Wicked Games

When I first saw him I was scared. He was standing at the other side of the road. His hair pushed back, a white muscle shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. His head facing the ground and a lit cigarette in his right hand. It was dark out and there was only one dimly street light. He slowly looked up from the ground and smirked at me. Dropping he's cigarette, he took a step back into the darkness of the night. I cloud hear me heart beat in my ears. He was gone, nowhere to be seen. Right then I felt the warmth of a body be hide me. And large hand covered my mouth. I knew it was him. I felt his hot breath on my bare neck.

"Isn't it passed your bed time babe" he whispered in my ear.