I Knew You Were Waiting || George Michael║

🎼 Hidden intention, part two

When he disconnected, she began to hyperventilate. Then she heard a knock on the glass. In horror, she nearly dropped the phone and looked through the glass to see who was knocking. A young couple looked at her with concern, and Danielle held her thumb up, hoping they would leave.

A girl, who looked like sixteen, opened the door and asked:

— Ma'am, do you need any help?

—No, thanks — Danielle whispered, and the girl frowned. — My husband will be here soon.

—Maybe after all? — The girl was undeterred. — You look like someone has attacked you.

—It's okay — Danielle said, trying to stay calm. —Please go away.

—If you want — The girl closed the door, muttered something to her companion, who looked at Danielle and they backed off.

Danielle pressed the phone and purse against her chest as she waited for George. A quarter of an hour later she saw his Mercedes. She breathed a sigh of relief when the car pulled to a stop and George got out of it.

Dressed in a tracksuit, cap with a visor, and sunglasses, he opened the door of the phone booth; he took off his glasses and paled at the sight of Danielle. Then he walked over to her and grasped her arms:

— What did he do to you? Speak.

— He wanted to rape me  — she croaked and burst into tears. — He dragged me into the back and ... — She broke off, and George hugged her. — He failed, but what he did ... Fuck!

He took off his sweat jacket and threw it over her shoulders. He himself was in a t-shirt when he said:

— Let's go to the car.

He led the jittery woman to the car. When she got in, he slammed the door and sat inside. Privacy was ensured thanks to tinted windows. It took George a moment to regain his balance, then said:

— You have to report it to the police, it's a crime.

—I don't want to — Danielle looked at him in horror. —I don't want to wander around the police stations. I came back here to start all over again. I ... quit this job. I don't want to see this motherfucker in my eyes anymore.

— Be serious, be ...

— Stop it, okay? — Danielle raised her voice, and George pursed his lips. — I don't want any stress, I want to forget about it, you understand? Just forget it and move on ...

George was silent for a moment - he looked at her messy hair, the smudged makeup. After a while he said:

— Fasten your seat belt.

Danielle did so and whispered:

— Take me home, just.

She pulled the elastic off her hair and combed her hair again. She took a deep breath, and George rode in silence. When he stopped he said:

— I will not forget it.

Then he got out and closed the door, activating the internal lock. Danielle grabbed the door handle and jerked it off. In vain, she was trapped here.

She started banging her hand on the glass:

— George, what are you doing! Open it up, damn it!

But he knew what he wanted to do. He headed towards the pet store - he pushed the door open and saw Dominick writing on a notebook. He had no glasses, and when he saw George he smiled politely.

— Hi George, I'm just closing and ...

He didn't finish because George punched him on the chin. Dominick flew against the wall and George grabbed his shirt and growled: