Free Make Believe by Genevieve Smith

roll down my cheeks.
    Still not letting go of my hair, his hand follows down towards my skirt. I try and pull at my hands, but it’s no good, his has them gripped so tight. I cross my legs hoping to make it harder for him.
    “You like to be touched under here, don’t you? I saw you enjoying it with Elliott, everybody saw, you fucking whore.”  I try and push him off with my body but he’s too strong. Dread fills me as his hands trail under my skirt, pulling at my panties and moving them to the side. He shoves a finger really hard inside me.  I gasp as it hurts so much.
    “Yes, that’s better, you enjoy that. See, I knew you wanted it. I could tell. My dick wants you so fucking badly and from the feel of you, you want it badly too, you dirty little bitch.”
    I try to hold back my sobs.
    He starts moving it in and out, and then the next time it’s two fingers hurting me more with each thrust.
    I pull a hand free and reach up to his face and pull him down to look at me. I have one chance, I need him to believe me.
    “I’m not going anywhere, see? Release me a little so I can join in please,” I plead.
    He stares at me, not convinced, but relaxes his legs off me and lets my hair go.
    I stand and look at him. “Thank you,” I whisper. He places his mouth on mine again, still moving his fingers. It hurts so much. I kiss him back, fooling him, and just as he goes to kiss me again I bring my knee up really hard and hit him direct in the groin. He bends over grabbing my top.
    “You fucking bitch!” he screams.
    I pull away from him but he has hold of it so tight. I turn around and, with all my strength, I punch him straight in the face hitting him right on the nose -blood spurts everywhere, but it works. He lets go of my top to grab his face and I run out of the alley and straight back into the safety of the club.
    I push my way back in, but I can’t see anyone it’s so crowded. I get to the VIP area and the bouncer starts asking for my ID. I can’t think straight - my head is thumping, my breathing so rapid. I fumble around in my pockets trying to find it. I nervously glance behind me to see if I can see him coming but it’s too difficult to tell. There are too many people moving about. I finally find my ID and show him.  I scan the area for Mia but I can’t see her. I catch Elliott’s glance. Shit, not him, not now!  He starts walking towards me. I feel my head going woozy again. Breathe, Jessica, slowly- in and out, in and out. My mind is trying to take control but to no avail. I feel my head becoming heavy and my body feels so exhausted. I try and grab the bouncer but it’s no good. My legs go weak and I fall…
    “Jessica, Jessica…can you hear me?” I hear the faint words.
    I open my eyes and everything seems so blurry. I can just make out the face staring at me. It’s Elliott.
    I shut my eyes again, feeling that throbbing pain in my head.
    I open them again and can see more clearly now.
    “Thank God, you’re OK. What happened?” I can hear the anxiety in Elliott’s voice.
    “I’m not sure?” I try to sit up and notice everyone is looking at me. Oh God, how embarrassing.
    Elliott helps me to my feet and I notice Hudson straight away, standing right behind him with a huge cut on his nose. I feel my legs starting to go again. I hold onto Elliott to steady myself.
    “I think you’ve had enough, Jess. Let me take you home.” We turn and walk into the crowd passing Hudson on the way. Elliott glances up towards him.
    “Shit, Hudson, what the hell happened to you?”
    “There was this shit-faced douchebag outside hassling Jessica when she was on the phone. I interrupted and you can guess the rest - but as long as she is OK?” He glares at me.
    “Your very own hero, hey Jess? Not such a bad guy now is he?”
    I am absolutely horrified. Not only has he just sexually attacked me, he’s now asking for my gratitude.
    I go to open my mouth but all I can manage is hysterical sobbing.  I try to