67 Scream

I opened the back door and sneakily closed it in order not to make any unnecessary noise that might attract their attention.

My heart was beating like a drum in my chest, blood rushing to my face and roaring in my ears.

I didn't even realize that I was shaking when I quickly tried to travel to the back gate and towards the dumpster.

My eyes swiveled around when I noticed a grey car, parked further away down the alley, had a person in it.

From my house, I never noticed the vehicle.

And when I did, it was too late.

The person in the car saw me.

He looked to be in his mid-forties and was pretty skinny when I saw him say something into his phone and open the car door.

Shit.

My heart stuttered a beat.

I could feel sweat drip down the back of my neck when my jaw clenched hard in realization.

By now, I was already halfway to the back gate when I managed to swallow down a scream and tried to quickly retreat back into the house.

But the man was a marathon runner.

He jumped over my gate like an Olympic athlete and was headed straight for me at an extremely fast pace.

Hell, I almost pissed myself when I turned and saw the other familiar male, who was stalking me in the black van, approach the side of my house.

My hands shakily dug through the bag in search of pepper spray and the key because I, stupidly, locked the door on my way out.

By now, I was trembling so much, completely stressed as I fumbled around in search of the items until something cold touches my fingers.

I found the stupid key but not the pepper spray because of my anxiety.

With a grimace, I hurriedly hiked up the porch when this stinging pain in my scalp jerked me backward.

The key fell from my grasp and chimed softly when it hit the ground.

I didn't even have the time to scream for help when a hand closed around my mouth.

The door was easily opened with the key that I dropped and I was dragged into my own house by the hair, kicking and struggling with everything I had.

In the middle of the night, there was no one to see me struggling against my attackers.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

It was a hopeless situation.

I had no one to fight off my monsters except for myself.

The tears started leaking from my eyes at the deadening realization.

It seemed as if my life had become a roller coaster ride recently.

One minute up and then the next down.

It made me an emotional wreck in the process.

The two males dragged me through the home before carelessly tossing me onto the ground.

My body made contact with the tile and I could hear a sickening thud resound.

The pain was excruciating, and the tears seeped from the corner of my eyes.

I choked back a sharp gasp of pain and made a move to roll around and get back up but it seemed as if the air had been knocked out of me.

"Did you think we are that stupid, bitch?" one of them cackled out, spitting onto my clean floors like an uncivilized mongrel.

The older and skinnier male grabbed my long hair at the ends, yanked me up slowly with every single hard tug of his hand.

I could smell his onion and garlic breath when my face was in direct line of his breathing and I couldn't turn my head away from it.

His grip was extremely tight, leading me in his direction by the hair, but I was quick to grab his hand to stop him from yanking any harder.

"Tried to pull a fast one on us, huh?" the other male said when I felt the burning pain on the side of my face.

The sound of his hand making contact with my face was loud and rang in my ears like a repetitive beat of the drums.

I stumbled back and fell onto my ass.

He smacked me.

The asshole dared to hit me!

Oh, it's on.