I watched the man carefully, as he chuckled lightly to himself. He was eyeing me as well, with sickening interest. He still held my wrist tightly, but I refused to move it or attempt to shake it off. Alcohol saturated the air around him, but the stench of failure was more overpowering. He was drunk, but not to the point that he was incoherent; just to the point that I had every reason to be frightened of him and his potentially rapid mood swings.
"Do you have somewhere to go?" He grinned dopily.
"Yes" I admitted, "My boyfriend's waiting"
"He won't mind waiting a little longer," The man told me, with drunken confidence. I smiled tightly, almost as tight as his unwavering grasp. He pulled on my wrist sharply, making me look at him.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Let's take a walk" He nodded, pulling me along the street.
"People will see you," I pointed out.
"Doesn't matter" He shrugged, "You won't say anything to anyone". I laughed briefly, hoping a person would indeed pass by.
"I wouldn't do it Joey" He said his voice dead, "Or else, you won't ever make it home to that boyfriend of yours"
I looked at the back of his head, as he dragged me further down the road. With every step, his grip was loosing. I knew he didn't realize this.
We reached the corner and still no one had passed by, the man looked out onto the road. His grip was extremely slack, and I snapped my wrist up. Without a second glance, I ran across the road. I had never had this much energy, or drive powering me to run as fast as I was. Fear fuelled me, as my breath turned into short desperate gasps.
I reached another corner and turned down it, having realized I simply had no clue where I was. I thought, if I could get far enough away from the man, then I would be safe. I turned into an alleyway, darting down it quickly. When I reached the gate, I took a large breath and threw myself at it. Climbing desperately, I felt a hand grab my ankle sharply. The mysterious hand pulled me down with such a force I gasped. I held onto the metal, as if it was my only lifeline. I snapped my ankle out, and heard the satisfying sound of it connecting with a face. I kept scurrying up the gate, and almost threw myself over the top. When I hit the ground, I jumped up and kept running, my feet slapping the pavement loudly.
I turned the corner, colliding with a large mass. The ground grabbed me and took my already limited breath; I looked up to see whom I had run into. A scream clasped my throat, as I saw the man bare down on me, with an animal look glinting in his cool blue eyes. He raised his hand and I closed my eyes, as his fingers clasped around my hair. He pulled me up to face him, bringing my face close to his. I worked up all the saliva I could, turning it around in my dry mouth and spat. He snarled and threw me against a wall. I felt the cool bricks, smack into me. Pain shot through me and then, there was a sense of nothingness.