Stolen Heart

I looked over at my clock. Three a.m, I slowly got out of bed, being as quite as possible I began stuffing everything I would need in a bag, and slipping on warm clothes. Leaving my school work. In eight days I would be eighteen and could get my own place, when that happened I would come back and get my stuff. Taking a deep breathe I took one last look at my old run down room before dropping my bag out the window and crawling out behind it.
If you've never been alone on the streets of New York when it's dark out count yourself lucky. It was late enough that all the normal people were gone, but early enough that all the drunk party people and gang members were all over the place. I kept in the light holding my bag close to my chest, walking quickly. All I needed to do was find a cheap place to stay at night, then I could go to work during the day, and by Saturday I could get my own place. I've been putting in as much money as possible into a savings account since I got my first job on my sixteenth birthday, by now I had enough to put down my first parent on a apartment, and could scrape by with my two paychecks. That's all I needed as I was on full schoolership at my college.
"Hello darling." I froze as three men came out of an ally next to me, I could smell the alcohol from my place ten feet away from them.
Crap.
I turned to run, but one of them grabbed my arm.
"Now come on, we.just want to have a little fun with you is all." The third one pushed me down, and slammed my forehead into the concrete. The last thing i saw before blacking out were five spares of boots.

~Ashley's

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