Fight or Flight

Chapter 2: late beginnings

HELLO HELLO HELLO!!! WHo here thought Ray was creepy enough? Because I thought he was pretty weirdalishious. But this might only be becasue I am the only one who can properly imagin his face! hehe I'm so evil arn't I??

(Shout out goes to Riley...lol I based Rachel after you hope u enjoy ur craziness!!!)

The bus comes to a screeching halt, leaving my hour of regret and contemplation in the dust. The double doors swing open and with a crash they slam into the hard metal exterior. The few other remaining people and I depart from the steam and sweat infested vehicle, though the outside air is not much better. The foggy atmosphere suffocates me with a lack of oxygen, just another substance that momentarily clouded my judgement. Metaphorically I slap my palm to my face.

What the hell was I thinking? Giving that man-whorish creep my number! I've always been somewhat of an overreacter, I mean what's the worst he can do? A drunken booty-call? Showing off how he got the girl on the bus' number like a trophy? It was an 'in the moment' decision and I should be proud of that ('should' being a key word there.) I blame myself for being so unadventurous, if it weren't for my lack of experience with unknown horny men I might not feel the way I do now. It would just be an everyday moment, but the way he touched my hair. A shiver of fear again ran down my spine, not for a lack of effort I can't seem to get this occurrence out of my mind. Reliving the shock and absolute maleficence of his touch.

The coldness of his fingers seeped through my skin, as if they were still there I felt the grotesque disgust that bubbled up inside the first time.

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My speed picks up to a trott. The souls of my high-heeled shoes slap the ground fiercely with each step. Walking up a steep hill proves to be more difficult than expected, needing my full attention which I happily loan.

My stride is long and confident, much more so than I ever am. I peer my head towards a window of a near by boutique to check my reflection, after pulling back a few strands of hair and straightening my pencil skirt I head over to my firm.

With a passing glance I notice the receptionist looks as uninterested as usual, small glasses perched at the tip nose which was stuffed into a long thick covered book. Her red hair was pulled back into an effortless messy bun. Of course she is who I choose as a friend.

"Hey" I say cautiously trying not to tempt her into anything temper induced. She is very intense when she starts a new book.

Her only reply is a grunt, a long passive one at that. I further my attempts to make communication "Rachel? I have a creepy story for you," I hang my words out almost to bait her, like a fish. Slamming the book against the table, she replies with a unhinged look in her eye. She breathes heavily reminding me of a somewhat more intimidating red-haired ape.

"What!? What is so very important that you feel you must share it at this very moment?! You know you are not entitled to my time, what about me?!? Huh? What if I just frigging want to read!?" this is the exact outcome I was afraid of. Over all Rachel has a calm temper, rant about her boyfriend...she'll just laugh along. Make a fat joke (joke, shes actually pretty skinny) she just adds snarky and hilarious comments. But interrupt her reading, hell is upon you. And not in a light sense of the word, full fledged hell. Fire and all.

"Come on, you have all day to read. We even have that meeting at noon, a perfect time for you to catch up." My voice is about as persuasive as physically and mentally possible. Imagine a mom telling their child not to bite (*example: Oh, no honey. Biting is a bad thing to do, now you don't want to be naughty do you?) times 15.3.

"Fine" she relents within noteworthy time, this is one for the record books. "Just spit it out, weather you tell me now or after 5 minutes of buttering me up it will make no difference. You will only be wasting more of my time"