Woodcrater ran as fast as she could, whilst zipping her jeans. Hot tears flew down her cheeks. She bit her lip and kept running. Her tears burned her cheeks and made her vision blurry, so she stopped near a small cafe and sat on a table, sobbing into her hands.
How could she let this happen? He was cute and handsome, yet saved her life not for her, but for her body. She was only fourteen, and almost sexual assaulted. Francis didn't get far, but she still felt broken and dirty inside. She let him kiss her. She allowed him to touch her and-
She felt a chill roll down her spine. If it hadn't been for that man, she wouldn't still be able to call herself a child. She almost lost her innocence-
She couldn't tell anyone. 'Hey, I kissed a guy I don't know at the park on purpose because he pulled me to the sidewalk, and before I knew it he was pulling off my pants'. Besides, no one listened to her anyway. Why would anyone care? Especially Duckie. He hated his little sister, Woodie knew it for a fact.
She had to keep this a secret.
She felt the tears come back.