Its almost midnight as I hear the clock ticking.

The entire room smelled of blood, sweat, dirt and pure defeat.

How can I let someone else see her like this? I clench my fists as Alizeh touches my bare chest. Her hand is shaking. I whisper "You can cry."

Her eyes are clouded with tears and I know she can't see straight. I can't even lick these tears. Cause these tears are not mine.

They are not hers. So they can never be mine.

Someone pushes me on top of her as I touch her body. It's boiling hot. Her eyes are steely but she has lost all her fight. I wish I could just drown in them and end this.

My one and only nightmare become reality.

She removes her t-shirt, left in a cotton bra. It's been a year since she started wearing bras. Only because one day, I told her she had very small boobs which is why she doesn't need it. I told her I like big boobs. The next day she started wearing a bra.

I made her wear it three months late. I could see her nipples the entire summer. I saw them in my dreams too.

Holidays were over and I couldn't let anyone see them in school. It was only for me.

Star was completely mine. I never shared her with anyone. I never let anyone share me either.

But now we had to share ourselves to these five men. One of them had touched her in a way I never had.

"Touch her breasts." Someone snickered. She squeezed her eyes shut as I touched them. They were so soft but felt like thorns under my hand. She hugged me like she was protecting me from them.

"Hurry the fuck up." Someone growled.

"Just do it Ace, please. I can't take it anymore." she said in my ear.

Someone around us moaned. They all had their dicks out.

I didn't even know what to do. I had seen porn once and my mom fuck some guy twice. But that's all. I was never interested in activities that didn't include Star or watching Star.

We removed our clothes as I shut my eyes. I put my dick inside her. She bit my shoulder in pain. But all I could see was the humiliation in our eyes.

Damaged.

Unfixable.

Tainted.

It felt like hell, like torture, like a sharp butcher's knife digging into my chest, piercing into my heart and pulling it out slowly, breaking each and every one of my ribs on its way out.

"Happy birthday, Ace" She said as the clock struck 12.

I let out a tear as someone scoffed. Star was blinded by pain. I felt her blood all over my dick.

"Go faster. I wanna cum." The old man shouted. Alizeh looked horrified. He put a gun on her head as his cum leaked all over the place.

So I did what we had to do.

Someone ran inside the room as Star pushed her nails inside my hands.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE? SHE IS COMING, HAMID. SHE WILL KILL YOU"

Hamid quickly put his dick in his pants as he pulled me up by my hair. He told us to get dressed fast.

I stared at the blood as I imprinted it in my brain. I couldn't save her.

Weak. Pathetic. Powerless.

I looked at her as she looked back at me and then puked all over Hamid's son's shoe. He kicked her face as I growled. I saw regret on his face. Too late.

My world was collapsing and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

She whimpered and passed out.

I did too.

I woke up as we heard police sirens.

"Star." I shouted at her, she didn't stir. My chest constricted.

"Star. Wake up.

"Please."

"Star."

She finally opened her eyes. A man I had never seen, came inside the room and untied us. I didn't even grace him with a look as I quickly picked up Star from the ground.

The man told us to run as he walked away in the opposite room. I told Star to go. She clutched my arm. Hard.

We were going to run when I watched her stumble. Anger rose in me and I went back inside.

Hamid was standing away from us when I saw a gun on the ground. He was shouting at someone on the phone, with his back to us. I looked back at Alizeh as flashes of her tears passed on my face.

"Ace. Let's go."

"Ace." She whispered.

I picked up the gun. Alizeh stilled.

"What is wrong with you? Ace. DON'T. "

I had only held a gun twice in my life.

My hands shivered as I aimed for his heart. Alizeh pulled my arm as I shot. Pain ricochetted back on my entire hand. I heard Hamid shout in pain.

I had shot his thigh.

I stared at him.

Listen to the chaos

Brewing in your head

This, my dirty old man

Is how your story will end

Soon.

Alizeh looked at me shocked. Horrified.

His son came rushing behind us. He punched my face.

"You bastard." He shouted as he snatched the gun from my hands. I pushed him back with all my strength. He was at least three inches taller than me.

"Isaac, look behind you." Hamid shouted.

Before he could turn, Star came behind him and stabbed his shoulder with a knife. She looked at me.

Shocked. Unmoving. Frozen.

"Let's go before someone comes." I said softly as I grabbed her hand.

We both ran out with blood on her hands, bodies and our clothes.

A police van drove towards us as a man rushed out. Star passed out in my arms.

I didn't let anyone touch her.

"Sir please cooperate. We need to check her." A lady police officer tried touching her neck.

"NO." I shouted as I clutched her closer.

"Ace" I looked at Star, her eyes were shut but she just kept murmuring my name.

They looked at us scrutinisingly, nodded their heads like I needed their approval and told us to sit inside the van.

Both our blood covered the entire seat as I made Star sit on my lap.

She breathed into my neck and said "I am not weak."

No shit, you are not.

"Shhh" I said.

And then everything went black.

I woke up in a dingy room with dim lights and searched around for Star. I saw her beside my bed, looking at the ceiling and stared at her, waiting for her to look back. She didn't.

Our parents enter the room, create a ruckus as Star blinked through it all.

We knew, we could never be the same.

I go to school for two days. Bury myself in football. Give her time to rethink.

She doesn't.

I can recognise the sound of her running away from me like it is my first language. And I had always vowed to never stop doing the chasing.

I finally pick my phone and do what I have been wanting to do the very second she left. Of course there is a tracker on her phone, in her car, on her iPad, mac and everyone fucking electronic device she could possibly own. And of course she doesn't know about it.

When I open the tracking app I realise she does. Now. Fuck.

The last signal is around our area. Shit, she switched it off. I hate how aware she is.

But that's what makes the chase so much more fun.

Millie keeps asking me where she is. I tell her she has gone for a camp from school.

She will come back.

There is no way she would jeopardise her college future over this.

She is waiting. For me.

I get a call around two hours later from Kabir telling me our guys have found her, one hour away from the city.

There is no fucking way, she can be found so easily if she didn't want herself to.

I pick up her car keys and drive.

Guys please tell me how you like it?? Any type of criticism is welcome!

Okay I have my summer vacations so I am super excited.