Staircase
She was still, back against the wall, pressed as if she were nothing more than a rag doll against the brick. He was convulsing with rage, accompanied by the sheer force of her arms as she shook him, scrambling to push him as far away as she could.
"Get out of my school! Get out of my school!"
She was frantic, thinking that nobody would hear her. Or worse, they would not come to her aide. Her nails dug into his skin, her body pushing back, her fringe falling across her eyes so she could hardly see. Despite her effort, she remained where she was. He had her against the wall, and she felt a fear she had not felt since she was a teenager. Pressed against something, against her will, a man with breath smelling of cigarettes and alcohol, holding her with little care. Only force.
Not now.
Her knee flung into the air, landing squarely between his legs. Stuart grunted in pain, his grip lessening. Rachel pushed him, hardly realising what was around her. He fell backwards down the stairs, tumbling roughly. As if in slow motion. And even in her control, she felt remorse.
Long time, no see! I've been incredibly busy this summer and now, I'm on my masters! So, no rest for the wicked as they say. Now I've got myself settled, I'm hoping to pump these out again at a much more frequent rate. If I find the time, I'm also hoping to get at least one other chapter done for Dear Eddie, but that is mightily ambitious. But I've said it so now I must do it.
Hope you've all had a wonderful summer!