck was out of sight.




We searched the near by streets, in search for a red truck. It had been 20 minutes of agonizing searching, when I finally laid my head on the steering wheel, my brain aching in defeat. ''Fuck! We lost her!'' I yelled, anger rising in my voice.




''Wait, What's that over there?'' I heard Turki say, pointing out the window. I looked up, seeing the red truck 2 blocks away, parked in front of an old building. I sped towards it, running into the building, up the steps. How were we supposed to find which apartment?



''Are you looking for someone?'' A little girl, no older then 7 asked me, her long blondish-brown hair hanging down her back, her two front teeth missing.



''Yes! Have you seen a girl here? Maybe she was with another girl?'' I said frantically, pulling out my phone, showing the little girl a picture of Sara.



''I think I saw her! She was with another girl, and a man! But her hands were tied up, and she had something grey over her mouth. She looked very sad.'' The little girl exclaimed, pointing up the stairs.



''Where did they go?'' I asked, hope growing in my heart.



''2B! There was a lot of screaming in there. Is she okay?''



''She will be, don't worry. Thank you so much!'' I quickly thanked her, sprinting to get to the apartment.



When we found the apartment, Omar kicked down the door, seeing no one in sight. ''Where's Sara?!'' I screamed, my fists clenched, my blood boiling. I raced to the back of the apartment, going through all the rooms. I got to a locked one, slamming my fists into the door. I furiously kicked and punched at it, finally causing it to bust open.



I yelled in fury as I saw this disgusting man on top of her, her clothes thrown across the floor, her bloodshot eyes wide in fear, her hands constantly trying to push him off of her. The man quickly jumped off of her in shock, turning to face me. ''Who the hell are you?!'' He roared, stalking towards me. ''Who the hell are you?!'' I retorted, my head pounding with anger.




''I don't know why you're here, but I suggest you leave. Now.'' He threatened. He shoved me towards the door, trying to provoke a fight. I shoved back, punching him in the jaw. He punched me back in the stomach, causing me to double over in excruciating pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a long piece of wood, and I grabbed it, violently swinging it towards him. After a couple of attempts, I hit him on the head, sending him crashing onto the floor, unconscious.



I dropped the piece of wood, going to the horrified Sara. She was still crying, her shirt and jacket on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her bra and jeans. I grabbed her shirt from the floor, giving it to her. She put it on, getting up and hugging me. She was shaking in fear. I noticed her face, her lip cut, scratch marks on both of her arms, most of them bleeding, her cheek, raw and as red as a tomato.




''Sara, are you okay? Did he....'' I let my sentence trail off, not sure what to say. She cried harder, burying her face in my neck. ''It's okay, don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here.'' I said to her as she pulled away.  I picked up her bag and jacket off the floor, and she slipped on her shoes. I picked her up and walked out the door. I saw Turki, Omar, and Faris standing there, their faces turned from worried to relieved as they saw Sara in my arms. She was still crying, her tears soaking my shirt. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything in the entire world, just as long as Sara was okay.




We went downstairs to the car, and I gave Faris the keys, climbing into the back seat with Sara and Omar, Her bloody arms still wrapped around my neck. There was silence the whole ride, she sounds of her quiet sobs were the only thing that filled the air.



''It's okay Sara. You're gonna be okay.'' I murmured, hoping that what I said was true.

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