I know it's short again, but i just can't seem to churn out anything longer! I'm sorry it's taken so long for this to go up. Love you all.
Oh, and Jordan isn't going to get kidnapped. While i do like the idea, I'm struggling with this story already. Sorry peeps!
Head spinning, ears ringing and eyes fighting to stay from closing, Jordan did what any self-respecting drunkard would do. She stumbled back down the stairs, for the second time that night, and empty bottle of Jacks in hand muttered threats to any would-be attackers. Fumbling in her pockets for her keys, Jordan spat out another curse when they fell to the floor beside the driver's side door of the el Camino.
Leaning down to fetch them from where they lay, the blood rushed her ears and she missed the sound of glass crunching underfoot as someone approached from behind her.
"Those pesky keys. So difficult to pick up ain't they?" Jordan gasped at the sound of a deep, raspy voice. Without turning, she shocked her brain back into some vague semblance of sobriety.
"Leave me alone. I'm a medical examiner with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Trust me buddy, mess with me and there'll be big trouble."
"A doctor hey. A little girly like you? Damn. The pretty ones all seem to have smarts now."
"I have a gun." Okay, so that last part had been a lie. But surely it was worth a shot?
"Really? And where would that be?" A rough hand rested on her high. "I sure am interested to find out where you keep it, doc."
"Stop it. Now. Please." What had initially started as a command ended with a plea. Through her drunken haze, Jordan felt herself start to tremble, the heat of the stranger's body sickening her.
"But why baby, the party's just getting started." His hand drifted from her hip to her ribs, and she felt his fingers bruising the side of her body. His free hand found the back of her neck and squeezed, causing her shoulders to rise and her body to react involuntarily.
It was official. She was now terrified. So Jordan lurched her body forward violently, as if she was about to vomit, grabbed her keys from the ground and swung her body up, flinging her arm wide and using her keys to slash across her attacker's eyes.
"SHIT!" The man screamed, slapping one hand over his eyes in pain, and making a grab for her arm with the other. "You little bitch! You're gonna pay for that so bad."
RUN! The voice in her head screamed. Run, Jordan. Go. Now. Woody's apartment. But the voice fell into oblivion and Jordan sank against the side of her car in terror, watching like a child as the tall, solid man stumbled towards her. It was only a strangled cry that reminded her this was reality. The foreign-sounding whimper in her throat kicked her brain back into action and Jordan found herself doing one of the few things she excelled at. She stood and quickly moved to a nearby street tree and called back to her blinded assailant.
"What's wrong brainiac? Can't catch the little girl?" If the situation hadn't been so dire, Jordan would have smirked at the look on his face. Rage barged across his features and spittle flew from his lips as he snarled at her, still blind, flinging punches at the empty space between them.
"You've got a smart mouth, doc. You better watch yourself and what you say to me. It's quite simple see, nature made me bigger, so I'm thinking that'd make me the boss." He was still lumbering in the same direction as Jordan ducked around him and stuck her keys in the lock, flinging her aching body into her wreck of a car. Without even thinking, Jordan pushed her key into the ignition and sped off into the dark safety of the night. It was only on autopilot that she wound up home, ripping her clothes off as soon as she was through her doorway and standing under the shower until the water ran cold, trying desperately to stop the burning sensation from her attacker's touch.