“God, these stupid fucking shoes.” The soles of my feet are killing me and I feel like my toes are being crushed in a vice with every step I take in these ridiculous heels.
Whenever will I learn not to wear them on a night out? Probably never because they make my legs look great– yet I still put myself through torture every time.
Gravel crunches underneath the red-bottoms as I take the short walk home, dipping through the stray people who are still lingering around the streets at this ungodly hour. The cold winter air bites at my exposed skin but it’s nothing the alcohol in my system won't fix.
Two bottles of champagne and however many shots, for my best friend's birthday, will have my blood buzzing for the rest of the night.
Gripping the hem of my black leather skirt, I yank it back down again then tightly wrap my jacket around myself, protecting my bare chest from the bitter wind. The last thing Ineed is to catch another cold, I’m still recovering from the last one but I refuse to wallow in bed, that isn’t my vibe.
Invite me out for a drink? You best believe my ass is there.
Just as I’m about to turn down the street that leads to my home, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle with awareness.
Someone is behind me.
I can feel it, but I refuse to turn around, fear turning my once intoxicated blood, cold.
Keeping my head down and fists tight around my jacket, I start to pick up speed, the pavement rushing past my cloudy vision as I head towards my house. I’m almost there, I just need to grab–
“Where are you running off to, little lady?”
A gravely voice stops me in my tracks and it’s the first mistake I’ve made tonight. I should just keep walking, ignore him but I don’t like the thought of my back being unprotected. I need to see with my own eyes who I’m dealing with.
Slowly I turn around whilst slipping my hand into my pocket to grab my keys. The metal is cold against my touch but I manage to slide my house key in between my fore-finger and middle-finger, ready to strike if I need to.
“Just heading home, you have a nice night.” I shove the fear to the back of my throat and speak with a clear, firm tone but it doesn’t deter him. His stocky build sways slightly, probably from a heavy night of drinking and I don’t miss the way he starts to walk up the path towards me. There’s a good amount of distance between us and I could probably run to my house at the dead end of the street, but would I make it?
Probably not. Even without these shoes on and the alcohol in my system, I’d more than likely fall and this stranger would have the upper hand on me.
Without dropping my gaze, I carefully start to walk backwards, cautious of my steps. He stops walking and I can only hopethat he’s taken the fucking hint that I’m not interested in his advances.
Everything is fine.
Just keep walking.
Keep your head down and keep walking.
My own thoughts rattle around in my head as I tear my gaze away from him and begin the walk back home again. It’s not far now, I can practically see my front door under the glowing street light.
I’m so close.
“Hey! I’m not done talking to you, bitch!”
The alcohol curdles in my stomach and I can feel the impending vomit threatening to make an appearance.
I don’t look back and I don’t stop walking.
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, you little slut!”
The stranger’s voice is riddled with anger at my ignorance but no man deserves my attention, not unless I’m willing to give it to them.
I can feel the tears welling in my eyes as his heavy footsteps begin to catch up with mine. Cold, stabbing fear runs havoc throughout my body as I try to put some distance between us but it’s no use. He’s too fast, and just as I’m about to push open the gate to my front garden, Ifeelhim.
A clammy, rough hand smothers my face to silence my screams whilst a heavy arm bands around my middle, successfully locking my arms in place. I struggle in his hold, throwing my body around like a fish out of water, legs kicking with every ounce of energy that I can muster up.
His stale breath brushes over the side of my face as he drops his mouth to my ear. “You’re an ignorant little bitch, you know that? I never said you could walk away from me.” His gritty voice sends a deathly shiver down my spine but I don’t stop fighting,shaking my head from side to side in the hopes that I might crack him in the face.
Someone please help me.
