It wasn’t the best idea since he just toppled on top of me. The other men hooted. Thinking I was finally giving up. Me fighting back, probably just made this worse for me. I brought my knee up and landed it between his legs. He shouldn’t have straddled me. I pushed him off me. I was just making them more and more angry. I needed to get out of here before they started using force against me too.

I didn’t know what happened. I was getting up and before I knew it, I was on my back. I hit my head on the pavement pretty hard. Everything when black for a moment, and when I came too, all four of them men were surrounding me again. I was still in the street so it must not have been but a second or too. My clothes were still intake too.

“I like ‘em feisty.” The one said to the other, hitting his arm. “When you break their spirit before hand, it’s more gratifying.” They’ve done this before? I wasn’t going to get away, not this time, my luck was coming to an end. I was done. At least everyone’s last memory of me would be a good one. Except Edward.

“Hold her down.” The leader, I’d think since he was the one making all the comments and commands, told the others. I tried to stand but he was already kneeling and held me down by my shoulder. I took too long, or, this was just coming on to fast.

A man was on either side of me, taking an arm in both their hands. I struggled. Trying to get one of them to loosen their grip, I heard my jeans rip and I looked down. One was standing a little back watching, the other was between my legs with a knife. He cut my jeans at the seam on my right upper thigh. He had a knife? I was just about to give up hope when I saw head lights turn down the road. The men scattered to get out of the way of the car.

I was going to make whoever it was stop. I didn’t move, I stayed as still as possible.