TRIGGER WARNING - This Chapter Contains Rape, Please Don't Read If This Is A Trigger For You

After I assure the security guards that I will be fine, declining their offer to call someone for me I start to slowly make my way back towards the bus and when I reach the parking area at the back of the venue I hesitate, not ready to go back inside while no one else is here and I walk across and sit on a low brick wall in a darkened corner of the venue and light up a cigarette, smoking slowly in an attempt to calm myself down but it doesn't really help and by the time it's done I have a steady steam of silent tears streaming down my cheeks and soaking my shirt and all I want is to call Mikey. I sit for another few minutes, getting my breathing under control before reaching into my pocket for my phone and just as I retrieve it I hear footsteps and when I look up I see Ian in the dim lighting of a street light stumbling his way towards the bus and I freeze, praying he doesn't notice me but my phone screen lights up and catches his attention, his direction changing as he makes his way towards me, calling out a drunken "Hey," clearly not knowing who I am.

I slide off the wall as I consider making a run for it but my feet feel frozen to the spot and by the time I regain some control over myself he's too close, close enough to tell who I am in the dark and his face pulls into a foul smug smirk as he boxes me in against the wall. "Well well well" he slurs a little, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath as he leans in close to my face. "Get away from me Ian" I tell him, my voice remaining surprisingly even and Ian scoffs at me before spitting "Nah, I don't think so" at me and the next thing I know he grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me off the wall before spinning me around and his arm comes to wrap around my chest, his other coming up to clamp his hand over my mouth before I can scream and he starts guiding me further away from the bus and into the darkness. I thrash around in his arms, trying desperately to get away but Ian is much stronger than me and he tightens his arm around me, crushing the air out of my lungs and making me drop my phone as he forces me around the next corner and into the alley beside the club, the bus and parking lot completely gone from sight and I let out a low whine into Ian's hand.

Once we are a few steps into the alley Ian turns frantic and before I know it my shirt has been ripped from my body and he forces a large balled up portion into my mouth, pulling it tight around my face and tying the loose ends tight behind my head and the fabric muffles the screams I'm attempting to make as his hands roughly grab at me, grabs turning into strikes as I struggle to get away and I hear a sickening crack as his fist makes contact with my ribs yet again, pain shooting through me and I cry out into the fabric as I struggle to breathe, the fight leaving me slightly due to the intense pain and Ian uses it to his advantage as his hands tear at my pants, getting them open before he slams me face first up against the wall and tugs them off, my hands alternating between trying to push myself away from the wall and reaching back to hit at Ian but he plasters himself right against my back, forcing my now naked body against the rough brick wall and I feel it scraping my skin as the sound of his belt clinking open rings and I make one last attempt to get him off me before Ian punches me in the ribs again and I go limp, spots dancing in my vision and the pain from my ribs is overtaken by the pain coming from my ass, Ian forcing his dick inside me, only just enough lube to allow it on his dick and I feel my flesh tear and split as he fucks into me harshly, no regard for my wellbeing at all and I feel my will to fight die, all hope leaving me as my mind shuts off and I feel myself start to numb.

Ian's attack lasts for what feels like an eternity, the brick wall shredding the skin on my chest and stomach and dick as he pounds me into it over and over again before he pulls out and knocks me to the ground, pulling me to my knees and tearing the skin from them as he forces his way back into me, the slide slicker with my blood now and after a few thrusts he grabs the back of my hair and forces my face into a puddle on the ground infront of us and I don't fight anymore, praying I will just drown and this will be over but after a few long seconds I am pulled back and Ian's hands roughly knock me over onto my back, my ribs protesting the rough movement as he grabs my thighs and rips them apart, sliding his way back into me and I turn my head to the side, not wanting to look at him but Ian has other ideas and his hand roughly punches me in the jaw before forcing my head to look up at him. "You look at me you fucking bitch" he spits at me and I stare into his soulless eyes for a second before clenching my eyes shut as a last act of defiance and a second later I feel his fist collide with my face again, three quick punches hitting me before he screams "Fucking look at me" and I force my eyes back open, my whole face throbbing and Ian makes another few agonising thrusts before I feel him pulse inside me, his hips shuttering as he cums deep inside me, the whole action making me feel dirty and it's only then that I feel myself start to cry. Ian stays inside me for a few long seconds after he's done before he roughly pulls out, scrambling to his feet and I watch in silence as he pulls his pants back up, zipping them and redoing his belt before he steps up beside my head and spits on my face, calling me a worthless whore as he turns and leaves the alley, heading back towards the bus.

I lay naked and bleeding in the alley for what feels like hours, tears steaming down my cheeks and making my split cheek and lip sting and throb and I listen to the sounds of the other guys coming back to the bus, laughing and joking and clearly having no idea of what's happened or where I am and as the darkness fades out into the first signs of the new day light I force myself to move, sliding over and finding my pants which I pull back on and I slump back against the wall, the pain of everything really hitting me now and I feel my vision start to go blurry around the edges, consciousness slowly leaving me and as I allow myself to slip into sleep all I can think about is how I've been out all night and Frank hasn't come to look for me.

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