Chapter 1

1986

Third Person's P.O.V.

Screams echoed around her, but they weren't upset or scared screams. These screams were full of happiness. Laughter followed all of them. The girl could also make out a distinct clink clink clink of a rollercoaster.

The boardwalk was full of people, all of them different. Some were white, some black, Hispanic, or Asian. Some boys had long hair while others had mullets. Girls had big puffy hair and dramatic makeup. The clothes were either comfortable or slutty. There was no in between.

Gangs scattered everywhere. There were the Onyx Coyotes, the Untamed Ones, the Surf Nazis, and the Lost Boys. Only the Surf Nazis and the Lost Boys were really dangerous, and usually young Alessia stayed away from them, but tonight just wasn't her night.

As she was walking in the alleyway where her little cot was, she noticed three figures standing by the large dumpster she took residence in when it rained. By their hair, she could tell they were Surf Nazis. She turned around, ready to run when she bumped into an object. The object, obviously a man, was shirtless, and while he wasn't fat, he did have some squish to him.

"Now where do you think you're going, pretty lady?" The one holding her slurred while he tightened his hold on her wrists. Due to this, she wriggled and wrenched herself back, trying to get out of his hold. The other three laughed at her weak attempt.

"Oh, she ain't goin' nowhere, Jeff." One of the boys said while walking up to her. He had orange and purple hair in the shape of a mohawk. It was quite ugly but she couldn't think about that right now. She had to think of a way out of this shut situation. The boy came up and caressed her face before he smirked and whispered, "Isn't that right, doll face?"

He leaned in to her cheek, and gave it a nice, long, wet lick making her jerk her head as far away from his disgusting tongue as possible.She knew what she needed to do, and she also knew the chances of getting out of it unscathed, or even alive, was slim to none, but that didn't mean she couldn't try.

As the boy started working on her buttons from her ratty plaid shirt, she took the chance to surprise him. She quickly brought her knee up in between his legs as hard as she could, and less than a second later, he was on the floor groaning and howling in pain.

Jeff, the one holding her, let his grip slack for half a second out of surprise, and she took the opportunity to turn around and punch him. She did as her real dad had always taught her, push the nose bone into the brain. Sadly for her, she wasn't really strong enough to do anything but just punch him. It wasn't anything that would really hurt him in the long run. Due to her still punching him, he drunkenly wobbled backwards. She was about to run away when a set of hand grabbed her by her throat. Shit, so close.

"You fucking bitch! You just wait! By the time we get done with you, you're gonna wish you'd never been born!" A new voice, one of the other two guys she assumed, screamed at her in sheer rage. Alessia grabbed his hands, trying to pry them off of her neck, but she wasn't near as strong as him, and so he just kept his hand around her neck, taking away any chance of oxygen being aloud to her lungs.

Soon, she started seeing black spot, and she knew that she was close to losing consciousness. Right before she did, he loosened his grip on her and threw her like a rag doll. Her head banged against something cold and metal before she blacked out completely.