Is that a knife in his hands? Holy freaking pasta!
He is going to kill me.
I stepped backwards, trying to increase the distance between him and me. Who is he? I have no idea.
It was nine thirty at night and I was going back home from grocery store, nibbling on my choclate. My mom had told me not to go alone and wait for dad to be back because the way to store was a bit deserted, but I was dying for a chocolate that I decided to go alone since it was just ten minutes away.
On my way back home, after a few minutes I noticed this guy following me. I started walking a little fast and suddenly he shouted “STOP!” I turned around and that is when I noticed the knife in his hand.
Oh my god, why me? Will I die so young? There were so many things I hadn’t done yet. What about my mom? Dad? Oh god.
“Don’t move.” He said in a dangerous, gruffy voice. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t see his face because it was too dark and there wasn’t any street light where we were standing. What did he want from me? I gulped loudly.
“I don’t have anything, I spent all my money on chocolate and my clothes are not really expensive. I don’t even have a watch or-” he cut me off.
“Shut up.” He shouted. “I don’t want your money or things.”
He raised the knife and pointed at me. “I want you.”
“Well, no shit Sherlock. If you don’t want my money or things, you obviously want me.” I said sarcastically and instantly regretted it. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his temper rising by the way his body tensed and his breathing got more ragged.
The guy has a knife, he is going to kill you and you are passing sarcastic remarks. Good job, Grace.
He took a step forward and I stepped back. I started sweating, fear building inside me.
“Don’t move, you bitch.” He shouted and I flinched. Right, he is the one who is going to kill me and I am the bitch. Geez, no respect whatsoever.
“ wh-why? Why do you want me?” I asked as he kept walking towards me and I kept walking back.
There was a bit of light now and I could see his face. He was kind of sick looking, his clothes were a bit torn, he looked like he hadnt bathed or even changed clothes for days.I hadn’t seen him before. Well obviously Grace, you don’t go about talking to creepy strangers. Do you?
Stupid head, stop talking. This is a life or death situation.
He smiled deviously. “Because you are beautiful and I want to feel you.”
Feel me? What is he- wait, what?
My eyes went wide.Is he-? Does he want to r-ra.. oh god, I can’t even say the word.
What should I do? What should I do?
Become a ninja.
Act like you know karate.
Oh, yes. No! He has a knife. He’ll kill me.
Well then sweetheart. RUN!
Instantly, I turned around and started running. There was no one around, empty road. Where is everyone? I know this area is bit deserted, but not even a single person?
“Stop you bitch. Where are you going?” he shouted and I could hear him running behind me. I ran as fast as I could.
In every story, every movie the girl looks back at the guy chasing her and falls down. Moral of the story : Don’t look back while running, but like the awesome people we all are, do we follow it? Nope.
So, I looked back to see how far the guy was and guess what happened? I fell.
As soon as I fell, the guy stopped running and walked towards me. I started getting up to run again, but he grabbed my hands. Suddenly, all the street lights went off. Perfect timing!
“Where are you going, beautiful?” he said coming close to me. The knife so close to my arm.
And then the situation started to actually sink in, I was going to be r-raped. I looked around, there was no one, the road was empty. I was sweating and panting, my heart was beating wildly. Tears sprung to my eyes as the reality of what was going to happen hit me. I blinked a few times, to keep myself from crying. I am not going to show that I am weak.
I can’t even run now, his hold was so tight it was hurting my arms. What should I do know? Oh god. Why? Why me?
|Alex Pettyfer||as Cameron Ryder|
|Leighton Meester||as Grace Preston|