As Brock was trying to pull me off of Amelia; I heard the security coming. Brock probably called them. So I got off my twin sister, slapped Brock in the face and started running. I ran for hours; I didn't stop for anything. I couldn't stop for anything, I just wanted everything to be over. By the time I stopped running it was almost midnight. I went into a nearby convent store and bought a water bottle. As I walked out the store I noticed a familiar car speeding my way. It was Brock and Amelia looking for me. When they saw me, they hopped out the car and started running towards me. I ran again and ended up in a park. I saw a man sitting on a bench and hurriedly ran over to him. Without his permission I straddled him and put his hands on my waist. He looked shocked and tensed for a moment before easing his body.
"Hey mister, help me out a bit okay?" I'll compensate you later." I said to him. He only gave me a nod in response. In the distance I heard Brock say, " I saw Lillith run this way, come on she couldn't have gotten far." I was trembling, not because I was scared but because I was touching a man again. I can't touch men at all. My mom remarried when I was seven to a man named Alejandro. Alejandro would rape me every time mom when on trips. I tried to tell her about it one time but she blew me off and said, "Alejandro has me, he doesn't need to rape you." Alejandro continued to rape me for the next 3 years until mom finally caught him. Even so, mom still blamed it on me. Calling me a slut and I was shamed in front of our family. I'm 23 now and I still have the inability to touch men. Until this day. The man I was straddling seemed to have noticed I was slightly trembling.
"There's no need to be scared of them little one." He said to me. He talked to me like I was a little kid. Although I understand since he looks to be 6'2 and I'm 5'6.5