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I was waiting on my bus. Which would come in 14 minutes, if it came. The bus schedule said it might come. After a while it came. Amazing isn't it. I walked on the bus and sat there. The bus was going to leave in a couple of minutes. A guy walked into the bus. Wait not a guy a man. He was quite old. The bus chauffeur started talking to him. They seemed to know each other. I heard them say something about the bus not working. The man came up to me and started talking. He told that the bus didn't work and that we would change bus. I answered him with okay, more of a "K" to be honest. We walked of the bus and out in the cold air. I thought that I should run. I could just escape and not get killed. It was all so funny to me. Why? You might ask. Well because I usually have a pocketknife with me but I had switched jackets before and left my knife in the pocket. The new bus stood there and was waiting for us to get on it. The man kept talking to me. He asked me what my name was and I told him the truth. "Rebecka" I said quite stupidly. He told me his name but I didn't really care to listen so we will just call him "Alle". Alle asked so many questions about my life. I lied about most of my answers. I didn't care if he knew I was a bookworm instead of a sporty person. Maybe I should have lied about that too but at the time it seemed as such an innocent question. He asked me if I were in town often. I lied and said I didn't live there. Which I don't but I am there a lot. At least once a week and I hope on god that I will never meet him again. Alle asked me if I wanted to go out and take a beer with him. I politely declined with "I am not allowed to drink. I am only 16". He looked shocked by the fact that I was so young. I don't remember much, except that he asked me where I went to school and I lied again. He told me that I was pretty and I said thank you. Alle was not scary in the fact that he is so huge and strong because he wasn't but he was the scary type that you don't want to follow you home. I would have liked it if he backed off at this point. That he stopped asking me questions. I hated it and I had been on the bus with him for about 15 minutes. He asked me again if I wanted to come with him and drink even though he knew my answer and my age. I told him I was meeting some friends. Which I wasn't going to but I didn't want him to think I went home.

The bus was finally at my stop and I just dashed. I ran so fast that I couldn't get air in my lungs. It felt like I wasn't breathing in oxygen. I looked around to see if I could see him. Although I knew he was still sitting on the bus. The fear and anger made me shake. I usually don't but I was so afraid. I didn't want to die or get raped. My flat was about 4 minutes away but I am pretty sure I got there in 2. When I got in my room I sat down. I did not cry. I was still shaking and I breathed heavily. The weird thing is that somehow I feel asleep and I didn't have a nightmare.

Hi, you have just read my story. I hope you like it and if you have ever been trough anything like this you can always talk to me.