Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all by yourself?” a voice says from above me.
My head snaps up as my heart leaps out of my chest, racing a million miles an hour. Fear pounds through my veins as I find a man standing on the step below me, somehow still towering over me. He’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, a predator come to play, and I scold myself for being so stupid.
With the sound of the heavy rain pouring down around me and the sharp claps of thunder, I hadn’t noticed him sneaking up. Something dark lingers in his eyes as he looks me up and down, licking his lips, his intentions clear in his wicked stare.
He inches in closer, watching me as if he’s trying to figure out how best to take me.
The pervert reaches for me, and I spring to my feet, my eyes wide with fear, my aching body now having more than enough energy to evade his advances. He wobbles on his feet, his brows arching in surprise. He clearly didn’t expect me to have moved so fast, but the smirk on his face makes it obvious he’s getting off on my fear. He lifts his foot to move up to the same step as me while leaning closer, the smell of rum wafting off of him. “That’s more like it, baby,” he slurs, reaching for his belt buckle and starting to free himself.
Oh, fuck no.
Bile rises in my throat as pure disgust fills my veins, then without hesitation, I spring into action. My fist slams out, and I punch the fucker square in the jaw, but with my lack of energy and strength, it only pisses him off. Pain tears through my hand, and I’m pretty sure it might be broken, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. I need to step up my game, otherwise, this fucker will force himself between my legs, and that shit is not about to happen. Not now, not ever.
Anger burns through his stare, and he lunges for me, but I scurry back, his drunken state making him slow and sloppy. But that’s not stopping him from trying again. “Come here, you little bitch.”
Fuck no.
I have to get out of here, but his big body is blocking my way, and my gaze snaps from left to right, desperation slamming through my chest. With nowhere to go and nowhere to run, I do what any sane woman would do in my situation. I knee the fucker right in the balls and watch with triumph as he drops to the ground, gripping his balls as a loud, pained groan tears from deep in his chest. “Ahhh, fuck. You’re going to pay for that, whore,” he promises.
Yeah, not today, asshole.
Realizing this might be my only opportunity to escape, I look the fucker right in the eye and let him have it. My booted foot kicks up in a devastating blow to his face, and the sweet crunch of his nose breaking is like music to my fucking ears.
The fucker roars in pain, my blow sending him tumbling down the rest of the steps. He lands on the walkway with a heavy thud, the water on the pavement splashing up around him. Not wanting to hang around, I race down the stairs, not even daring to look back before bolting down the sidewalk and leaving the very last pieces of my belongings behind.
I don’t look back, so I have no idea if the asshole is following me, but considering the blow to his balls, I’d dare say I’m safe. Either way, I don’t stop. My aching feet pound against the sidewalk, dashing through walkways and back alleys, desperately trying to navigate my way to safety.
Spotting what looks like a bar, I race toward it, feeling just a sliver of hope blooming in my chest. The streetlights are out, and in the storming darkness, it’s almost impossible to make out the name across the top, but this could be my only salvation.
There’s a single light on inside the bar, and it’s clear the place is closed for the night, but I don’t care. I continue running right up until I’m standing at the locked front door. Raising my fists, I desperately pound on the door with what little energy I have left. “Help,” I cry over and over, the tears streaming down my face. “Please. Someone, help me.”
Clanging metal sounds on the opposite side of the door and hope surges through me, but I keep pounding, keep banging my fists. A moment later, the door swings open, and I practically fall inside the empty bar. “What the hell’s going on out here?” an older man grumbles, eyeing me with a narrowed stare.
I don’t respond as I rush around him and hastily close the door behind me with a heavy thud, leaning against it as I try to catch my breath. My knees shake from exhaustion as I close my eyes, tipping my forehead against the wooden door as I desperately try to catch my breath. I feel the tears still streaming down my face, and I do my best to wipe them away, but after a moment, I realize they’re here to stay.