>JOHN CENA •Legible with envy

Sea shells by the seas shore

As I walked down the shore, my feet enriched with sand. A thought popped into my head, I remember a stranger telling me, that their are more galaxies then there are grains of sand on earth. As I walked I pondered that thought, could it really be true? If so I felt more small then ever. But that's not the only reason I chose the shore, it was quiet other then the waves lapping a shore. I was a quiet girl,I kept to myself most of the time. I had to make a choice here, as much as I would like to sit here and avoid the possible outcomes I can't. And Believe me there were thousands of outcomes. But I only wanted it to go one way. As hard as it seems I was determined in my mind set, like a harvester cutting rows of corn I had to keep going. As I was walking back from the shore, I was reminded why I left. Too many people, too much noise, and traffic... it phased me.
Then I see a black Range Rover, I didn't give it much thought I knew who it was. I kept on walking by the busy road, and ignored the car and pushed the thought from my brain away... then I was startled when it passed me, I felt relived and hurt at the same time. Crazy right? It was like everything got real and i was hit the face with a thousand bricks. I continue my journey and realized I was almost home. Ugh couldn't wait to grab my wallet and head out for dinner. Please cue the "alone again" I thought And kind of made a scoff. That's when I heard a loud truck that looked like a Chevy. The truck looks old, pimped out, and sounded like half the exhaust fell off and was dragging on the freeway, and they took a knife to it and made a "fix" that should have been done by a professional. They pulled up behind me, and it was shifty from the minuet they skidded to a halt on the gravel shoulder, and I can spot shifty from a mile away. So as a young lady I was worried when I heard the doors open and close, and rowdy guys yelling. So I started to spew walk, kinda hoping they weren't following me. Though they were, as I sped up I heard yelling.

"Hey Bebe, getttt ba-ck heree, with that noce bod ah yours" their speech was slurred, obviously drunk. Then some how, a few of them got in front of me. I tried to pass, but they wouldn't let me. So I pushed one of the guys and he fell back, to my surprise, I had been going to the gym but I was far from strong.  Then I felt arms around my waist, I panicked and I felt trapped like I couldn't get free. This guy was strong and about johns height, there was no way I could shake this guy...
I tried fighting but it was no use. One drunken kid came up to me while I was being held back. "Well look at this pretty little thang"
I pretended to act sweet, sweet like a pie. I replied "hey Bebe why don't come on over"
And then he thought the right thing to do was I come on to me. Wrong plan man. I took this opportunity to knee him as hard as I could in the crotch.
Well that was a mistake 🤦‍♂️
He fell to the ground in obvious pain. The guy that was holding me dropped me, but held on to my arm, a gasped as I tried to make a run for it, but the grip he had around my wrist was to great. I was pulling with every ounce I had left in me. But it didn't work. I felt helpless and alone.
As I started to withdraw from the fight I realized I wouldn't beat him in hand to hand combat. I was smart but not genius, so I couldn't figure out his fighting patterns, they were so inconsistent. So I slapped him across the face, drawing blood from his nose. He let go of my bruised wrist. Then I smiled weakly. "Nows my chance" I half whispered. And with that I took off, kicking sand up in the air as I dashed across the shore. I got a good 10 feet from them when everything stopped and my "free falling" song played. I was looking around me disoriented, and frantic. The guy I had kneed had thrown me to the ground, and the man johns height has made his way back and is towing over me. ...