Wicked Rose

I was just a girl who had to get out of a drunken home. I turned sixteen, I packed my bags and left, never looking back. I had a mother who married a man not my father and both were alcoholics. My name is Alice Black, and I am not here to whine about how fucked up my parents made me nor am I here to tell you that this story will entertain you. It's graphic, deals with self-harm, stalking and rape. I am telling you this not to be admired, or to get money. I am telling you this story because it happened to me and it changed my life. Maybe sharing it with the world will change a few others lives as well.

I don't know why when the flight for Helsinki Finland was called with a few empty seats, I got up and brought one ticket on sale with over half my savings and marched onto the plane without the slightest idea what I was doing. I wanted far away and Finland seemed as far as I could go. I sat on the plane and remembered something that happened to me a long time ago, before I stopped going to school.

"Miss Black," my teacher, Mr. Richard said in a tried tone. "You are my brightest student, you have an amazingly high IQ, but an active imagination is holding you back. You need to stop reading books that are only fiction, do your homework, come to school on time and I promise you straight As," I looked down at my desk, my chipped black fingernail polish reflecting the smug face of Mr. Richard.

"I try my best, I've tried many different ways to live and the one I have now is the only one that will work." He sighed, shaking his head.

"Than I have no choice but to hold you back,"

Why that memory raced through my mind I wasn't sure. Maybe the old man next to me was wearing that same cheap musk that Mr. Richard wore. I was always being told that I could be whatever I wanted from adults, but when I told them what I wanted to be they would say I couldn't, that I had to be this instead. I hated it, but most of all I hated that my teachers cared more about me than my own mother did. Once I was old enough to feed and cloth myself she abandoned me to the harsh reality of the world. I listened to music to escape the raging fights between the adults downstairs, I drew to forget the lingering touches and sour kisses from my step-father. I danced to create beauty with the burning anger inside me.

The plane landed, I existed and grabbed my only bag. I saw the city for the first time from a taxi backseat. I paid the driver way too much but it was way too cold to walk anywhere. I still wasn't sure what I was looking for, but without trying, it found me.

"You look lost," a voice from behind me, I turned around to see a very attractive pale young man. He had long dark hair and big dark eyes, dressed in mostly black. I looked at the stranger,

"I'm not, I just don't know where I want to go." The man smiled and stepped forward, I had a chill. I did not trust this man, he was not good.

"My name is Alexi, if I may, you might want to find a hotel. The sun is almost set and you never know who lurks around here at night." I had to get rid of him.

"Um, thanks, well it was nice meeting you but I should really go now." I turned around and quickly walked away. I heard him calling to me but I just kept walking. He gave me the creeps.

I did get a room at the cheapest motel I could find. The room was simple, no TV, small bathroom, but at lest it was clean, well what I could see of it anyway. I dumped my things on the bed and took my boots off, I sighed as my muscles relaxed. I laid back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. What was I doing? What would I do next?

I sat up and started to take my sweatshirt off, than my bra from under my tee-shirt. Walking over to the window I undid my jeans and worked them off, kicking them aside with my socks. I stood in front of the window and opened the curtains and looked out into the quiet street. I had that chill again and thought I saw a figure in the alley way across the street, eyes burning into me. I shut the curtains and turned my back to the window, holding my chest as my heart raced. Than there was a knock on the door. I jumped and made my way over to look through the peep hole. No one was there. I sighed and chain locked the door before opening it to look out. Bam! A hand came through the hole and had the lock unchained in a blink of an eye, the door flew open and Alexi busted in, pushing me with a great force back onto the bed.

He grinned at me as he slammed the door behind him. I slowly sat up, I glanced around looking for something to hit him with. My eyes caught a desk lamp on the nightstand to my right. Alexi stepped forward and removed his trench coat.

"Darling, you left without giving me your name, tisk, tisk very rude indeed." He shook his finger at me, I came up with a plan.

"If I tell you my name will you get the fuck out of here?" I yelled, glaring at him, my hand moved behind me. I moved back father on the bed as he stepped closer, my hand touched the nightstand, than the base of the lamp.

"No, I might not be very rough with you, but I can't let you go." He stood right in front of me, gripping the lamp as hard as I could I swung it out, aimed at his head. He stumbled backward, but didn't fall. Instead he looked at me and grimaced

"You stupid little cunt!" He came at me again, this time grabbing me wrists and pinning me to he bed under his weight. He used one hand to hold my hands down and the other to run over my body. I tired to scream but he covered my mouth with his. I bit his tongue and he slapped my cheek before shaking me.

"Stay the fuck still and I might not kill you, you whore!" He ripped my shirt, and started to undo his belt buckle. I was determed to make him kill me before I'd let him rape me.

The door flew open and the next thing I knew Alexi was being pinned to the wall by another pale man in black. He had him by the neck, his hands clawed at his attacker, but he only pushed him against the wall again.

"Leave here and never bother her again!" He threw Alexi to the floor, he held his neck as he coughed. "I said get out of here!" He kicked him and he got up, still wobbling and ran.

I couldn't believe what had just happened, the man turned towards me and I couldn't breath.

He was beautiful.