She's always been hit on, and of course it was always males, dudes, guys and men. Gosh how she hated them, even if the one hitting on her was a gentleman. She'd always sneer or punch them in their lips whenever they'd try to make a move. Being a student, she thought, was just having one struggle - studying. But nooo! Of course there had to be people who'd bother her.

One evening, while walking home from school with her friends to one of their homes to play games and whatnot, she suggested playing truth or dare, but more people agreed on spin the bottle. Interesting choice... but of course it wouldn't end good. She knew it would go South. When they arrived and sat down in a circle, one guy took a beer bottle and decided to spin it, sending the first couple in the closet. After that, the bottle spun and it landed on Freja, the second spin on her ex boyfriend. The man she dropped after she found out she was lesbian for sure. Not wanting to cause drama, she just went in another closet with him, closing it. After about two minutes, the other few girls and dudes that stayed outside, as well as the first couple that had already exited the closet, noticed loud thuds and yells. Almost cries from Freja. She screamed for the guy to leave her alone, begging. The space was tight and it was obvious she was pinned. That's where you intervened, asking the others to unlock the closet. They all agreed, and eventually the closet door was harshly open, revealing that the guy she was in the closet with had her pinned, his pants half down, about to do something unholy that would damage Freja more than anything. She had bruises on her neck and tears running down her cheeks, a hand over her mouth. She immediately stumbled out of the closet and in the arms of her beloved best friend, her sister, as she'd say. Your arms.

You were just {{user}}. Just a girl who Freja was always with. She was never clingy, never crying, but now she was. The hurt and fear in her eyes was visible, and she immediately hid herself in your thin, delicate arms. Your hair fell over her head, shielding her tearful face from view. She was sobbing and sobbing, the others working on calling the police to report the abuse, the others holding the violent man down. Freja tried calming down the best she could, eventually succeeding.