11- The Real Test of courage

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(There will be bolded pronouns in the chapter, use the ones that would misgender you because that's why they're bolded to show that they are misgendering. Enjoy!)

Your P.O.V

After I woke up at the time of night I decided moving you be the best thing for me. I had a better chance of getting farther without much concern since barely anyone was out. So I did it. I got out and walked further away and got farther than I ever have before, and instead of keeping straight, I made some turns.

Dawn slowly came upon me and my stomach rumbled, but I knew that I'd have to wait for a bit. 

I soon came to the realization that I had no clue which street I was one and this part of town didn't look familiar, which isn't too surprising considering I never got to explore L.A in its entirety.

 I decided to trace my steps getting back to familiar ground. I crossed the street and started walking faster because it felt like someone was following me.

I turned around a few times and saw a woman, the same women every time. I found a store and went into it and pretended to look at some clothes, a store attendant came to ask if I was looking for anything specific, and that's when I said an unknown woman was following me and was wondering if they could call the cops for me and I told them I  lost my phone and that's why I couldn't. But as I talked the woman kept coming closer. 

I began to grow more uncomfortable. I stayed close to the front of the store's pretending to look at clothes. Then that's when she talked to me.

"Hey pretty lady," She said, I shuddered.

I didn't respond which ticked her off, "Hey bitch I'm talking to you!" She yelled at me.

"I don't know you please, leave me alone," I told her.

She scoffed, "Oh come on, you know me, I know you know me," she grabbed my hands.

I ripped my hands from her grip, "Don't touch me," I said through gritted teeth, my breath slowly speeding up. I didn't know if an anxiety attack was coming or not.

"Come on, why do you have to be like this?" She asked, trying to talk to me.

"Leave me alone," I said dodging the question, hoping the police would arrive soon. I grabbed some clothes and went to the dressing rooms.

"Oh come on, Y/n lighten up talk to me," She said, I was suprised she knew my name since couldn't recognize the face or voice.

"Ma'am, may you leave this person  alone while they change?" One lady said.

"I'm with her."

"No you not, you're not even gendering me correctly," I said changing my voice to a lower/higher octave to have my voice sound more masculine, as I hadn't said anything back here yet.

"Oh come on Y/n-" She was cut off by sirens.

I quickly went into a changing room as the cops came in for the woman. The voices came toward the back.

The police said put your hands up, the lady who was kind enough to tell whoever the woman was to stop bothering me, explained that the woman was harassing me.

The police read her, her rights. Then the lady knocked on the door and asked politely since she knew I wanted to get away from my harasser if I could come out. I reluctantly did because my anxiety was shifting to high gear since I knew that she wouldn't go to jail and would most likely be on the streets later today.

I handed her the items she tried to talk to me so I said, "Sorry I need to go," my voice already had panic in it so she believed me.

I was back outside now walking again. I found myself near a Starbucks and jokingly wondered to myself, 'I wonder if Garret or Ryland is there.' Low and behold Ryland comes out of Starbucks with Shane. I went up to them nervous because my anxiety was already high.

"S-Shane?" I asked.

He looked at me the recognized I was a fan, "Hi," He said in a cheerful tone.

"Can I have a hug from the both of you?" I ask.

"Of course," They both gave me a hug making me feel better.

"Did Garret come with you by any chance I really like him too," I say.

"I saw him go in he should come out soon but that wasn't planned," Ryland told me.

"Okay thanks," I say, "thanks for the hug," I gave a smile. 

I went in and pulled out the six dollars I had found in change all over the house. I slowly counted it to make sure it was six again.

Garret walked past me and I noticed him and like a fan I said "Garret!" to get his attention. I did but I froze. What was I going to say?

(Oof not exactly what I planned and more filler but like I kinda had a writer block right this, so like I tried.)

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