The Bet (Just The Way You Are)

The Bet *Dead End

"Didn't you know that it's dangerous for young girls to walk alone in the dark?" A creepy voice asks.

I open my mouth to scream but only choke sound comes from my mouth. I back away slowly, seizing my opponent.

And then a light blinds my eyes. I close them momentarily to minimize the pain.

"A lovely fellow you are, you aren't using your mind."

I flinch at the sound of the stranger's voice. The man looks like twenty three and has ash blonde hair and black eyes. He's tall and has muscles on his forearms.

Oh God, how can I fight this man?

He glides towards me while I just stand on my ground, my knees shaking beneath me. Suddenly, he's towering over me. That's when I whip around and run as fast as I can.

My breathing is rag and slow, as I try not to fall face first on the ground.

And then, he's on top of me. His weight knocks my head against the hard floor. For a moment, I'm blind. I see stars, even though my eyes are closed.

I hear something thumps in the floor and see the light beside me when I open my eyes. He must have dropped the flashlight when he ran after me.

I try to squirm away from his body, but he pin me flat against the ground.

"Help!" I yell.

The man puts his hand over my mouth. His hand is so big; it almost covers my whole face.

It's hard to breathe! His arms are at the top of my chest, choking me for breaths. I'm starting to fall into unconsciousness but I have to save myself.

I force my hands under him and pull his hair as far as I can, taking a few strands away.

He cries out in pain and punches me on my stomach.

That's when I black out.

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Okay, that didn't really happen. That's my surprise for you! =D *Read the A/N for the explanation.*

This is the real scene that happens after the previous chapter.

Happy Reading! :)

Chapter 25 *Dead End*

~Sophia

"Help," I shriek, as I twist around and run as fast as I can.

It's just a few steps when I trip my feet on something lying on the ground. Strong hands catch me before I fall. I slap the stranger's hand away, twist around once again, and am about to runaway when he holds my hand and pulls me towards him. I push him away as roughly as I can.

He gets off balance but he tries to straighten himself while I runaway again.

My right foot isn't working right because when I almost fell to the ground, I twist my ankle.

Sweat pours down my face as my heart wants to rip its way out of my chest. I'm not a fast runner, but I won't die without trying. I'd rather-

"Pie!"

That nickname becomes so usual to me, I stop in my tracks. But why is it Pie? There's only one-

In a matter of seconds, he's in front of me. My heart is pounding so hard, there's no doubt that he can hear it. Even though I hate him, I even swear I'll make his life miserable, in this instant, I'm so happy to see him. I've never been so glad to see him.