Snap out of it, Addie.
She was so tired of being like this. And right now, her sisters, neither of whom had noticed these men, needed her.
“They’re here. We have to go.” She forced herself to speak as loudly as she could. Her voice cracking, her throat burning in protest.
Getting to her feet, she grabbed both of their hands and tugged.
“Addie, what are you doing?’“ Dotty said, looking up at her. Addie pointed at the men who were nearly upon them. Dotty’s eyes widened, and she grabbed her laptop, snapping it shut before standing.
“Go. Run!” Dotty cried.
“What’s going on? Why are we moving?” Monroe asked as Addie tugged her up.
“Those men!” Addie cried before she started to cough.
How did her sister not sense the danger? Perhaps this is part of the reason why she’d ended up married to a man who obviously wasn’t a very good guy.
“Quick, head into the women’s toilets,” Dotty said as she dragged them along. There was a line, but they pushed their way forward, ignoring the other women who protested.
“Sorry,” Addie said. “Being chased.”
“We’re being chased!” Monroe cried. “Oh my God! What is happening?”
“Who’s chasing you?” a dark-haired woman asked with a frown.
“Four men,” Dotty said, breathing heavily, as she stopped to pull out her phone. “I need to call the police.”
“Hey! You can’t come in here.”
Addie turned to see the men standing at the entrance to the bathroom. Several women were blocking their way, but they pushed at them, causing one of them to fall back onto her bottom.
She yelled, and somebody else pulled out their phone.
“Oh God, Oh God,” Monroe said. “They’re here for us.”
Addie screamed as one of them got through the crowd of women. They were so close. To her shock, one woman clobbered him on the head with her handbag and he turned toward her.
“Monroe, Addie, get into a stall now. Lock the door,” Dotty said.
Addie grabbed Monroe, and was about to shove her into an empty stall just as they heard a commotion at the door.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a man yelled. “Why is my wife calling me to say you’re harassing her?”
One of the women in the line must have called her husband, and when he stepped into the bathroom, Addie could see how big he was. He was built like a wrestler, and he was angry too.
But it was four men against one.
“Security!” someone yelled out. “What’s going on in there?”
“There are several men in here attacking us,” one of the women yelled back as Addie stood in front of Monroe, trying to protect her.
“Addie, get behind me,” Monroe said.
She stayed where she was. It was doubtful that she was the target. It had to be Monroe.
All of the women in the bathroom were pointing at the four men, and security headed toward them. There was a scuffle, and some of the security guards went down before the four men disappeared out the bathroom door.
The big guy that was the first to come in chased after them, while the women all cheered.
