BPOV:
"Fuck its cold!" I thought to myself, hugging my ripped, worn, holey sweatshirt closer to my body. "Its not supposed to be this cold in November!"
I continued on my path down the deserted street, continuously glimpsing over my shoulder, unable to shake the feeling that someone had been following me.
Whatever. I tried to remember when I had become so paranoid, but was unable to pinpoint an exact moment in time. I guess it just happened over time. As much as it aggravated me, my paranoia, and therefore my caution, is what had kept me alive these last 10 years.
I head what sounded like a bottle being kicked, and then rolling down the pavement. "FUCK!" I thought, beginning to scan my surroundings for somewhere to disappear. I heard footsteps behind me for the first time, closer than I thought. Whoever they were, they apparently weren't worried about staying quiet anymore.
I glimpsed the back entrance of a club out of the corner of my eye, and dashed over to it, only to find it locked. Knowing there was no other option, I started pulling on the door with all my weight and strength, holding on with both hands and leaning back as hard as I possibly could.
I heard the footsteps start to slow down, whoever it was couldn't be more than twenty feet from me now. After a few more steps they stopped, and I pulled even harder against the door.
I took a deep breath, and the smell of cheep booze, B.O., and that undeniable smell of a couple days without a shower assaulted me. I heard a deep chuckle behind me, assuring me that my pursuer was a male.
"Hey there hot stuff," he said, starting to walk towards me again. "Whatcha doin' all alone, a beautiful girl like you?"
I felt the familiar stinging in the back of my eyes and the lump in my throat starting to form, causing me to pull even harder while trying desperately to come up with a back-up plan. My vision started to get black, and I couldn't breath, desperately fighting to do something before it was too late.
"Come on there baby, I ain't gonna hurt ya…unless you want me to," he chuckled to himself at his stupid joke while he continued to walk up towards my back.
Just as I was about to give up hope and try to make a run for it, the door opened, causing me to fly backwards. I hit something hard with the back of my head, and then was shoved to the side.
"What the fuck!" I heard emanate from the doorway in the most sensual, deep, velvety voice I'd ever heard, along with a simultaneous howl of pain from behind me.
I groaned, realizing I was face down in a dirty back alley behind a nightclub with a throbbing head. Awesome.