"Tsk Tsk"
Thompson Lavigne, a man aged forty eight, the leader of the French Mafia; his voice echoed inside the empty bar around two in the cold mid-night.
"Petit Lapin!" He continues with calling her names while preying on her, "Come out come out wherever you are...?"
The little girl hiding behind the closet presses her palm even more strongly against her lips as soon as she hear his voice.
Idris Toussaint, a girl aged sixteen, working late and alone in the same bar, caught up in the situation, chants to heavens... "Please god... Save me."
"Are you hiding under the bed or behind the closet, fille?"
At his another voice, Idris holds her breath even more strongly, tears of helplessness and fear making her squirm.
"Mmmh..."
She was praying continuously. If only the heavens were to favour her tonight.
It wasn't a second later when the man, more than double her age, pulled open the closet and found her hiding under the clothes, curled up shaking in fear with tears wetting her cheeks.
"Gotch'ya!"
Scared, Idris lifts her hazy with tears eyelashes and begs the huge man standing right before herself, "Please... Let me go!"
Her begs were meek. The sixteen year old girl never thought that she would actually face something this horrible at such a young age.
Working the night shifts in a high end bar owned by her girlfriend's father, she was only trying to make money for her school.
Although, she was under-aged to be working in a place like this, she was still doing it only so she could make enough money for school.
With both her parents dying in a car accident and bank sealing all their properties, she was left with no family but only a brother who just made enough money so he could fund only one of the two's education.
She knew working here could be dangerous and was illegal for her age, but she didn't want her brother to quit school for her.
It has been fine working here since last seven months until tonight when fate got her to be working extra hours all alone with her only customer who turned out to have his vicious eyes on her.
"What do you want from me?!" She screamed at the man.
In response, Thompson grabbed onto her wrist strongly and pulled her out of the closet, dashing her petite frame against one of the coffee table.
"You'll know soon, what I want, fille." He spat into her ears filled with hatred.
Before Idris could think of doing something in her defence, her skirt was ripped within seconds and she heard him unzipping himself.
"No.."
Before she could move and struggle from there, a sharp pain wrecked everything for her.
"Ahhhh!'
.
.
"Ahh. Yeah. Oh. Mhh. It's been long since I've had a virgin girl under me."
"Ahh."
"Yes. Mmh. Fúck."
.
.
Within moments, she was shattered like never before.
『••✎••』
NEXT MORNING
"We are covering live from Wallflower street, this high end bar owned by none other than the Blanchett's where a sixteen year old girl, an underage was working illegally late at night and was raped last night."
The next morning, before Idris could gain back her senses the entire media and police sirens were all that she could hear.
She tried to collect herself up and look around herself to find herself inside an ambulance going through some first aid.
All she could think of was last night and the shooting pain that she felt surging through her abdomen.
"What are the authorities to say? Can they give answers to why a child working inside a bar all alone late at night was never noticed?"
The noise of the reporters talking to the cameras holding a mic in their hands continued...
"Why something like this happened? Can anyone take responsibility for that little girl?"
Hearing all that was going on outside the van and Idris knew she was in big trouble. Not only did she let down her friend, the Blanchett's bar was also going to be shut down because of her.
She immediately knew that she had to get out of here, and hence she pulled out the needles attached to her body and got up, trying to walk her way out
But as soon as she stepped out of the van, the media reporters all encircled her, showing her face live on the national television.
"This is the girl who was raped last night, Idris Toussaint, is it?" The reporters, all started questioning her inappropriately, throwing insensitive questions her way
"What happened last night? Who was the man who raped you? How many men were there? Do you know them? Tell us the entire story."
"S-story?" Idris's eyes dwelled up listening to the reporters and their questions.
Her heart ached looking at the cameras that were capturing her and showing her on the television screens, branding her as "A Raped Girl"
Her mind went blank with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Answer us Miss Idris. Who raped you? How were you raped? Where did they touch you?!" The reporters never stopped bombarding her with their questions.
Idris's mind went blank with tears rolling down her cheeks.
It was the limit that she had now and before the media people could all crush her under themselves, she pulled herself together and pushed her way through with all her might, hiding her face inside her palms, she ran away from the crowd.
『••✎••』
TOUSSAINT HOUSE
Idris enter in her home with a loud thud noise of the main door banging shut.
"Idris, you home?"
Iker Toussaint, her only elder brother in college asked her after hearing the door.
With all that Idris just went through, she had nothing to say or reply to her brother. She just went inside her room and bang the door to her room closed.
"Idris?" Worried, her brother Iker came out of the kitchen to see what was going on.
The house had only one room and dining hall with a kitchen and a very small area encircled as a bathroom.
Iker had given the only room in the house to his princess and was himself living in the dining hall on a lousy third hand couch.
Ever since their parents died, that's exactly what life has been like for the both of them. Iker would do everything that he could afford for his princess, only the fact that he couldn't afford high paid job until he graduates.
Idris didn't know to cook, neither did Iker but after his mom's death, he took over the charge and became an expert in 13 months.
Iker sighed and walked back to the kitchen, decideding to leave Idris alone for sometime.
An hour later, he was ready with the breakfast plates in his hands knocking on Idris's door.
"Breakfast is ready princess!"
But as soon as he swings open the door and see the view inside, the plates fell off of his hands, the food meeting the floor.
"IDRIS!!" Iker exclaims loudly.
His baby sister, her only family was hanging down the cealing fan with one of her mom's scarf knotted around her throat.
The only second hand television that Iker somehow managed to buy off a friend after Idris complained about not having a cellphone, played in the background.
"Idris Toussaint, the under aged girl working illegally in a bar late at night was raped on Tuesday. We have her pictures to show our viewers. She has denied to answer any of the questions."
The footage of Idris surrounded by the media reporters with mics in their hands played along.
"The police suspects the french mafia behind this as there was a shootout nearby Wallflower street that very night. But Miss Idris is still needed to identify the men who raped her."
Listening to all of this and watching his sister's face on the national television with her identity revealed and her labelled as a woman who got raped last night, Iker went frozen on his legs.
His mind went blank and he couldn't decide what to do next.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and with weak legs he walked upto his sister's body hanging down his mother's scarf and hugged her legs.
"I-"
Iker could feel a lump forming in his throat, he gulped and started again...
"I'm sorry Idris. I never thought of myself as an orphan until now. I knew you were always there with me, and with you around, how could I ever be an orphan but tonight...? After loosing you....?"
Iker stood upon the bed and pulled down the scarf, carrying Idris's body in his arms he gently made her to lie down in bed and started caressing her hairs lightly.
"I promise you, I will make that bastard pay who did this to you before I bury you!" Iker grit his jaw and clenched his fist, making a vow on his sister's dead body.
"I'll bury him in the ground before I bid farewell to you. This is a brother's promise to his sister!"
Iker said and kissed Idris's forehead, with his tears falling on her closed beautiful pair of brown eyes.
