Nightmare // Luke Brooks

two

Sammy's POV

I sat down at the old bus stop impatiently waiting for a bus to arrive. I still hadn't properly settled into this neighbourhood. Everything is done differently and the whether is practically screaming most days.  I rub my arms to try and create some warmth. Reaching out to grab my phone my screen lights up to reveal tons of text messages I had mostly received from my father and of course Alex. Alex is my one and only best friend, even though I had litreally met her a few weeks ago when I moved to Melbourne from Cheshire. We had bumped into each other whilst I was on a jog morning, I wanted my eyes to be familiar with the new place but I didn't think that I bump into someone and instantly become best friends, especially around 5:30am in the morning. Ever since then Alex and I would go for morning runs and everything just sort of flowed, clicked I suppose. 

My eyes scan across the schedule for the busses arrivals. A sigh leaves my lips as I wait for what seems like a very long few minutes. A old looking bus approaches my way, its bright light almost blurring my vision. I stick my arm up to be tackled by a cold shutter of wind, I wave vaguely as the bus reaches its stop. The doors roar open and I quickly skip on with my teeth lightly chattering. My body turns to meet a boy looking no older than twenty years with his heavy music on full blast. The hoodie he was wearing covered up most of his face, his vibe not appearing very friendly. The bus came to an instant stop my body slightly wobbling off guard. A small squeal leaves my lips as I grab onto a seat before. Some bus drivers really did not know how t drive but I thankfully sat down and grabbed out my phone. My fingers furiously tapped onto the keypad as I texted back Alex. I did not bother to text back my father, I did not want to add fuel to the fire. Another jolt sent my phone flying out of my hands to hit an old mans foot. His dirty fingers reach down to gently pick up my phone. 

"Sorry Sir," I mumble quietly. 

"Don't be sorry baby," he slurs his words. 

I cringe when he returns my phone and I try to send him a soft smile. Apparently he didn't get the memo because he moved closer to me, drenched in the smell of some sort of pricy liquor. His eyes were on the verge of giving up on him.

"What are you doing out this late, pretty girl?"

My eyes widen as we both stare directly at each other. Not wanting to make anymore conversation I mumble under my breath. His features tell me that he wasn't pleased with my answer. My pulse started to quicken when he inched closer to me. Sweat was curling in my palms, not knowing what to do I shifted slightly. I knew he had quite a bit too much to drink because of his behaviour and appearance but my mind was still begging me to figure a way out of this situation. Me being the delusional person I can be I hadn't realised his hand seeping up my thigh. I clear my throat and push his hand away from me. 

"Don't be like that pretty girl, I'm just trying to have a little bit of fun," the man smiles. 

"Please don't," my voice wavers, "Don't touch me."

His grip on me tightened, "but we could have so much fun?"

"Let go," I raise my voice, this time shaking his hand off of my thigh, "Lets just have a good ti--"

"Leave me alone!"

"Listen bitch," he snaps. I shriek when his hand comes to cup my jaw firmly. I yank my face to the side before my eyes start to water. Panic arises me when he lifts his arm, my hands go up in surrender as I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the impact. 

"I don't think its very nice to hit a women," a unfamiliar voice speaks up. My eyes spring open to see the boy I had been admiring from a distance before hovering above of me. His eyes meet mine but he doesn't upload his gaze me he shoves the man off of me. The man lands with a thud with the boy leaning down to whisper something in his ear. My eyes dart towards the driver who seems to be only keeping his man focus on the road. I feel a presence sit beside me, my body jumps in action.