Nightmares

Chapter 3.

Well I know; you can call me a fool or stupid or whatever to describe how I have gotten myself into this none of my business situation. But trust me I've had my fair share of being exposed to things that hurts your dignity and pride, you know that feeling you get when you can't protect yourself or someone you love from a bad situation, and looking at the poor guy over there really took me back.

He must have fought with all his strength, right now, I wouldn't know what he's thinking about but I can bet on my life that he's either thinking about committing suicide after what would happen to him or he would just give up on the world, I've been through that and I just can't sit there or hide for someone to go through this pain especially when it's happening right under my nose.

"I.SAID.STOP" I said through a clenched jaw, not because I was so filled with anger thay I saw red and I wanted to kill that man. No, it was because my jaws were literally shaking like two pieces of tambourines at a salsa event.

He didn't need to see that I was scared of the situation, the man himself, I wasn't scared of him. But I was scared of what might happen if I made the tiniest wrong move.

I wasn't really afraid of him as I said but on second thoughts and a short thorough glance it was a miracle I wasn't. I was supposed to be afraid, I should really be afraid of that mass of muscles and murderous intent. I know a fair deal of martial arts, thanks to thinking I was gonna be like a Chinese master while I was child so took up martial arts classes for a great deal of time, to protect myself during times like this and Mr holding-knife wasn't so much of a competition, at least that's what I thought. Well let's hope I'm right, shrugging off the shiver that went down my spine, I braced myself.

"Well..well..well, and who are you to tell me to stop?" He chuckled, a sinister grin embracing his face after and stepped into the less darker parts of the area and I got a good glimpse of him.

I studied his face for a moment and I froze. He also stopped moving when he really saw my face.The guy who was about to have his way with someone was none other than Peter, the guy who I might have rejected one way or the other, the guy who wanted to have his way with me. No it can't be, I shook my head and blinked, my eyes might be playing a trick on me.

Peter and I had been in almost the same classes since sophomore year. I had noticed that he was always staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking. I heard rumors of him just bullying some guys and giving some girls some hateful glares and the reason was that either they were attracted to me or he was envious that they had gotten some help or attention from me one way or the other and he just wanted to bully them, it was silly and childish. Ask me how I know this is when I'm basically a nobody with zero social interactions.

Long story short, I might have lingered in the boys' locker room one time after PE classes and overheard some of the boys bashing him behind his back and who am I to interrupt when I was being served the tea on a fucking golden platter. But what they said made so much sense because I am not your typical "smexy" hunk. I lived and thrived in the shadows and people didn't really notice me. So it was weird that Peter, one of the school hunks' eyes were somehow always on me whenever I dared to look around. Peter was mysterious, handsome, dark, he was the typical bad boy your parents advise you to stay away from...and I had no intention of getting close to him until this situation.

Nobody seemed to know what was going on in his mind and to make it more mysterious, it seemed no one knew of his relatives except an old woman who stays with him. Although he did some other stupid things along with this but raping someone at this time of the night was something I never expected. I guess he's now far from goodness and hope.

I really hated him to the moon and all the way back down to hell. He always had his way with his objects of interest whether they will it or not. But oddly, he still pursued me even after I rejected him when he was bold enough to tell me during the break before the start of junior year. He had told me he always gets what he wants and I was no exception. That's when I had avoided him like a deadly plague and never gave him the slightest chance of being alone with me or even look at me. I would literally die single if he was to be the only person alive and I would rip out my heart before it even thinks of liking him in the slightest.