He sat next to me on the couch after we drank a glass of white wine, also called 'chardonnay'. It was delicious, i haven't had alcohol in a long time. He whispered something really fucking gross in my ear: "I would like to touch you and do dirty things with you." He got closer to me and had put his hand on my thigh and then, he kissed me. I pushed him away, and yelled at him: "GET OFF OF ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT." He looked shocked. His gazing bright blue eyes looked at me, he had this psychopath look in his eyes, like a raper. "Please." He said. "Let me just touch you, i've never got the change to do that. I already liked you when i first saw your face, you had braids, i remember everything of that day. I waited till you got 18 so i could touch you legally." "What?" I asked shocked. "Don't you remember that day? I called you beautiful. You were 8." He said while smiling. My heart stopped and i couldn't breath anymore. It was like i was locked in the tiniest room ever and i couldn't get out because he locked the door. "All those fucking years." I thought. After he touched me i woke up again, he tried to put his hand in my pants. I remembered the gun my dad gave me for my 18th birthday, i always carried it with me at nights like this. I knew that i had it in my purse that i weared from my right shoulder to my left waist. I needed to do something because i knew that something bad was gonna happen, so i kicked him in his balls and he fell down from the pain. I fastly grabbed my gun from my purse and looked in his eyes, his eyes were fulled with tears of the pain that he had. It was hard to look at him, but he raped kids, and also almost me. "Just one bullet." I thought.
