He had flames in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I flinched as he raised his hand, to brush the strands of my brown hair out of my face. "You shouldn't dress like a prostitute, if you don't want attention." I was wearing a white tank top, gray lounge shorts, purple flying pig socks and rainbow crocs. His breathe smelled of alcohol and chewing tobacco. Tears began dripping down my face as he crushed my neck his. He had me pushed up against a old rusty blue mini van, that screamed 'run away'. He had his left hand on my waist pushing very roughly, I felt a bruise already. "You have a micro penis, and that's why your mad right?" It wasn't my best insult but I think the lack of oxygen was making my brain foggy. The grip on my neck tightened, I guess he didn't like my statement. I knew I was being stupid but I have always been a very stubborn person.
I clawing at him, not afraid of death but something much worst. I was always scared of things I could not control. I was especially scared of people being able to over power me. I've been in situation similar as this before. In a couple seconds I calmed my breathing down and brought my arms up to the sky. I let my fear be the drive to fight my way out of this. I grabbed the back of his hoodie and pulled it over his face. I was hoping to get free of at least one of his hands. I see him reach into his pocket going for a knife. I needed to act fast and think later. I quickly hit his neck and he released me so fast, I almost fell to the ground. He was angry and quickly with slashing the knife arm trying to hit me. The knife slightly cut my arm open. I kneed him in his stomach and his knife again plunged into my arm.
He dropped to the floor trying to catch his breath but I was not going to give him the chance. "I JUST WANTED TO WALK HOME." I spoke between kicking him in his stomach with my . "YOU LITTLE DICK SUCKER. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," I just wanted some cookies. I was watching a k-drama in my apartment and a cooking competition came on. So, I felt the need to run to the bakery and now look at what happened. I looked at the chocolate chip cookies, scattered on the ground. That is five dollars wasted and I didn't have anymore money to blow. I was working at a small thrift store, that barley pays minimal wage. I climbed on top of the guy and started punching him. I got in five punches and 3 kicks to the ribs before I was interrupted. Next thing I know I'm being pulled off the guy. Where was this person when I needed them?
"HIS HIPPO ASS DESERVES IT." My eyes were closed, embarrassed of the tears that were threatening to start again. "I didn't say he didn't." I slowly opened my eyes and wiping my eyes. Then I turned my head to look upon the idiot, that pulled me from the bloody man. He was hot as hell, he was wearing a black suit with a white button up. He had a gold snake ring on his middle finger and 2 necklaces around his neck. "Quit staring, police are coming." He spoke to me calm as can be, then he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me out of the ally. Only then did I hear the sirens.
I don't know why I am running, or letting a stranger drag me off somewhere. I mean technically it was self defense because he started it. But I also could get charged for excessively beating him.
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This is the only chapter that will be this short, due to not knowing were to go with the story yet. I hope people will send me feed back. I haven't written story for a while so i am rusty. Tell me if i mess up and what you guys wanna see happen.
