He pulled up next to the curb and stopped, just like she told him to.

"I live right across the park." Marilyn said as she pointed to the house on the other side. "I can just walk there from here. My dad will be home and I think it's best for both of us if he doesn't see you."

The boy didn't say anything. He just gave a little nod and kissed her goodbye.

"Alright, bye." Marilyn jumped out of the car and started walking through the park all alone. As she was making her way home, she came across three guys she knew from around town. She slowly approached them, not knowing what they might do. One of them threw a beer bottle onto the pavement in front of her. The bottle crashed on the ground as the guys got up and surrounded Marilyn.

"Well, well, look who it is. Little miss Marilyn is gonna bone us all tonight guys." One of the guys said.

"You don't look like you need any help with that. Just do each other." Marilyn said.

"Dirty words for such a pretty mouth." Another said.

"She can say whatever she wants to me." The last one said as he took hold of Marilyn's shirt and pulled on it, ripping the back almost all the way.

Marilyn gasped and reached up to keep her shirt up. Just when she thought it was over, the boy she had met earlier came out of nowhere and attacked the three guys. Marilyn was frightened and ran the rest of the way home. She pounded on the front door and her dad opened it, standing there with a beer in hand.

"Nice." He said.

"What?" Marilyn questioned.

"What, you think you can just stay out and come back whenever you please?"

"Daddy, stop."

Her father noticed the torn shirt. "Looks like he had a little trouble getting your shirt off, huh? Maybe I should've let you wear that little whore outfit you wanted to wear so badly. He could have slid that off real easily."

"Dad, it's not what you think."

Her father drew his hand back and gave her a smack across the face. "GET IN THERE!" He shouted at her and then noticed the boy sitting in the car on the street. "Hey! Yeah, you! How was my daughter? Was she good?" The man mocked the boy.

The boy just looked down at his lap and shook his head in disapproval. The father turned around and went back into the house yelling "Hey! Get back here!"

The door slammed shut and the boy drove off.