than I’ve ever felt before. The car’s back door flies open, and then the driver’s side door. For the first time tonight, I come face to face with my attacker. His black hair is long and unwashed, matching his overgrown facial hair. The pale skin on his face grows whiter when he sees what he has done. I begin blinking slower as the rest of my body slows down, and I slightly choke. He panics and looks around; whether he was looking for help or witnesses, I didn’t know. The large hand that had once been wrapped around my now-exposed neck touches my face for a split second, once again like he is comforting me. Then he disappears from my view and runs around to the other side of the car. He grabs my apron and runs off, getting exactly what he wanted. I am alone, sitting in a dark, abandoned alley with no one around and no one coming to look for me. My blood starts to stain my black and white shirt just like a horror film, making it look like I spilled a bottle of Bloody Mary juice down the front of me. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, my body starts to slip out of consciousness. Just as my mind starts to go blank, Connor’s ringtone goes off in the pocket of my jeans, and I drift off to the sound of an old slow song that we were supposed to dance to at our wedding.
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