Only In This Dimension

"Hey," he says backing me into the fish pattern wallpaper.

"W-what do you want?!" I demand although it isn't very intimidating threw my quivering voice.

"You can't resist me," he says, "You'll want me eventually. Hell, I bet you want me right now." The words drip from his mouth like poison.

"W-what? No! Get away from me!" I squeak. My claustrophobia begins to kick in as he looms over me and I begin to breathe heavier.

"Oh cmon, stop playing coy Robin," he says closing in, planting a hand on the wall and preventing any escape I may have had.

I can feel his body heat and smell the liquor on his breath. I begin to panic. I clutch my hands to my chest to make myself smaller but that only encourages him to get closer, his breath hot on my head.

He brushes a stray hair behind my ear and holds my cheek in his large, beefy hand, a sly smirk on his lips. I close my eyes and try to look away but his hand has my head locked in place.

Then, in an instant, I feel his presence disappear as he pulls away. I open my eyes to the image of a high-school jock being suspended in the air against the opposite wall.

By telekinesis...

By me.