Lorraine had kissed me. I had kissed her back. Her hands around my neck, pressing her lips against mine. After she left, I had immersed myself in marking and cleaning of the PRU. She was my boss, she'll get me fired. God what would Michael have to say about this? I may as well hand in my resignation now. Stop being stupid I think. She kissed me first. She was straight though anyway? I had been gay since a teen but kept it to myself, none of my colleagues knew, I think some of them always assumed I'd go out with Tom. I'm not one to gossip about personal life anyway, I'd rather keep it to myself.
I glanced up at the clock realising it was already gone seven. The night was setting in, it was getting dark already. I run my hands through my hair; it felt a lot better when Lorraine did it. Seriously I sound like some lovesick teenager. Quickly I unlock my phone, slightly disappointed that there isn't a message from her. I put it back into my bag; out of sight and out of mind.
Eventually leaving walking through the car park, why did I have to park my car all the way over there? It was dark and I was tired. I hoisted the books back onto my hip before unlocking my 4 by 4. The night was silent except the small clunk as I threw the pile in the back of the car.
Suddenly I was grabbed by the waist and dragged away from my car. I tried to scream but a hand was forced against my trembling lips as I was taken around the corner, behind where the bins were kept. Tape was pasted over my pale lips attempting to keep my mouth closed and I got pushed to the ground. A body pinned my own.
