First Staked (Alan Frog/The Lost Boys)

Chapter #3: Comics

*Katie's POV*

I had left the comic store a bit earlier than planned. I'd started to get hungry and left to go get something to eat. Unfortunately, I didn't get to say goodbye to Alan and thank him for the comic like I'd hoped. Him and Edgar looked like they were having a serious conversation when I left, so I didn't want to interrupt them. Instead I just decided to leave - I would no doubt be back tomorrow anyway.

After a short walk back the way I'd came on the boardwalk, I found a small food place that sold soft pretzels and cheese. Buying one for myself, I took a seat at one of the tables a few feet away. As I began to eat, I observed the people passing by - surfers, hippies, the kiosk owners, everyone. They all looked so careless and unique - laughing, shouting and playing. I wondered how I looked to them, sitting by myself? Probably like some lonely loser with no friends...

Finishing the last bite of my pretzel now, I looked at my watch. It read 2:35; only a little over five minutes before I had to meet back up with my mom. I figured I should at least start heading back that way and got up from the table. Picking up my pretzel wrapper and half empty cheese cup, I went over to a nearby trash can to throw them away.

But as I did this, a hand came from behind me and latched onto my arm. Spinning around to its owner, I saw that it was a junky looking surf nazi. He was a few years older than me and aready showing signs of a forming beer belly under his tank top...Also, at the moment, he was currently either drunk, high or both.

    "Hey there, pretty baby! What's a hot girl like you doing in a place like this, when you should be in my bedroom?" He slurred. Yup, definitely drunk.

Carefully, I pulled my wrist out of his beefy grasp. Backing away a little, I tried to sound nice, but still as firm as possible.
    "Listen buddy, I'm not interested, ok?"

Not having it, the surf nazi only took my wrist again. I fought not to gag on the potent alcohol stench as he moved even closer to me than before.

    "Come on, baby. You know you want it..." He flirted in a husky tone. Taking the hand he had ahold of, he placed it on his sweaty chest.

My own voice was demanding as I struggled to pull away this time.
    "I said no! Let go of me!"

But the guy held on tight to me. He leaned in close to my ear and let out a seductive growl.
    "Ooo, I like my girls feisty! I'm going to take you for a wild ride, baby, you'll be begging me to stop!"

I tried so hard not to listen to him, still straining to pull my wrist back. But then, he took his other hand and slid it over my ass, gripping it harshly and letting out a amused chuckle.

I yelped in unpleasant surprise. That did it. Furious now, I glared up at the creep and shouted in his face.
    "I said LET GO!!"
Taking my other hand that still held the cup of cheese from my pretzel, I smashed it into the surf nazi's forehead. Orange cheese splattered all over him, causing his grip to loosen from around my wrist. After I pulled free, I stared triumphantly at him.
    "Take that, you freakshow."

The guy wiped some of the cheese dripping from his face and let out a deep growl. Hearing this, I knew it was definitely time to go. So, without a second glance, I turned and started running in the direction of my mom's car. I only hoped she'd be there when I got to it. If that guy came running after me, I didn't exactly want to be stranded by myself.

When I got to the entrance to the boardwalk, I broke through the crowd of people. Luckily, standing by our SUV was none other than my mom. She saw me and smiled while holding up her keys, jingling them. I jogged over to her and hopped into the passenger seat as she started the car.