“No use in running away, short cake. We’ll catch you,” the man I first collided with sneers, his tongue flicking over his eroded teeth, his hand brushing away his graying hair.
My breathing turns ragged, ears ringing with the sound of my beating heart, fear taking control of my body as they both move in my direction on the sidewalk, their figurestowering over me.
“Let’s have a little taste of these big tits, shall we?” Bile works its way up my throat at his words. The man with graying hair extends his hand to touch my breast, and just as he is about to reach me, I drop the bag with the wine and slide under his hand and make a run for it, taking advantage of my height.
For a second, freedom seems within grasp before it is brutally snatched from me when one of them grabs my hair and pulls, dragging me back to them. A terrorized scream scratches my throat as it leaves my mouth in the dead of the night.
Hot tears gather in my eyes at the pain, my nails scraping the skin on his hand, hoping he’ll let me go. I’m not going without a fight.
Even if it kills me.
I don’t know who they are and why they want me.
But I could give ashitabout that.
No one’s coming to save me. I’m on my own.
That realization overpowers any fear, giving way to a rush of adrenaline.
With a battle cry, I pick up my right foot and jam it in his dick with every ounce of strength Ican muster, hoping that it hurts like hell.
It does.
His hold from my hand vanishes as he crouches down, cupping himself as he shouts in pain. “You bitch!”
The bald guy’s eyes widen, not expecting me to fight back. Like hell I will let them win without even trying.
My eyes turn to slits when he adjusts himself, his leering smile directed at me. Oh, this motherfucker is so dead. And it’s like the thunder that rumbles in the sky agrees with me, small droplets falling over us.
I instantly bend down, grab the top of the broken wine bottle, and slash his neck as he attempts to jump me. With a bitch-scream he stumbles back, his palm coming back seeped in his blood when he inspects his wound.
An unhinged smile spreads across my face, his eyes widening in horror. “You didn’t really think that I’d beg you for mercy, did you?” I don’t even recognize the sound of my own voice as it gets drowned out by another rolling thunder.
This time, the man with graying hair gets his bearings enough to attack me. Thinking that he can take me, he rushes toward me with full force,the rain now pattering over us with full force.
He thought wrong.
All I have to do to take him down is bring up the broken glass in my hand in front of me, and he slams his full body right into the waiting makeshift dagger. His eyes bulge out in pain, his body slumping against mine as the filthy, warm blood from his stomach glides between my fingers.
With a growl, I take out the glass from the injury and push him back, his huge figure instantly giving in to gravity as it sinks to the ground, blood gushing out of him unrestrained.
The dripping water blurs my vision, making me wipe my eyes. The rumbling thunder and the pouring rain are why I miss the bald guy picking up another shard of glass and attacking me.
By the time I open my eyes, it’s too late. He already has the glass just inches away from my face.
On pure instinct, I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut as I wait for the approaching pain from where he’ll strike me.
There’s only one thought swimming through my mind as the rain soaks my body, my arms covering my face as if that’ll protect me from the wretched fate that awaits me.
I tried.
Forty Three
Noah
Today is definitely going down as one of the worst days of my life.
And after the life I’ve led, that’s saying something.