"where the hell is she?" I mumble to myself, rubbing my hands together trying to get them warm talking about my friend Jean, we were at a Michael Jackson concert, close to the front, but somehow we got separated. "ugh" I grunt, I can't believe this. I reach into my black leather jacket and pull out a cigarette. I really shouldn't have worn a short dress I thought.
As I light my cigarette, I hear a group of people, "great" I thought. It was a group of guys about my age. The guy walking in the front wearing a baseball jacket walks up "hey, what's a fine girl like you doin out here by herself?" I turn away, feeling awkward. "come with me, I'll keep you company" he started. I turned to face him "can you please leave me alone?" I managed to say quietly. "huh, fiesty, eh man?" one of the other guys laughed. "nah, she's just playin" the other guy smiled, he pushed me against the wall gently, and leaned in. I pushed him away and he pulled me back, "you ain't running from me" my heart started to beat fast and fear began to take over my body. "look man, let's go, leave her" I heard one of them say, he turned to me and grabbed my neck "I always get what I want" he started to grow angry. The fact that I was refusing him was making him frustrated. I tried pushing him off but he was too strong against me. He started kissing me while still holding my neck. Tears started to stream down my face, I began to scream but his hand quickly blocked my mouth. He started to get closer and closer, his hands feeling everywhere, I knew what was happening but I couldn't believe it. The other guys ran away, it was just me and this guy. Still trying to scream, "stop screaming!" he shouted. I felt a sharp pain across my face, he hit me, "I bet you'll stop now" he laughed, with that there was a loud bang, the door from the backstage opened. "HEYYY! GET OFF HER" I heard a familiar voice say, then the guy ran off, just like that. I felt embarrassed, I began to walk the other way from this random guy who saved me. He ran up and grabbed my arm, "are you okay?" he said full with concern, pulling my jacket up on my arms. "I'm fine" I said, sobbing. "No you aren't, come with me, I can't leave you off by yourself after what just happened" I turned to face him, it was Michael Jackson.
