Help Me

A Big Mistake

Mikey

The shadows seemed to loom at him from all directions, the only thing keeping them at bay being the street lamps that littered the street.
Pity half of them were broken.

His breath was expelled as a torrent of steam as he began the two minute walk back to their flat.

And those two minutes was all it took.

As the lamps above him slowly sputtered their last breath, he felt his chest tighten slightly. Paranoid, he kept looking around him in all directions as he walked, hurrying his pace slightly. And then he saw it, to his left. The unmistakable build of someone in the darkness, slowly getting bigger and bigger, heading straight towards him.

Immediately he turned on his heel and walked the other way, patting his pockets to make sure that his phone was still in his pocket, surprising himself when he felt his wallet too. He hadn't realised that was still in his pocket.

He felt his breath quicken in fear, and he heard his footsteps slap loudly on the concrete below. Just like the footsteps that seemed to get closer and closer. Mikey ducked into alleys, running around in circles as he tried desperately to lose the person that he knew was chasing him.

Maybe he should've left the boys a note, or a text, or just not even come out altogether. He knew it was reckless, but he did it anyway.
He really hated himself sometimes.

Five minutes later he stopped, panting slightly as he heard the footsteps fade away into the distance. He sighed in relief. He had no idea where he was the though. Mikey had kept walking down streets and alleyways until the person had lost him.

The adrenaline slowly flooded out of his veins, and he breathed deeply a few times. He decided he would walk back the way he had come, but would wait a few minutes in case the person came back.

It was bitterly cold out now, the wind picking up, blowing his hair about his head. He slipped his hands into his pockets, and then turned around to begin walking.

A first appeared out if nowhere, colliding solidly with his mouth. He stumbled back a few steps and released a gutteral sound of shock and pain, managing to keep his balance by grabbing onto the wall at the last second. Pain made his vision go white, and as he opened his eyes quickly the fist appeared again, already on a direct course to his left eye.

His vision exploded, and he felt is body hit the floor, jarring his elbow and knee as he landed heavily.
He gasped through the pain, feeling something wet trickle from the corner of his mouth.

A rough hand hauled him to his feet and harshly pushed him into the wall. Mikey blinked a few times, already feeling his eye swell shut.
A pair of cold grey eyes stared deep into his, a snarl etched upon his face.
Mikey felt his blood run cold, and his body start to tremble.
"Nice try, but you won't get away from me." He whispered lowly, shoving his forearm against Mikey's throat, effectively cutting off his airway. He kicked and struggled but the man held him fast, punching him in the gut when Mikey's knee made a satisfying contact with the man's leg. His hands scrabbled frantically at the man's arm, but he wouldn't budge.
The man smiled sickeningly.
"You're not getting away that easily."

Mikey let out a whimper of pain, but as he did so the man pushed his forearm into his throat even further, tilting his head up too. Mikey felt his throat close, and his mouth ran dry.
He dug his nails into the man's arm as he felt his lungs begin to scream. His eyes widened as he realised that the man wasn't going to budge. He kicked and bucked, but the man slammed Mikey's head hard into the wall, so hard that he saw stars for a few seconds.