Molester
Step, step, step, step, step, step, stop, stop.
Step, step, step, step, step, step, stop, stop.
Everytime she started walking, he would walk as well and everytime she stopped, so did he. It had been a while since they left Love & Lucky (not sure how long that really was as the fear taking over her didn't let her feel time correctly). She had already changed her route home to a different one that wasn't headed anywhere she knew anymore. She figured, if Michael was capable of following her block after block from her job, it was pretty dangerous to let him know her address.
She started walking again. So far, the man had kept his distance but she couldn't let her guard down. As long as he stopped whenever she did, she would be safe.
She let a shaky sigh leave her mouth. No matter where she looked, all the shops she encountered were closed. There was no place to take refuge in nor anyone to ask for help.
Trapped in her lack of future tactic moves, she stopped. She thought for a moment but she didn't know that area of town well.
Like a bucket of water had soaked her wet that instant, she noticed something terrifying. The steps continued.
Goosebumps run all over her back. She could already see the headlines on the newspapers when they found her body in a month or so. She would be like any other victim or sexual abuse by a psychopath. He would use her and kill her or kill her and use her, who knows, the order doesn't matter.
The steps stopped so close she felt when the man behind her let a breath out. A satisfied one because he had her within his grasp. It made her tremble with such violence that her body unfroze and she took off as fast as she could.
She run, turned the corner, run for two blocks and turned and turned again, and she just wanted to lose him and for that night to end. She could hear him following her and she PRAYED he would give up or for something to help her. Please!
Turning left on the following corner, she saw a big building with light and headed straight for it. As she got closer she smiled in relief. Of course! Gas stations usually open 24hs!
She rushed in without a doubt. The doorbell sounded like she was about to tear it out with the sudden movement. She was breathing heavily and the shops sales man eyed her suspiciously.
"Sorry…" she whispered while combing her hair back with one hand. She took a look outside. Michael was looking back at her from across the street and she immediately looked away.
She bit her lip, rummaged her hair and headed for the fridges. She rapidly took a yogurt out and went up front to pay for it.
Luckily, many gas stations have room to sit and consumed what you bought. It wasn't her dreamed night, but she figured staying in a 24hs shop 'till morning was better than being raped and killed. She would stay there as long as she needed to.
She sat down at one of the eight tables in silence and opened her drinking yoghurt. She took a sip and put it down slowly. She realized she was trembling and she couldn't lift her head to look out the windows in the shop. She closed her eyes and prayed. She wasn't the kind to do that, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment.
When she opened her eyes, she got a new idea. Did she have her cel phone on her? She searched her few pockets and found it. She put it n front of her and clicked the unlock button, but nothing happened. She bit her lip. Don't tell me the damn thing chose to run out of battery now of all times.
She put a hand to her forehead squeezing it on the verge of breaking something. She looked up. Was there anybody else there? She turned around remembering the sales man and found a person sleeping on one of the tables. From his back, she could tell it was a young strong man. He leaned on the table with his arms and rested his head on top of them. She immediately spotted something pink and narrowed her eyes. No way…
She stood up and walked over to his table. After standing motionless in front of his asleep figure for a while, she sat down with him. The man moved reacting to the sound of her chair, but continued sleeping and she sighed. She didn't know what she preferred; the raping and death waiting for her outside or the face Natsu would do when he woke up to see the "whore" he had been avoiding…