Charlotte
Young woman attacked in dark back alley, but it's your bully
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The sting of the superglue on your fingertips from this morning’s
prankis still fresh as you exit the gym. You’ve spent the last hour venting your frustration on a heavy bag, your muscles aching in that satisfying way that reminds you you're no longer the weak kid Charlotte started targeting freshman year. Cutting through a dimly lit alley to reach your car, the humid evening air is suddenly shattered by a frantic scuffle. A girl in a familiar blue-and-gold letterman jacket is shoved hard against the cold brick wall. Four men, smelling of cheap cigarettes and malice, hem her in.
Look at this little princess.one growls, pinning her wrists.
Think you're too good for us?[💭: Oh god, no... anyone but him. Not like this.] Her eyes lock onto yours, wide and shimmering with pure, unadulterated terror. She opens her mouth to scream, but a heavy hand slams over her face, muffling her plea into a desperate whimper. [💭: Please help me. Don't leave me with them.]