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Chris just couldn't take his eyes off her, even though he couldn't see her clearly. He could still see her beautiful emerald eyes, he grabbed her skirt off her then her underwear.

' Why can't I stop myself? I'm so going to regret this. ' he thought to himself.

"Please Mr, don't do this to me. I'm begging you, please don't touch me. I promise, I will leave this place and never come back." Jane pleaded in tears.

"I'm begging you not to do this, I'm only waiting for my friend. She went to get medicine," Jane cried and begged but, the man wouldn't budge. He kept pulling her underwear. 

"Just hold still, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to cooperate, I won't take long." he couldn't hold it anymore, he needed to be inside her and he can't wait any longer.

He continued without paying attention to the girl beneath him crying. And begging to let her go.

"Are you a virgin?" Chris asked her, she didn't answer him. He asked again, this time anger evident in his voice.

"I said are you a virgin?" he asked her again.

"Yes," Jane replied him. He suddenly felt like killing himself, he was going to sleep with a virgin girl. But then it was too late.

"Hey I'm sorry okay, I didn't mean to do that. Please forgive me, please forgive me." Chris stammered at his own words, and began crying as well. 

Chris cannot believe what he had done, he allowed lust, his own anger, and frustration to hurt an innocent girl. He just took her innocence for God sake.

"Get away from me you monster, just go away." Jane screamed at him, as angry tears flowed from her eyes.

Chris stood to his feet, and ran towards his car. He needs to leave this place now, he can't be found here like this. He will definitely be done for, he got inside his car and zoomed off.

Mrs Whitney delivers milk to town, it was the only available job she could find around ever since she lost her husband. 

She has no child of her own, and the job was enough to feed her. The rich pay well for groceries, and they even give tips. She goes through the alley every morning, it was the fastest route to town.

She lives in a secluded area downtown, the house was owned by her late husband. She goes about humming her favourite song, when she stumbled upon something.

She looked well, and found out it was a girl in blood. And she was unconscious or, is she dead? Mrs Whitney thought. She bends over to try to carry the girl but, she couldn't.

"What would a young girl like this be doing in alley 7 :30 in the morning? And covered in blood, I better get help." Mrs Whitney muttered to herself.

Mrs Whitney was able to get some good people to help carry Jane to the hospital,they rushed her to the ward and waited for the doctor's report. 

"Who brought the patient in just now?" the doctor asked.

"We did, I did." Mrs Whitney said.

"Please see me in my office," the doctor said.

"Okay," Mrs Whitney said and followed the doctor to his office.

"Please sit down," the doctor said.

"Thank you doctor," Mrs Whitney simply said.

"What's your relationship with the patient?" he asked her.

"We have no relationship sir, I saw in the alley this morning when I was going to my job. She laid there unconscious, and covered in blood. So I had to help, and bring her here."

"Well that's good of you," the doctor said.

"What happened to her?" Mrs Whitney asked the doctor.

"She was raped, and she also has a wound on her foot. And it has been infected." the doctor explained to her briefly.

Mrs Whitney covered her mouth and a tear fell at the corner of her eyes. 

"What!! Who could have done that to her? She's just a little girl," Mrs Whitney questioned.

"She has been admitted, and will be placed under observation for next two days. I'm sure she will be fine, you don't have to worry." the doctor assured her.

"Alright thank you very much doctor, can I go and see her?" Mrs Whitney asked.

 "Yes you can but, be very careful not to disturb her. She needs maximum rest." 

It wasn't until midnight, before Jane woke up. She felt pain all over her body, and her head was throbbing.

She tried to move her hand, and felt someone's hand by her side.

"Hello ma'am," she called out to Mrs Whitney. 

"Hello dear you are awake, how are you feeling now?" Mrs Whitney asked her.

"Who are you?" Jane asked her.

"I'm Mrs Whitney, I brought you here early this morning. You were badly injured and unconscious, so I had to bring you in."

"Oh," that was all Jane could say, then the event of yesterday came rushing back to her memory. And she started crying.

"That monster he he he took me by force, even though I had begged and pleaded with him. He defiled me," 

"Shoo don't cry, it's okay it's all alright. I'm here now, don't worry." Mrs Whitney pulled her into her embrace, she might not have children of her own.

But she can't stand children crying or sad especially not this girl, she had taken a personal liking to her.

That's why she hadn't gone to work all day, and stayed with her. And now that's she awake, she can't bear to see her hurt. 

"It's okay dear, don't worry okay? Stop crying now" Mrs Whitney said. And after several hours of pacifying her, Jane finally fell asleep.