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trigger warning (which you've probably all just assumed by now but anyway)
warning because this chapter gets quite dark and stuff happens and yeah.... Sorry.
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I wander aimlessly around the streets, trying to find a place to stay for the night.

I've been out here for a few hours now and it's getting to the point where I'm definitely considering sleeping in the hedgerows.

Suddenly, I see a pair of hands reach out and grab me, from the alley, to my right. I struggle, to try and get out of the strong grip but to no avail.

"Hello. Danny."

Oh no. I know that voice.

"S-Sam?" I manage to stutter out.

It's one of my father's friends, who he goes and gets drunk with, on most nights.

"That's me, Danny Boy."

I cringe at the nickname. When my father uses it; I know it's going to be a hard night. I just have so many bad memories connected with it, now.

"You a bit lost for words there?" he croaks, his voice slimy, his hands gripping my collar even tighter. "Say something, you wimpy faggot!"

"I-I-" words just refuse to come out of my mouth and I'm left, stood there, a blubbering mess.

"Your dad told me all about what happened, by the way," he smiles, evilly, "so I guess you're all mine now."

I stand, stunned, but still struggling to release from his grip. "W-What?" I stammer.

"You're all mine," he repeats, smiling even wider. His hands start to travel down to my hips and slide off my jeans.

I realise what's happening and I attempt to scream out, but his hand is already covering my mouth, preventing me. I struggle, and I keep struggling, but he's so much stronger than me and, eventually, I give up.

Too tired to fight back, due to the fact that I haven't slept properly in years, I slump down and let his hands roam over me.

Tears start to to roll down my cheeks and I can do nothing to stop them.

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"Goodnight, Danny." I hear footsteps, moving away from me, out of the dirty alley.

But the alley isn't as dirty as me. I feel terrible. I was violated and my first time was taken from me in the blink of an eye.

Slumped against the bins, my eyes start to shut and I drift into a, nightmare-filled, sleep.

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whY DID I RETURN WITH THIS IM SORRY IM TIRED AND IM GOING TO GO PLEASE DON'T MURDER ME THANK YOU. THIS ISN'T VERY WELL WRITTEN EITHER BECAUSE IM V TIRED OKAY BYE.