Page 81 of The Call She Made That He Never Answered
He'd never make it.
Despair washed over me like ice water.
"I have money," my voice shook. "It's in my phone, or I can go to the bank. Please, let me go."
"Oh, we'll take the money," Stubble-face laughed, showing yellow teeth. "But we want you too."
"Such an innocent beauty," Cap Guy roared with laughter. "Thinks we're giving her a choice."
The others laughed too. That laughter echoed in the alley, mixing with the stench of rotting garbage and urine, making me shake all over.
Stubble-face grabbed my hair.
"Look at this face," he roughly yanked my face around. His fingers were like iron clamps, twisting my jaw. My cervical vertebrae made a cracking sound, pain making me want to scream. But I clenched my teeth, not wanting them to see me cry.
"Walking around with a face like this," he said, breath reeking of alcohol, making me nauseous, "you're just asking for men to fuck you, right?"
Cap Guy grabbed my arms from behind, dragging me toward the wall. My back slammed into the rough brick, pain blacking out my vision.
"Don't fucking move," he said in my ear. "Or I'll hurt you."
His fingers were rough, nails full of grime, digging into my skin.
"She asked for it," Beer Bottle Man laughed lewdly and reached for my coat. I twisted and bit down hard on the edge of his palm. I bit with all my strength, tasting blood.
"Fuck!" He cursed and slapped me hard.
My head hit the wall, ears ringing. But I didn't stop. I used every ounce of strength I had—kicking with my feet, driving with my knees. Everything in front of me was blood-red, whether from my forehead bleeding or tears blurring my vision.
I was pregnant. My baby was still in my belly. I couldn't let them touch me.
"Is she fucking crazy?" Stubble-face said, surprised. "Doesn't she value her life?"
My fingertips touched something wet and soft. I hooked inward.
"Ahhhhh!" The man screamed desperately. "My eye! My eye!"
He let go of me, covering his face and staggering back. Blood poured between his fingers.
Then the bottle smashed into my back.
The sound of exploding glass burst in my ears. I fell to the ground, face pressed against the freezing concrete. Glass shards embedded in my palms, piercing my skin like countless needles.
Pain. Piercing pain.
I bent over, nearly vomiting. The pain drained almost all my strength. I could barely get up. My hand groped the ground, finding more glass fragments. Blood and alcohol mixed together, sticky on my hand.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?" Stubble-face roared. "Get her together!"
My fingers closed around the biggest piece of glass. Its sharp edge cut into my palm, but I didn't care. I struggled up and pressed that shard against my own throat.
"Don't come any closer!" I shouted.
They stopped.
Cap Guy spat on the ground. "Fuck, I don't believe you'd actually kill yourself."
"Try me," my voice shook, but my hand was steady. The glass point pierced my skin. I felt warm liquid trickle down my neck.
