Mum had text me asking where I was, I said the park just to make things less confusing. I didn't feel like going home, it felt too claustrophobic. I still hadn't checked any of the messages from Damien, every bite of my breakfast bagle swirled around with the wine if I thought about opening them. I'd missed another call from him about an hour ago. I finish the last bite and fold the wrapper into a square, then unfold it and re-fold it again. I glance up at the bus stop, the man was looking at me now...pretty intensley. I suddenly feel the urge to move and stand abruptly. I pull my hood slightly further down my face and head back the way I came. The wrapper drops from my pocket as I walk away and tumbles back a metre or so behind me. I spin to grab it and have to hide my startle at the man from the bus stop now sat on the bench I'd just left. A wave of discomfort washes over me as he catches my stare, he smiles, but not in the way a stranger should. I turn back leaving the wrapper behind. It's paper atleast.
I couldn't shift how uneasy I felt, and unlock my phone from my pocket. All of the hairs on my body stood to alert as I hear heavy footsteps not far behind me. I can feel someone following me. I walk faster, quickly turning a corner and dodging around a lamp post.
The footsteps didn't stop, I want to turn and checl but I'm too anxious he's one step behind me. I keep walking and pull my phone out, I don't even think before trying to open Damien's number but the app freezes. I smack my thumb against the text icon and it finally opens. I swing down a lane and try to walk coherently so I can text. I can still hear the footsteps. I send him a pin of my location and manage the single word 'Get' before a voice is given to the footsteps.
"Alright Sweetheart?"
I leap sideways from the man suddenly inches from me, blocking my path. He was taller than me, beer belly and stank of it.
"Hey, hey. I just wanted to see if you were ok...you looked a bit upset on that pavement. Here, want a drink?" He pulls out a bottle of vodka from inside his coat and gestures it at me.
"No..thankyou." I stutter, taking another step away.
"I'm just being friendly. What about a hug eh? Everyone needs a hug once and a while.." He lunges forward at me, I duck under his arm and run, I don't even recognise where I am. I hear him curse behind me and go for my phone again to try and call. Damien's closer to me than Mum is...I think. My thumb print doesn't work and I clumsily press buttons failing to get in. I feel tears filling my eyes as I can hear the man calling after me, I'm not fast enough. If I can just reach a public road he'd be too exposed..
"Ah!" My head is yanked backwards by my hood, pulling me viscously up against a fence. I close my eyes and scream desperatley trying to kick at him. He tells me to shut up and presses himself against me. His weight englufes me, I can smell all of the sweat and booze seeping on his tshirt. He was disgustingly warm. I try to scream again but he clamps his sweaty palm over my mouth, using his arm to push my head up so I can't breath. I sob feeling him move his other hand downwards. I struggle hysterically and manage one kick to his shin, he swore, and took his hand away from my mouth to clutch his leg.
"DAMIEN!" I screech as loudly as I can and attempt another kick. He grabs my leg, pins me back once more and punches me hard in the jaw. It rings loudly throughout my head, I can feel all this pig is doing but have no force to stop him. He forces his hand up my top and all I could do was gasp for air, unable to defend myself. I close my eyes and pray for fucking anything to happen.
Suddenly my airways open and I drop heavily to the floor. My eyes are blurry and I choke for a few moments before I realise the man isn't on me. But sprawled on the floor being repeated punched. I use my hands to pull myself further back but I bump something behind me and all I can do is scream again.
A figure approaches me and I yell desperatley as I'm picked up from the floor. He drags me down multiple roads and I don't stop the whole way. I jump visciously as I'm propped on a bench and stand ready to run.
"Stop. Stop." He's grabs my arms and pushed me back down. I force myself to open my eyes and only then do I recognise Damien's infront of me. I try to say something but suddenly my throat is raw and all I can feel is wine and bagel, I vomit...and vomit again. He pulls my in tightly despite the mess. My face floods with tears and I weep loudly.
"I've got you." I want to talk to him but all I feel is terror ringing throughout my body. Where's the man? How far are we from him? He doesn't budge for minutes until my heart rate and shaking slows down. Then he pulls back to look at me, I meet his eyes and it takes all of my strength to not cry any more than I already am. He's got such soft eyes.
"I'm so sorry Romy..." I shook my head. Nothing that's happened between me and Damien measures up to this. When I was scared I just wanted him, no questions asked.
"It's my fault. That fat shit wouldn't have gotten any where near you...I just...I saw him... and I wanted to kill him. I can't stand the thought of anything happening to you, I dont know what I'd do. I want you. Only you." I nod, I have no words right now even though I'm desperate to thank him.
He insists we have to go back to my house and call the police. I'm terrified. After all that's happened with Mum in a situation worse than this, I don't want to tell her what happened. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to acknowledge what actually would have happened if Damien hadn't been there when he was. I don't even know what happened to the guy, I don't want Damien to somehow end up on the bad side of this because he defended me.
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Fiksi RemajaRomy. She''s a girl loved by her friends, her family and especially her little brother Harry. She does what every girl should be happy to do. She has her talents and her flaws but over all shes running a pretty good day to day life. Then she gets a...