Chapter 7

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"What's a pretty little thang like you, doing out here all alone so late at night?" he says while walking closer to me. He has messy brown hair, and he smells badly of alcohol and cigarettes.

I back away, but only to trip on a rock and fall. He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet causing me to drop my bag full of items. "How about you come with me.  I'll take you back to my crib. Maybe we could do something worthwhile." he smirks.

I try to shake him offhand back away but he has me in a strong grip. "Um…
n-no thanks." I say with nervousness in my voice. He then pulls out a switchblade and pushes me up against the wall.

He's holding me by the neck, his hand wrapped around my throat. Making it difficult for me to breathe. He is holding the switchblade near my ear.

"Now,  you will come with me. And you will not disobey. Because if you do I will stab you and leave you here to die." he starts to tighten his grip.

I try to resist and pull away as much as I can. But he just won't budge. "Ha! What's the point of resisting if you know it's useless?"

His breathe reeks of alcohol so I try to turn my head as much as I can away from him. I close my eyes. So I don't have to look at him.

His grip tightens and it becomes even more harder to breathe. I feel my vision going dark. When his grip finally loosens, I gasp for air and fall to the ground panting.

'I wonder what made him loosen his grip?' I thought. I open my eyes just a little bit but to only see that Devin is holding the guy by his shirt.

"Damnit Michael! Where were you? I've been waiting for over an hour!" Devin says. I notice that the switchblade was on the ground beside me.

"I know, I know." he holds his hands up and Devin loosens her grip a bit. "I was just on my way. Until I got sidetracked." he says. "Sidetracked? By what?" she says tightening her grip.

"Um… sidetracked by her." he points his finger at me. She looks over at me and has a surprised look. She turns back to the guy. She looks really angry.

"What the hell Michael?! Tell me you didn't try to do what I think you tried to do! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she says as she punches the guy in the nose, causing him to double over in pain.

She looks over at me and that was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

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