Chapter four: Making a Friend.

Sofia's pov

He crouched down to my level, his gun was now on my chest, the end of the gun touching my bare skin. He traced it down again, the feel of it sending cool shivers down my body. "I said you should strip off now. We can do this real quick before the police arrive".

He snorted and I looked at him in despair. I recall the voice so well as that of the man of last night, he kept coming over and over again. "What do you want from me?". I asked with sobs, as I turned around to look at my mother's corpse on the bed and the dead men behind me, hoping that he could see my action and spare me.

"Just comply, because there is no one here to save you. The neighborhood is deserted, no one is around.  So you better do what I asked you to, to avoid joining your mother". He took the gun off my chest and stood up on his feet, waiting for me to do what he said.

"Ok" I found myself nodding and my hands subconsciously went to the zipper of my jacket in an attempt to bring it down. I watched him from the corner of my eyes, and he was smirking as though he was watching the most interesting thing ever in his life.

"Good. You're a sex toy, already damaged from a young age, no one will love you. So you just have to give it out for free, because it's useless "  He grabbed my shoulder with his heavy arm trying to force me to the floor. I felt disgusted, but what could I do? He was right somehow. This has been going on for the past 10 years. Molested by different men. I couldn't argue anymore, I could not fight. I just let tears run down my face.

When he finally got hold of me, he pushed me to the floor and didn't mind where I felt.  He sent his hand down to my trousers, to take them off.  I tilted my head to the side seeing my mother's lifeless body, I felt so hurt. 

A new pain came into my heart, it made my chest burn, and my heart slammed violently against my chest. It's like my heart pressure increased from the way I was breathing. 

He stopped in his tracks to look at me. I guess he noticed too.

It was time for me to get up on my feed, to be strong again, if not for me, but my mother.

I need revenge, my mother needs revenge.

Revenge to bring justice to my family.  I'm not going to act like a weak fellow anymore.  "A time to say bye to my weak self".

He looked at me with a scowl on his face and before he could say a thing, I quickly grabbed the knife that he kept beside his feet on the floor and stuck it to his throat.

For a minute, I thought someone poured water on me but then I discovered it was blood oozing out from the man's throat and splashing on my face.

I didn't show any mercy or remorse. I removed the knife from his throat, causing another big hole in it.

The amount of blood coming out was enough to be donated to five or more hospitals. 

I pity whoever was going to buy it because he or she was going to be a sick bastard like him.

The cut on his throat wasn't enough for me, he had caused me more harm than what I had just done to him. 

Blinded with fury, I pushed his lifeless body to the floor, making him lie on his back.

I took the knife down to his sick cock and stabbed it multiple times with every strength in me.

"You go rot in hell baster, son of a bitch, cocķ sucker" I yelled out in anger stamping him over and over again. 

I was now all soaked in blood. 

I dangle backward, looking at the horrible side in front of me. He deserves it.

I was lost looking at the corps in front of me not until I heard the sound of sirens coming in the direction of my house. 

If I'm caught, every dead body here would be linked to me, of which, I was innocent of it all. I took fast steps to my mother's closet and picked up two of her clothes. Ignoring the sight in front of me, I jumped through her window.  It was not high up and had no protection. 

Thank goodness I made it out successfully. 

I looked at it one more time and shook my head in frustration. 

"Hey stop there!".

I almost gave up, when I heard the voice I turned around to see that it was the police. 

Always coming after the deed is done. 

 Ignoring the voice, I ran through the thorn bushes behind my house. 

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Making sure that I was out of sight, I sat down under a large tree that looked like an oak tree with broad leaves. 

It was getting dark, so I had to look for a way out. I have to leave this forest.

I changed into the clothes I collected from my mother's closet. A white oversize shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans trousers.

I am frustrated at the condition of my boots.  They were beyond damage.  If I finally get out of this God-forsaken forest, I will get a new pair of shoes. 

 Oops, my skin was bloody. I need to watch the blood on my body.  Luckily enough, I heard the babbling sound of water, the sailing of ships, and the rowdy voices of people. The sounds were quite close, which means it was not far from where I was standing. 

I looked at my bloody clothes on the ground. Shook my head and decided to let them rot in there. Those were bad memories. 

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"Alabama; Fort Morgan beach" I read on the head post that was visible a few meters from where I was standing. 

I felt goosebumps form on my body, as a result of the breeze that blew past me, blowing my hair all to the back sending sweet shivers down my body. A feeling that I have longed for. I wrapped my arms around my body as the cold hit hard on me.

"Mother!" Look at her, she is bloody".

I snapped my eyes open to a boy of about four years pointing in my direction. That's when I remembered that I intended to wash the blood of that asshole off my body. 

I gave a faint smile and he didn't even blink.  I waved it off and strode closer to the beach.

I was able to watch everything off my face.

I opened the bag that was hanging around my neck and removed my crack phone from it. Checking the time, It was 6:30 PM.  I needed to find a way out. I was not going to stay at this beach.  I needed to get a hotel room to spend the night, then figured out myself the next day.

I caught sight of a girl, dressed in just her panties and bra, with glasses on and her clothes scoop in her hand. I guess she was heading home. 

I need to get to her. To ask her about any hotels around this area. 

"Hello Ummm...could you please ex...excuse me for a moment?".

I stammered since I didn't know how people in this area greeted each other. She looked confused at first, but then she stopped to look at me." yes miss, how may I help you?".

She folded her hands across her chest with her clothes in it, examining my body. Yeah I know I was looking like a creep, but she didn't have to look at me like that. I scratch my head in confusion thinking of the right words to say, in order not to freak her out.

"Do you have any idea about hotels around here, I'm looking for a place to spend the night".

I told her fidgeting with my fingers and she looked at me blankly.

"What do you need a hotel for?".

I turned around, thinking she was talking to someone behind me, but there was no one.  I just said I needed it to spend the night and she is asking me what I need it for.

"To spend the night" I repeated and she nodded.  "The one I know is down the road and it's dark already.  Alabama is not a safe town at night ". She said, clicking some stuff on her phone.

I was used to not being safe, I have lived in danger all my life.  So I was scared of nothing. 

She looked at me again closely before noticing the clothes I was putting on. She scans my shoes before looking up at me in surprise. 

"What happened to you?" She sent her hand forward touching the scar that was on my face. I hissed in pain when she touched me.

"Oh my God, are you ok" she took my palms into hers, observing them. The abrasion I had fighting with those sick girls was still fresh in my hands. 

"It's a long story ".

I tried hiding the pain and frustration in my eyes as I looked down at my feet.

"I can be of help you if you tell me".

She blurted out.