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Him

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I was walking home. In the rain. It hadn't rained in months. Thankfully. I tugged my hoodie up to avoid my hair getting wet and taking forever to dry. I had no idea how far it was to the bus station, the rain kept getting in my eyes every time I looked up. I bumped into some guy, tall and muscular. his cologne smelt dark and romantic. he mumbled a gruff  'sorry' then walked off without looking back. I rolled my eyes. what was I expecting?

 I managed to get to the bus stop without bumping into anyone or falling over - a first for me- the bus rolled up, late as usual. I got on, gave my money to the bus driver without saying a word and headed straight for the back. full. 2nd back row. full. the only space left was next to him. 'him' is the man who sits in the same space every day. no one sits next to him. if they do, not for long. he was middle-aged -  about 40-  hunched over his work. he had food spread out on his lap. I couldn't tell if there was more on his lap or in his beard. I coughed hoping he would get the message and move his leg. thankfully he did. I sat on the edge of my seat, as far away as possible. I sat so still for five minutes hoping it would be his stop. he didn't. there was one last stop, my stop. I was sure he didn't get off at my stop, did he? surely I would have noticed him get off at my stop?

 the bus pulled up. I stood up before the brakes stopped, desperate to get away from him. the brakes came to a sharp halt and I was jerked backwards. 'silly girl' he grumbled. I whipped my head around to see him standing looking at me. it was the first time he'd spoken. I just looked at the floor and left. I heard the shuffle of his bags behind me. I got off and practically ran down the road, anything to get away. I stopped to catch me breath - fitness is not my strong suit. I got up and walked away, confident I was safe. until I heard his shuffling and grunting. my brisk stroll quickly became a jog, then a run. I couldn't tell if he was running too - I never turned back- but I couldn't seem to make his constant grunting faint.

I turned down my road, he did not stop. I debated whether or not I should just go to Tesco or something so he wouldn't follow me home, but mam would shout at me 'worried sick'. I crossed the road just before my house and turned into the drive. out of the corner of my eye, I saw him, stop and wait on the other side, before turning down a side road.