Dangerous Attraction

23|High School Nightmare

𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Miguel got out of the car and stormed around to the passenger side, causing my pulse to quicken.

He forcefully flung the door open and yanked me out of the car by the arm, gripping it tightly.

"NO! NO! LET ME GO!" I screamed, trying to resist as we started walking towards nowhere!

He stopped and jerked me closer to him as he spoke in a low, menacing tone in my ear, "Shut... the fuck... up."

I sobbed uncontrollably as i couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the fear for my own safety.

Then without warning, Miguel aggressively flung me to the opposite end of the parking lot that it nearly caused me to lose my balance.

My crying was nonstop.

He then aimed the gun at me and yelled, "I REFUSE! I REFUSE TO LETCHU MAKE THE WRONG FUCKIN' DECISION, ANA! I REFUSE TO LETCHU ABANDON ME WHEN YOU'RE ALL I GOT IN THIS SHIT LIFE! SHIT, IF I GO DOWN, THEN YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN WIT ME!"

I screamed back, "SAYS THE ONE WHO CONSTANTLY MAKES THE WR--"

Abruptly cutting me off, he proceeded to shout in harsh manner, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD FUCKIN' TALK! NOW SAY SOMETHIN' ONE MORE TIME AND I SWEAR I WON'T HESITATE TO BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF, YOU FUCKIN' PUTA!"

My heart immediately sank as i heard those threatening words.

I seriously couldn't believe the fact that he was already considering the idea of wanting to kill me, which could also potentially result in killing his unborn child as well!

With my voice still carrying back to him, i boldly said, "WELL THEN, GO AHEAD! SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKIN' FACE! KILL ME LIKE YOU KILLED THAT GUY THAT NIGHT! OR NO, WAIT, THE GUY WHO USED TO FREAK ME OUT BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL!"

His expression quickly turned into a puzzled scowl. "WHAT?!"

I paused to gather myself with a deep breath before finally launching into my much-anticipated explanation.

"So, remember that night you rushed home with blood all over your hands and immediately confessed that you shot some drunk guy right on the spot?"

He rolled his eyes as i continued, "Well, newsflash! That "drunk guy" was actually my ex!"

As he processed my words, his expression suddenly changed from irritation to surprise.

"You gotta be shittin' me, right?!" He exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice as he lowered the gun. "Like, there's no fuckin' way you used to date that shabby, sloppy-ass slumdog! NO way can i imagine that!"

I sighed before thoroughly explaining, "Well, i'm sorry to break it to you, but it's the truth. And he didn't used to be like that. I was in junior high when i first met Quay... that was his name. He was a senior and the star player on his football team. I always had such a gigantic crush on him since day one. However, one day, i was having lunch on the bleachers when he suddenly approached me and offered to sit down with me. And i could recall my heart racing so fast as we started chatting, and then before i knew it, he asked me out on a date. And from that day on, we started spending every moment we could together, IN class, after class. Got to know each other on a deeper level, then decided to officially put a label on it. Until one Wednesday morning at school, i was at my locker when outta nowhere Quay showed up, grabbed my hand and led me to an empty classroom. And in that moment, my pulse quickened after he closed the door behind us. And-and before i even knew it, he pushed me against the desk and bent me over!"

Tears welled up in my eyes as the thought of my semi-traumatic experience resurfaced.

Yet, i continued, "I was so scared! He tried to rape me! And the reason for it was because i never consented to having sex with him in the first place! I was still a virgin at that time and had made a conscious decision to wait for the perfect moment, but he thought it was acceptable to try to take advantage of me! LUCKILY, i managed to fight him off and escape! But... unfortunately, that wasn't all. Since that day after i decided to avoid him at all costs, he started stalking me, watching my every move, sending me inappropriate pics, blowing my phone like crazy! He became completely obsessed with me! Although, at first, it seemed like his creepy behavior had ceased because he may have thought i was just ignoring it, which i was. But then once i got older and went off to college, i noticed Quay had been lurking around campus during the start of my freshman year, as if he had followed me there or something, which bugged me the fuck out, of course. But he eventually went away after that, like for good. That is, until i learned he had moved to Miami and that was like long before you suggested that we move here. Then of course you and your little buddies just had to come across him and end up killing him all because he said some shit that upset you."

I began to feel a bit more confident as i went on to say, "But i guess that was just his fate. Just like you're about to face yours."

The look on his face was puzzling as he questioned, "The fuck you mean by that?"

I smirked as i watched two police officers steadily moving towards him from behind, aiming their guns at him.

"DROP the gun!", one of them yelled, prompting Miguel to whip around at them in surprise.

"Drop it right now or else!", yelled the other.

Miguel cautiously placed the gun on the ground as instructed, and as soon as he did, the officers swiftly moved in his direction.

The first officer shoved the gun back in its holster before promptly restraining him with handcuffs.

"Ana, what the fuck's going on? Why am i gettin' arrested for no damn reason?!" Miguel shouted angrily, his eyes burning with fury.

I folded my arms against my chest as i frowned and replied, " 'No damn reason?!' Are you KIDDING me?! You have tons of fuckin' reasons! For instance, engaging in drug dealing and selling them to vulnerable homeless people, orchestrating robberies, physically and mentally abusing me, and of course, murder! So therefore, i made the conscious decision to turn you in, which was earlier this afternoon."

Miguel was livid! "WHAT THE FUCK, ANA?! YOUR OWN RIDE OR DIE?!"

With a straight face, i unfolded my arms and calmly stated, "See you never, Miguel."

And that was my cue to make my blissful departure.

As Miguel was being led away to the police car, i could hear him shouting and hurling derogatory insults at me and threatening to come after me once he's released and so on.

But luckily i had the strength to ignore that nonsensical asshole.

I boldly stuck a middle finger at him and simply continued on my way without looking back.

But then eventually, i stopped and decided to send for an Uber.

. . .

As i rode back to my destination, i couldn't help but smile at my own victory as i continued to reflect on my bomb-ass decision i just made tonight.

I've never felt more powerful in my life!

And i was finally free!

At last!

There's no way he could ever fuck with me now.

Not at this point, i should say.

All hope is lost for him... he MUST accept his fate.

But what he really needs to learn is that every action has its consequence.

And that's a fact.

I stepped out of the rideshare and closed the door before starting up the stairs and into the apartment building entrance.

Once i made it into the apartment, i headed straight to our room, packed all my clothes and personal things into one big bag and was out the door again.

It's time i come home.

I was leaving Miami, the dangerous lifestyle, and Miguel for good.