Free grl2grl by Julie Anne Peters

shy?”
    “Eric, stop.” Nevaeh’s voice, small and far away. “You guys.”
    His hand scraped down the front of my wrap and yanked forward. The Ace Bandage budged maybe an inch. It held firm. His forehead
     touched my breastbone and he said, “There’s something down there.” His hands pressed against both my breasts. “Oh yeah. I
     see cleavage.” He inserted an index finger between me.
    “Cut it out.” I pushed him off. I kicked him and missed. “Pervert.”
    He laughed. The other two howled with laughter.
    From behind, Cut-face jerked my suit coat roughly over my shoulders and down my arms. Eric got my shirt unbuttoned and the
     other, Moby, tore it off. Cut-face found the end of the bandage and spun me around and around as he unwrapped it. I tried
     to plant my feet, slap them off, kick, elbow, resist, whatever I could do, but they just kept spinning and spinning me. The
     wrap came free.
    “Whoa,” one said. “Nice rack.”
    Another went, “Why would you want to cover up these pretty things?”
    Rough hands. Squeezing me.
    A car door shut. Nevaeh? Where are you?
    Someone pinched my nipple. I cried out. No, I thought. It isn’t me. They’re not my breasts. They’re coming off. I can’t feel
     this. I’m cool.

    Cut-face tried to kiss me, but I twisted away. Animal. Moby said, “Gross, dude. You know you’re kissing a guy.”
    “Oh yeah?” He grabbed my boobs and squeezed hard. He suctioned his lips onto mine.
    A wave of nausea swam up from my stomach and I gagged. I almost hurled in Cut-face’s mouth.
    A hand slid between my legs. “Whoa, ho. What have we here?”
    I kicked out hard, but both my wrists were clenched in vise grips. Whoever had me was strong. He bent my arms around my back.
     My shoulder cracked and I bit my lip to suppress a scream.
    “Check. It. Out.” Cut-face unzipped my pants.
    Please, I prayed. Please. Nevaeh. Anyone. Someone come to Fazoli’s to eat. Somebody come to the drive-up. One person, one
     person in this whole wide world, get hungry and want Italian.
    Cold. Biting cold on my legs. Teeth?
    Nevaeh’s voice, “What are you doing to her?”
    Eric shouting, “Nevaeh, stay out of this.”
    Don’t, Nevaeh. Don’t listen.
    Eric looking at me. Making a decision. “Let’s go.” Stepping away.
    “What?” Moby’s voice. “We’re just having a little fun here. You’re the one who said you’re bored with female shit. You’re
     the one who wanted to go cruising and find us a cheap ho. Man, you got your wish.”

    Cut-face said, “Careful what you wish for.” Nasty laugh.
    I tried to move, run, but my pants were around my ankles.
    Moby gasped. “What in the world… ? Hey, ho. Rubber dickie.”
    “Please.” My voice trembled. Please, God, I prayed into the sky. Gramps, if you’re up there.
    The duct tape ripped and a hunk of pubic hair came with it. I cried out. I couldn’t help it. “She’s bigger than you, Moby.”
     Cut-face laughed.
    Someone screamed. Was that me? Roaring, humming in my ears.
    Pressure, pulling on it. Yanking. Then the elastic snapping off my hips.
    A horn honked and the sticker bush scraped my legs. My face met concrete. A shoe on my head.
    “Hey!” Kevin’s voice. “Hey!” Louder.
    Running.
    Kevin kneeling next to me. “Eva?” His arms snaking around me, pulling me up into his chest. The smell of Therèsa’s sweet perfume.
    “Did they hurt you?” His face in my face. A car squealing away.
    I couldn’t move. Couldn’t answer. Consciousness swam to the surface, barely. Oxygenation. Breathe. Inhalate. Is that a word,
     Gramps? “Give her back,” I said. My voice sounded hollow, detached.
    Kevin bent his head. “What?”

    Conviction now. “Give her back!” On solid ground. What is this? Wet? My cheeks, my eyes.
    Kevin’s arms flexed around me and gathered me in. “Oh, Eva.”
    No. Sobbing, hiccuping. “Vince,” I spat at him. Why can’t he remember? “It’s —“
    “Vince,” he said. “I got