Rain.

Chapter 2.

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His enormous hand slipped into my small one, holding it tightly. He walked on the sidewalk, pulling me with him. I followed without asking questions. The adrenaline I had in the little dark alley was all gone now, and I didn't had enought strenght to fight with this man. My vision was blurred, my hands were wet of cold sweat and my legs were shaking. He entered in a little restaurant -well, more like a bar- and I followed him. Inside, it was almost as dark as outside. A few lamps were lighting the room, but that was barely enought for me to see correctly around me. The man I was with didnt seems to have difficulties to see, because he walked trought the creepy place without slowling down. He walked to a little table, in a dark corner of the bar, and he asked me with a move of his head to sit down. I did so, sitting shyly on the chair.

I was feeling sick and tired. The same feeling you have you you have just cried. So tired I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to get back some energy. I was still shaking, but not as much as before. It was so intense, it felt unreal. Maybe I just imagined all of this. I always had a lot of imagination, maybe I felt asleep and had a really realistic dream. I shook my head. No, this is stupid. I opened my eyes again.

I looked at the room I was in, insecured. There was a lot of smoke in the air, making it difficult for me to breath normally. There was a few men in the bar, drinking beer and talking around a pool table. Some of them had a stick in their hands, playing pool. They all had the same look : dirty beards, leather coats and big bellies. And they were all older then me. Even the man I was with wasnt really fitting in the place ; he was way too yound to hang out with these guys. They all looked like old motorcyclists,the type of guys who are normally involved in drug trafic and criminal fights. I gulped with difficulties. The man I was with slightly cought, catching my attention.

''Stay here, I'm coming back with drinks'' He said.

I nodded, not abble to do anything else, and he left me alone. I looked at my hands, that were laying on my knees. What the bloody hell was I doing here ? This was getting even weirder. First, I got attacked by two drunken guys in a dark alley, in the middle of the night. Then, this guy come from nowhere, saves me and take me here. He was acting almost like if he knew me ; but I didnt knew him at all. His face wasn't ringning me a bell. I started to get really nervous. Why have I followed him here ? This wasn't a good place to hang out at. This place was dangerous. And maybe this man was dangerous, too. I didn't knew him, he could be a criminal, or something like that.

In a moment of panic, I got up of the chair I was sitting on and I directly walked to the exit. I had to leave. Now. But, before I had done four steps, I felt a hand taking hold of my forearm. I screamed, scared, and tried to escape the gripped of the man, but he was stronger and turn me around to face him. It was him. The man that saved me. He had two drinks in one hand, the other one holding me.

''Where do you think you're going?'' he asked.

I stopped. He sounded angry. He had probably notice that I was scared, because his features almost automaticly soften and something that looked like a smile appeared on his plumb lips.

''I just don't want you to go outside. You're safe here'' he said in a softer tone.

''I... I don't think so.'' I replied. My voice sounded so weak.

He looked around us and nodded.

''Yes. You should stay. Just a few minutes. These guys are probably searching for you right now.''

I gulped. Goosebumps appeared on my arms.

''It... It's just so... unreal. I want to go home.''

''And you will. Just wait a few minutes.'' he said. ''Now, go back to your chair''