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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ
ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ
They laughed at JJ's joke as they continued to walk out of the restaurant, unconsciously, John turned around not even trying to look at something, until he spotted you; he stopped his gaze while you walked as quickly as you could, he frowned at first but then noticed the man you've been running from for four blocks.
"Hey, guys," he wanted to make sure if he's theory was correct or maybe he was just being paranoid, "Is it just me, or is-"
"Wait, is that- that's Elle, right?" JJ finally figured who you were, "Why is she walking so fast?"
"She's- She's being followed," Pope confirmed John's theory.
"We gotta help her," Kiara suggested.
"I mean, do we? This is Armelle we're talking about, if she can punch Topper and knock him out, she can take care of herself," Pope saw Kie.
"Dude, she can literally go missing or get raped or killed! We need to help her!"
"Oop, we're losing her," JJ said while he began to run towards you.
The others followed. You heard rushed steps which made your heart hammer worst than it did before, you weren't sure if to run, or stop, you were terrified. As the steps became closer, you surrendered yourself to the idea of a sad reality that happens every day to thousands of women around the world. You felt a hand on your shoulder and before you eve thought about it, you turned around and punched someone's face. JJ's face.
You covered your mouth with your hands, "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean- I thought you-"
"No, it's okay, it's okay," The blonde boy cleaned the small amount of blood coming out of his nose.
"See? I told you she could take care of herself," Pope muttered to Kiara.
"What- what are you guys doing here?" you asked.
"We, uh-" John cleared his throat, " We just wanted to make sure you were ok,"
You smiled in the most sincere and relieving way, "Um, not really," you discretely pointed at the guy who continued to follow you, "I don't know what to do, I don't wanna show him where I live," you whispered.
The group looked at each other, the original plan before they helped you was going each one to their house since it was almost midnight.
"You can come to the chateau for a while if you want to," John suggested.
"Are you sure? Because the last time I tried to hide somewhere he never left until I left," you played with your fingers.
"Wait, this isn't the first time he's followed you?" Pope widened his eyes.
