Gas station.
"That guy has been staring at us since we got here."
You looked outside the window from the passenger side just three pumps down to see a tall man with a skin tight shirt revealing his built body. Raven hair that was combed forward to have some strand of bangs over his eyes. A face that framed a complex of a strong man. Eyes with raw building determination that boiled you to the blood.
It was instinct when you met his eyes. Not that you were looking to make contact but it happened. The moment you did it felt like something you regretted. As if that was what he was waiting for. To have one moment of meeting your eyes. He locked into them making you feel overwhelmed with anxiety.
Clearing out your throat you played it cool looking back down to your phone. "Yeah. He's one of those fuck boys I bet. Just waiting for his next victim or something." You talked him down like any other person. Didn't matter who or what.
When your partner got into the car you felt the passenger door open. Looking out you froze in place, meeting those same eyes from before.
"Hi there little darling." It was a smile so vivid it was like an animal before you. "I was wondering what you were doing with this poor boy. An unsettling thing to say. I want to just pick you up and have you throne in my trunk." The closer he leaned in the more you attempted to crawl back sitting your ass on your partner's lap. Even with that. Whatever this man wanted he didn't care enough to respect the situation.
"Hey, ugh. I'm calling the police." You looked at your partner just shocked out of mind. It's as if this was not his type of ordeal. And all this dude did was just chuckle in embarrassment for your partner. "Go on right ahead." He said slipping the phone out of your partner's hand before tossing it outside.
"I want to see you do something for me." This man was challenging your only date. It wasn't looking too good at all. Half of you wanted your partner to at least defend you. While the other half was trying to understand the situation the both of you were in. Seeing how nothing was happening you decided to do it yourself.
"Hey. I'm not interested in your type. Like go away or something."
The man was in shock hearing how you said those cold words. "How evil. How brutal. Just what type of woman would say such a thing. OOO. How can I recover from this abuse?" He kept ranting on like a mad man before pushing himself away from the vehicle.
Slowly wobbling over the tires as if he were shot in the chest. "I'm wounded." He said huffing for air. All you could see was him leaning his head down but nothing else. It looked like he was still acting out his wound scene. But when he looked over his shoulder to you with a devil-like smile. A blood lust in his eyes he held out a knife. Puncturing the tires of the car before walking back to the passengers seat.
"I hope you love birds, think about this. I want her. And if I don't have her with me. I will do more than just tires." You jumped in your partner's lap hearing the scrape and thought loudly of his blade piercing through the car roof. Breathing heavily your eyes reflected off the metal of the blade as if scraped back up.
"I'll be waiting for the doll." He clicked his tongue slowly walking back to his car. Hand on hip while the other held the short blade. "The cops will come right?"
Your partner asked, shoving you off so he could run to pick up his phone. As he attempted to dial the number for anyone you slowly walked out of the car with your phone in hand.
The sound of the engine turning on and the motor purring vibrated through your body making you jump up on your toes. The headlights shined onto you as you looked over your shoulder. It was that weirdo. He was waiting for you in his car, holding the steering wheel. Continuing to make his car purr as if he were calling to you.
"Come to me baby girl. I'm not making another scene for you to be with me. Just make it easy on me. I'm a tired man. But if I'm needing to make it a scene. I'll make it a scene." Taking his chances he got out of the car slamming his door shut. While you were on the phone he held no regards for your conversation as he just hoisted you over his shoulder.
