I sighed, quietly creeping up the stairs into my apartment, trying not to alert the person who owns this damn place. I’m due on my rent and let’s just say that he has issues.

Dropping my bag on the dusty old couch, I turned to take my shirt off when I heard a tiny creak outside.

Creak. Woosh. Woosh.

Soft footsteps followed slowly, as if he doesn’t want to be hurt. Panicking, I grabbed my phone and locked myself into the bathroom. Sliding down the wall, I plugged my headphones in, hoping to drown the footsteps out. If I stay in here long enough, maybe he’ll leave.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The door next to me shook. Someone was pounding on my door and it looked like it was going to fall off. I curled into a ball, as if it would hold me safe and hid in the corner of the bathroom.

“I know you’re in there you slut!” The man yelled from the other side of the door. “Someone told me that you’re behind on your rent. If you can’t pay your way, then you’re going to pay my way.”

I whimpered as the tears fell down my face. The door burst open and I felt a hand grip my hair tightly, yanking me up. I let out a small shriek as he dragged me out of the bathroom and shoved me onto the floor. My scalp burned as the man started to rip my clothes off. Stop! I wanted to scream at him, but for some reason, I couldn’t.

No. No. No no no no no.

This isn’t happening. This shouldn’t be happening. I sobbed quietly as he used me. His grunts swirling around my head and entering my ears. I gripped my head, trying to force those sounds outside of my head but nothing would work. I felt something hard hit my face and realized that he hit me. That was going to leave a bruise.

“Open your eyes you fucking bitch. I want to see your face when I do this.” He lifted his hands and flicked out a knife, making my heart stop.

Please don’t kill me. I pleaded inside my head. Shutting my eyes closed, I tried thinking of something else. All those memories. Vic, Mike, Jake. An image swirled around me; it was when we were five.

“Nicki!”

I turned around and stared at Jake curiously.

“Yeah?”

I watched as Jake turn his head towards the ground, hopping around sheepishly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I uh- I…”

“Yeah?”

A blush appeared on Jake’s cheeks as he leaned towards me and gave me a quick peck on my cheek before dashing away, leaving me shocked for a second.

I’m sorry Jake. I’m so sorry for killing you, I thought to myself as the man picked up his knife once again and lunged.

Notes

This one's so sad guys. I'm so sorry. I'm putting all my emotions into it. Anyways I had to search up how to say four in spanish on google translate for this chapter lol. I don't speak much spanish as I'm from Canada and we learn french instead. :P

Song: Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Quote: "Face down in the dirt, she says, 'this doesn't hurt.'"

xx (: