I crouched down onto the wet dirt, and pulled my knees to my chest. I bit my lower lip, almost gnawing it off trying to hold back the loud yelp of pain, which increased in my private area. This was no time for making loud noises; I heard the footsteps coming closer and closer to my hiding place. The cold, dark mud felt slimy and cold under my bare skin, I was completely stripped to the bone.

I wrapped my arms around my body tightly trying to squeeze away how cold I was, but it wasn’t working. There was nothing I could do, but just sit and hoped, he thought I had gotten away. I shut my sore black eyes, and stopped breathing when I heard the footsteps walk away and fade into the darkness. I sighed in relief, as I released my self and tilted my head back and felt the cool breeze rush against my dirty, grimy face.

I waited for another 10 minutes, in case he came back and heard my crying, while stumbling through the woods. I buried my head between my knees and started sobbing quietly to myself, remembering what just happened to me, and the puddle of blood before me, that came from my private area. I was so occupied by my tears; I didn’t feel the presence before me until I heard a dry leaf crunch. I quickly snapped my head up, Panic overtook me, when I saw the big, black hiking boots come to a complete stop in front of me. My sobs came to a sudden stop, realizing that my hiding place was useless, he came back and found me, and now he was going to finish me off. I shut my eyes, and hung my head to the side, pretending to be dead, as I held my breath, and hoping he would think I was already dead.

“There you are Runaway Bria, I’ve been looking for you?” the deep, creepy voice said, sarcastically. No response came from me; I just sat silently, like I was dead.

“Poor, poor Bria, come on Bria let’s see if your really dead.” The voice said, sarcastically in a sickly sweet voice.

Suddenly I felt a cold muddy hand come to the side of my cold neck checking for my pulse, next thing I know two arms are wrapping themselves around my naked body, picking me up from the muddy earth.

“Your just unconscious, huh.” He said, as he got a better grip on me. I felt him stumble slightly beneath me, but he kept on walking, he was going to kill me no matter what.

I cried and yelped out in pain internally, I knew what was coming next. He walked with me still lying like I was lifeless in his arms for a while, until suddenly I felt his body go stiff and rigid under mine.

A loud gasp came from a woman (what sounded like), Silence boomed through the woods. You could hear no more footsteps, no more crunching leaves, and no more heavy breathing. “What are you doing with that girl?” A mans voice demanded.

My predator dropped me onto the hard earth below me, a sharp pain shot through my whole body. I yelped out loud in pain, as my eyes shot open. There standing right above me was the face of my predator, It was too dark to make the details out in his face, all I could see was the sharp angular position his nose was in, and the dark circles under each of his eyes. I saw his pale white skin, then nothing, as he ran full speed into the darkness of the woods.

“Oh my word.” A woman’s voice said, as her quickened footsteps stopped right above me.

“Sweetie are you ok?” she said, as she set the bright flashlight she had in her hand beside me. I couldn’t speak; she took in my silence, and then lifted me up gently off of the forest floor.

“Here let’s cover you up.” She said, as she shrugged out of her coat and wrapped it around my naked body.

“Is she alright?” a man’s voice asked, as he appeared next to the woman.

I couldn’t tell how old they were or anything, I just saw their figures hovering around me. “I don’t know,” the woman said, as she grabbed the huge flashlight “John, do you think you can carry her to the camp?” the woman asked, the man named John.

There voices above me seemed to muffle to a murmer in my hearing, as my eyelids suddenly felt heavy as they slowly shut. Then blackness took over, as I drifted into unconsciousness.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a young woman maybe in her late twenties or earlly thirties, her hands were massaging her temples, as she sat with her elbows on her knees on a sickly looking pink hospital couch. She had dark, wavy long mahogany hair that hung in a messy manner just below her shoulders, and a dark creamy colored skin tone to match. Her long skinny fingers ran through her hair, stopping at a few places to untangle the hair.

She looked up with her icy blue eyes to see me, "Oh, your awake! how are you feeling?" She asked, as she got up and walked to my side.

It was then, that I realized I had an Ivy stuck in me and a whole bunch of other cords and wires around me. I looked to my right and saw my heart monitor and the Iv bag, hanging from the pole. I looked at my surroundings and realized I was in a hospital room.

"Who are you?" I questioned, suspicously as I scrutinized the strangers face.

She was beautiful, I would kill for the kind of beauty she had. She had a heart shaped face, with a nice sharp, but angular nose that went perfect with her face shape. She had the perfect sized lips, icy blue eyes, and long pretty eyelashes.

"I'm Sonia, I'm the woman who found you that night in the woods." she said, smiling warmly at me.

"What happened to me? besides me being...r-raped" I said, forcing the word out.

"Well...You passed out, we took you to the emergency room, and here you are 2 days later." she explained.

"We?" I asked. "Yes, we, me and my husband John. He's not here right now, he's down at the gift shop." she said, staring me down, also.

"We couldn't contact anybody for you, because we knew nothing abou you, since you were bare. I don't even know your name yet...what is your name, by the way?"

"Bria, Bria Anderson" I answered, trying to form a smile.

"Oh, what a pretty name, I've always wanted to name my daughter that." Sonia chirped,as her smile went brighter. "Bria, where are your parents? I'm sure there very concerned where you are, right now. I know I would be." she said.

"I have no parents, my Dad died the day I was born, and my mother has recently died a year ago." I said, dwelling on my life, and feeling my expression fall. Sonia's glee expression faded also, she looked as if she felt the pain I was in at that moment, just mentioning the fact my parents were both gone.

"Don't you have any guardians? Where do you live? I'm sure I can call whoever your living with." she said.

"Oh no, that won't be necassary." I answered too quickly "Uh...I live with my...my...Aunt...my Aunt Janice." I gave her an excuse at the top of my head.

The truth was, I actually lived with no one. I ran away from my foster parents home, because of the bad condition she kept me in. I lived with 6 or 7 other orphans,we were all jammed in a 3 room house. My Foster mom used to hit me, beat me, and call me filthy names, for no reason, I and this other girl were the only ones she would do this to. The other girl finally got fed up with it, and ran away, we never heard from her again too. I decided to follow her lead, and alos ran away a couple of months later, I've been living on my own since then. I was living out of bathrooms and occasional homeless shelters the first few months, but when I got a job as a waitress down at the Ace Diner, I started staying in motels. Now here I was with absoloutly no clothes to walk out of this hospital in but this ugly polka dot gown,no money what so ever, no car, no personal belongings, and a stolen virgintiy. Could my life be any worse, than it already is, I don't think so, by this point.

"Can I have your Aunt's number, so I can call and tell her where you are, or do you want to do that?" she asked, pulling out a blackberry phone from the multi colored Dooney and Burke purse that sat on the floor.

"No!" I practically screamed, but I didn't. Sonia looked at me suspicously, then shoved her phone back in her purse. "y-you know, because I can call her later." I stuttered. "Bria, your not lying to me, are you?" Sonia asked.

"Uh...no" Sonia stood there, reading my face skepticallly trying to find something important hidden beneath my expression. We both stood there silently studying each other, until I finally broke.

I took a deep breath, "Ok I'm lying, I...I...don't have any family at all, that means no Aunt Janice." I blurted, starting to feel some tears tryng to escape. "Then where do you live? Or better yet, who do you stay with? " she asked, concerned. "I stay with no one, I live out of my suitcase in motels! I ran away from my foster home 10 months ago." I sobbed, realizing I was telling some stranger my secret.

"Shhh,baby it's going to be alright," Sonia soothed, as she wrapped her arms around me careful not touch any bruises or cuts on me. "How come you ran away, sweetie?" she asked, brushing the hair out of my face. "Beacause-" sniffle "my foster mom used to beat me-"sniffle "and I just couldn't take it anymore, please don't make me go back." I cried, clinging onto the stranger holding me in her arms, like a five year old.

Sonia just comforted me in her arms, like she was my mother, instead of some strange girl she saved in the woods from being killed after being raped. "I won't make you go, I promise. We'll figure something out for you." Sonia said.

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