October 27, 1966
Thursday.

I yawned, putting my guitar away backstage. Carrying my case with me, I waved at Michael as I left out the back door. The cold air hitting me like a ton of bricks. I shivered and made my way on foot back to Paul's.

For being a Thursday night, it sure seemed dead out. I could hear my footsteps as I walked down the road.

"Hey. Don't I know you?"

I jumped and turned around. His face was hidden by the shadows. I squinted my eyes. "Uh...I don't think so."

"Oh yeah. I remember you very well."

I could hear the smile in his voice. He stepped forward and I felt shivers move up my spine. It wasn't from the cold. I recognized him instantly. The burgler. His knee pressing against my stomach. How helpless I was. He got away. And now here he was. In front of me. Alone again.

I backed up a little. "I don't have any money. Please just...let me go."

"I don't want your money. I just want to finish what I started that night." He smirked.

I turned around and hurriedly made my way down the next corner. I heard his footsteps quicken. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. So I began to run. He was too fast though. Carrying a guitar and being pregnant isn't fit for a woman to be running.

I screamed as his hand moved over my mouth. Dropping my guitar with a loud thud, I squirmed and thrashed until he brought me into a dark alley and threw me to the ground, smacking my head on the concrete floor. A loud snap and I was screaming in agony as my arm twisted behind my back.

"Please!" I cried. He pressed all his weight on me, pulling the waistband of my jeans down. I cried in pain and in fear for myself. More importantly, the baby.

"Shhh. It'll all be over soon. Just let me have a little taste." He whispered in my ear. I cried and bit my lip as his fingers moved between my legs.

"Stop...please!" I sobbed. He laughed turned me around on my back. I shoved him off and crawled as fast as I could to the main sidewalk. This made him angry. He pulled me by the hair and dragged me back, smacking me across the face. My head thumping against the hard ground again, he straddled me and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. I felt dizzy. My eyesight blurred. He pulled my underwear off and moved in. I groaned and scratched the ground to get away. He was too strong.

"P..please. Someone help.." I cried helplessly. He moaned into the air as I whimpered in pain. My back getting scratched from the broken glass underneath me. I heard voices from the distance. I took this chance to use all my strength and shove the guy off me. I ignored the fact my bottom half was completely bare. I kept running, feeling liquid run down my legs. My arm in extreme agony. I bumped into the walls as I cried.

"Help me!" I screamed. My throat scratched from all the screaming. I could hear fast footsteps behind me. I fell to the ground and crawled until the voices neared.

"Hello?? Are you alright??" I heard the voices shout.

"Please..." I cried, smelling the thick blood oozing out of my nose. "Help me..." I whispered, laying on my back. I could see two dark shadows approach, kneeling over me as everying turned into darkness.

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