I stumble out of the nightclub and into the chilly November air. After splashing back a dozen shots, I slickly made an excuse for my friends. They were getting on my nerves, and besides I have ballet at 9am tomorrow.

I glance at my phone quickly, checking the time. It’s almost 1:30 am, if I hurry and take a quick short cut past the pizzeria and through the alley, I’d be able to make the 1:40am bus.

I walk the distance towards the pizzeria, rubbing my bare arms periodically. It was not a smart choice to wear a short-sleeved crop top tonight. As I enter the alleyway, an odd feeling comes over me. Like I’m being watched.

I’m almost out of the alley when I hear a scream coming from somewhere off in the distance. I shudder, and stumble bur brush it off. This is the city after all, shits happening everywhere right now. I walk no more than 2 steps when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn quickly; scanning from left to right but the alley is empty except for me. My heartbeat quickens and I pick up my pace, running smack into his chest.

I stumble backwards, my arms flailing out in front of me trying to find anything to grab onto, to steady myself again. A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, steadying me. I look up into piercing blue eyes and gasp.

“Thank you.” I slur out, the alcohol taking over my voice.

He smiles, and chuckles. If I knew any better, I’d say his laugh was malicious. But no, it couldn't be. Could it? He looked so sweet; he wouldn't hurt me, would he?

He lets go of me and sticks out his hand. “Niall.” He says, his accent thick. His eyes are dark, icy.

I take his hand, opening my mouth to introduce myself, but he cuts me off.

“I know who you are, Summer.” He says grinning wickedly.

“Have we, have we met or something?” I choke out, fear creeping into my voice. I look around the alley, trying to find possible exit routes in case this situation turns sour.

“No.” He says firmly, taking slow steps towards me until I’m pressed up against the alley wall. I feel his breath on my neck as he leans down and whispers to me.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now Summer Palmer.” He whispers, barley audible. I turn my head, trying to escape the piercing stare of those icy blue eyes. “And now, you’re mine.” He finishes, grabbing my wrist roughly, pulling me towards the exit of the alley.

I wait until we’re right at the mouth of the alley before I ball my other hand up in a fist and slam it down onto my captor’s wrist. He pulls away in pain, his face contorting. I take this opportunity to slam my good fist into his nose. He doubles over, blood gushing through the cracks between his fingers.

He lifts his head up, “Bitch!” He spits out.

I freeze for a moment before I spin on my heel and run towards the opposite side of the alley.

I’m almost at the mouth of the alley, when I feel a hand grab my hair. I fall backwards, smacking my head on the concrete. A whimper escapes my lips; I open my mouth to scream when I’m kicked in the side.

I cry out, whimpering as I am dragged down the alley and into the trunk of a black range rover.

He leans over the trunk, his face inches away from mine. He smiles. “Are you scared?” He asks.

I nod my head, blinking back tears. My scalp is aching and so is my side. He laughs.

“Good.” He spits out, slamming the trunk closed. I scream as loud as I possibly can, banging on the trunk, kicking doing whatever I can, but it’s no use. I’m trapped, I’m going to die.

Notes

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