This shouldn't of had happened in the first place. I mean I only just punched and kicked a perverted guy for touching me some where inappropriate. Now his ugly, crappy, scary friggin body guards? Idk what or who they are, are chasing after me. I'm not in trouble am I?
I sprint across the road like an idiot hoping to get away from the men who were chasing after me. "okay what I need is some kind of miracle that only happens in books and movies where the victim is saved by a really hot guy" I prayed to myself, ...... and of course nothing happened. Feeling miserable, tired and was on the verge for an asthma attack-not that I had asthma, I used the last of me and continued to run. In the corner of the road where I spotted a taxi,I used this as an opportunity to escape from the dreadful men. Retardly (idek if that's a word) I opened the door and slouched in.
"Take me away" was all I managed. The driver obeyed and drove somewhere. My breathing slowly slowed down as I opened the opened the window struggling to get some fresh air. When I finally reached to my normal condition I 'respectably apologized to the driver telling him the destination, well half told the destination only until I was interrupted by an "ahem"
Shocked, I turned my head towards the owner of the voice only to 'finally' realise that I had jumped onto a taxi that someone was already on. "Oh shit" I cursed to myself. I think it was a teenaged guy? Maybe my age? Though I can't be sure. "GET OFF!" he impaitently interupted my thoughts. "Bu...bu...but.... Was all the words that could escape from my lips. "GET OFF!" he then repeated himself. Now I was angry ans scared of this guy at the same time. The taxi soon stopped as I got off, I slammed the door. "Meanie" ran through my head. It was now pitch dark and it was definitely freezing where cool breezes kept sending me chills down my back. I decided that today was DEFINETLY not my day.
