The hair on my arms was rising, making my heart throb against my rib. I bit my lower lip and recited a little prayer in my head. It was already twelve in the midnight; the street was dark and almost empty. My battery was dead and there was no phone booth in the road.
I stood there for almost half an hour when suddenly, a black motorcycle came to a halt right in front of me. My heartbeat accelerated; I shoved a pen from my purse, and poised it in my hand on defense. A young man pulled the helmet off his head and jumped off the bike. I couldn't see his face clearly; all I recognized was a line of scar on his widow's peak. He flapped his hair and took a step closer. I cringed.
"Hey, don't be scared." He said with a concerned tone.
"Don't even try come near me. I'll the c-cops." My voice stuttered. I couldn't avoid my body from trembling.
He smirked. "Come on, this place is unsafe."
"I'm not secured with you, asshole!" I moaned.
He shrugged and put his right hand on his waist. "Then, I guess I really should leave..." he hopped into the bike and revved the engine. Then, he dashed away with a screeching sound...
I checked my phone again, trying to bring it back to life when someone grabbed my shoulders.
"Hey, get off me!!!" I yelled.
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly.
"You smell like a fresh... hmm..." He inhaled in my neck that I could almost feel his mouth against my cold skin.
Tears started streaming down my face.
"Somebody help me, pleaaaaseeee." I bellowed but my throat felt drained that my scream was roughly unhelpful.
I just closed my eyes, feeling hopeless when someone tugged the bad guy from behind us, punched his face and yanked his collar up.
"Ladies are not treated this way." His voice was a little husky. A sight of relief flashed through me. My knight in shining armor... I thought. Wow. What a good description of him. My world suddenly stopped for a while, and a picture of a prince riding his horse popped into my mind. I shouldn't be in fancy right now but I couldn't help it. Why was I acting like a grade four?
He grasped my hand, and I allowed my own shoes to go scurrying with him. We ran to the bakeshop across the Bus Station and swerved to the left, and curved right. We stopped in front the boundary of the school from a slum area where he'd parked his bike.
I gasped for air and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
He handed me a handkerchief. "Hey, get this."
I took it from his hand and rubbed against my cheeks. "Tt-thank you." I faltered.
"Let's get out of here."
"Wait. Who are you?"
He pulled off his cap, put his shades down his nose and winked at me. My jaw fell open with surprise.
"Oh." was all I could say. He even tried to convince me to get in his bike before that incident happened. I didn't consider his words earlier and now I felt remorseful. But why was he doing this? Why was he acting like my guardian??? Why???
He tossed the helmet to me and I slid it down my head; the smell of his perfume hung thick in there. He climbed on the bike and I followed, sitting at his back.
"Are you ready to take off?" he mocked.
He kicked the engine to life and set in motion- we were racing... my chest was hammering and my hair was flapping all around... I clutched on his t-shirt and tilted my head against his right shoulder. I closed my eyes and several thoughts crossed my mind.
