Chapter 50: unknown attacker (1)

She got up to leave and I felt a little sad that she wasn't staying. I reached out to grab her hand before she left. She turned and looked at me in shock. "Thanks," I said, slightly embarrassed. She smiled at me and left. I ate the rest of my lunch in silence trying to ignore the man staring at me. When I had finished I went to pay the bill and a generous tip.

I was happy to be leaving, I looked over at the place where to man had sat and I realized that he was no longer there. I felt relieved. I had thought that he would have followed me or something. I walked out into the cold weather hugging myself and started to walk home.

I was about halfway when I heard footsteps behind me. I walked a little faster, and when I walked past a shop window, I looked in it to see if I could catch a glimpse of the person following me. What I saw scared the shit out of me. It was the guy from the café. I began walked faster, my heart rated was increasing from the fear that something might happen.

I knew that I could be home in about twenty minutes if I walked fast. So I did. I sped up and tried to stick to the crowded areas, but I didn't know this area that well. I turned left down a street and realized my mistake immediately. It was a dead end.

I turned around fast, hoping to get out of there before he caught up to me. He was standing at the mouth of the alleyway. A sadistic smile playing across his face. "Hi there Amelia" he said, his voice was gravelly, old, like he had been yelling too much. He began walking towards me. I backed away.

I kept backing away until my back hit the back of the alleyway. "Look, you can have my wallet if that‟s what you want," I said shakily. He grinned at me widely. "Not quite what I want" he moved forward again, he was so close now that there was doubt about what he wanted.

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His hand reached up and caressed my cheek, I flinched away from it, but before I got far his hand came up and hit me across my face. I held in a whimper and had to bit my lip to hold in the scream that was building. His hand started to travel down to the bottom of my skirt.

I tried to squirm away but he refused to let me. His body was pressed up against mine; his sloppy lips were everywhere he could reach. His hand had moved up my thigh, dragging my skirt up with it. I could feel the cold wind at my upper thighs.

I tried to get away from him but he just punched me in the stomach, I went to fall to the ground from the impact but he held me up. "I have been waiting for you Amelia" he rasped His hand was now playing with the crotch of my underwear. Tears were pouring from my face. He ripped the buttons off my jacket and he had crawled up my shirt.

I decided that this was not going to happen. I was not going to be raped. So I began thrashing abound even harder, I felt my knee connect with his groin. He fell down in pain, clutching his balls and I ran.

I didn't get very far, however. He grabbed my ankle and l fell down hard. My head hit the concrete floor and I saw blood underneath my head. I saw him limping towards me a feral look on his face, and then it went black

I was sitting in a new café. I was told not to come back to my old regular; they complained that I harassed the female customers and employees. They are wrong, those ladies asked for it; always strutting around the place as they owned it.

They all had what was coming to them. I heard the bell above the door ring, telling us that another person had walked in. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman. She was young, maybe only nineteen or twenty, but she looked sad, withdrawn.

She had long beautiful brown hair that fell to a few inches below her shoulders, with a fringe that was swept off to the side. She wasn't like all those other girls.