At Fifteen

I had never been one to be quick to judge someone. But man, I now wish I was. Me and a bunch of friends were hanging out like we usually did. Nine o'clock was rolling around so I knew I had to head home. I said night to the rest of the guys, but this new guy that I didn't know said he'd walk me home. He looked nice, and he was nice to me thus far. We got on the bus and started home. He said he lived a few houses up from me, so we got off at bus stop a few from mine. I asked what number he lived at, he said he couldn't remember. He apparently just moved here from Toronto. So I followed him. We stopped in from of some hose.
“Well this is my stop.” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Why don't you come in?”
“I have to be home in twenty minuets, but maybe some other time.”
“No its fine. I live with another guy, he could drive you.” his smile seemed so sincere. I bought it.
“Ok, but only for a few minuets.”
He waled up to the door and stuck his key in the door.
“Hmm...must have grabbed the wrong key. Come to the back door, its always open, and theres an extra key if it is.” I followed into the pitched black back yard. “Its just over here.” he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the house.
“Umm...where are we going?” I started to walk slower. He yanked my arm hard.
“Hurry up.” his voice was low now, and I knew that I had been tricked. He was much older than he was letting on, and this wasn't his house.
“Hey. Let go!” I was getting louder. His hand collided into the side of my face, causing me to fall. He picked me up a swung me over his shoulder. I started to scream.
“PUT ME DOWN! HELP! HELP!” he pulled me down behind a shed. There was so little light, and I couldn't see where the next house was. I was searching frantically for something to fight him off with. He dug his hands into my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear.
“I'm gona tear you up.” was all he said.