Kissing Santa Claus BWWM

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 AN: Short chapter, but something crazy happens.

Stacy spent Friday hanging around the house with Ebony. She sent text message to Jake telling him she would talk to him but when she was ready. He got the hint and stopped blowing up her phone. Even with him not calling she still kept her phone on silent. She wanted uninterrupted time with her daughter, and the chance to clear her mind. By Saturday she was feeling more open about the situation and ready to talk. Shen knew she had overreacted since the night at the hotel room, but she was just so scared of getting hurt. While she was ready to hear Jake's explanation and maybe work things out, she was going to make some changes this time around. Things needed to slow down. Hooking up with him so soon was a mistake and Stacy knew it. She just let herself get caught up in the physical attraction.

 When she made it to the mall, Jake was nowhere to be found. Someone else had covered his shift. She sent him a text while standing near the Santa setup.

I'm at the mall to talk to you. Where are you?

After 5 minutes of waiting for a response, Stacy gave up and decided to go back to her car. It was obvious he wasn't at the mall so even if he replied she could easily meet him somewhere else. If not they could just talk it out over the phone. She didn't like the idea of having this conversation on the phone. She wanted to be able to look him in the eyes when he explained why he had kept so many things about himself from her.

It was chilly outside but not as cold as it had been the past few weeks. The parking lot had thined out significnatly from when she arrived. Most stores in the mall were closed or closing. Her car was at the end of the parking lot because she could not find a better spot earlier. She hesitated when she saw someone standing infront of their car parked right beside hers. The man had a hooded jacket on and was smoking a cigarrette. Stacy shook off the earie feeling and walked up to her car. While she was looking for her keys a hand grabed her around her waist. The smell comming off the stranger told her exactly who this man was. The angry jerk from last week. The liqour and cologne was still just as strong as the other night. She spun around with intentions of running, but he took ahold of her arm.

"We meet again. How about me and you get in my backseat and you make up for being so rude." the stranger said pulling open his backdoor without letting his grip on stacy's arm go. She started to pull away but he was too strong. Panic and fear were starting to take over her. She took her purse with her other hand and swung at his head. Stunned, the stranger let go for a second, and thats all Stacy needed. She kneed him in the stomach and started to run while screaming help. Before she could get far, she felt a yank on her hair. Losing her balance, Stacy fell back on the pavement.

"Look what you did you black bitch" the man yelled. He started kicking Stacy while she lay on the ground. The first blow knocked the wind out of her. The pain shot through her body. All she could do was cry out and curl up in a ball. Thoughts of her daughter ran through her mind. She prayed that this wasn't going to be how she died. Murdered by some crazy in the mall parking lot. She braced herself for the next kick but nothing happened. 

AN: What do you think about Stacy getting attacked? Did you see that coming? Let me know what you are thinking. Things will be coming to and end from this point. Maybe 2-3 more parts left! Vote, Follow, and COMMENT. I love to hear what you think.