I walked stiffly into the woman’s bathroom, thinking, no, praying that he wouldn’t follow me. Guess I was wrong. He struts into the bathroom, a half empty beer bottle in his hand. His head lolls from side to side as if he’s drunk. Which, of course, he is. “Hey baby, where ya heading?” He asked in a slurred voice as if he can’t find his tongue.His olive green eyes are glazed. I remain silent as I search for an exit. None. I almost scream out loud. He walked closer to me. I can hear everything as the adrenaline pulses through my veins. The sound of his footsteps, steadily getting closer. The sound of his beating heart, stuttering. The sound of my breath, coming in shallow pants. Suddenly, he’s right in front of me, his breath warm and sickly sweet with beer. I almost gag. Then he starts to wrap his arms around me. He licks my neck. Eww. I think. He grabs my thighs like there lifesavers and he drowning. That’s when I snap. My knee rises up and lands neatly between his legs. He lets out a howl of pain and he stumbled back from me. I feel my legs running towards the stalls. I start to climb one, not thinking. He grabs my ankle and yanks me down. He grabs my waist again, this time grabbing my butt and he force his slobbery lips against mine. I almost scream and I push him roughly away, punching him in the nose as well. I climb the toilet and heave myself onto of the beams and stare down at the man, thinking he couldn't reach me. I hate being wrong. he climbs up the same way i did and he lunges for me. I aim a kick at him that sends him flying into the metal dispenser. I hear a horrible gurgling sound and the guy falls to the ground, a huge gaping wound on his side. The edge of the metal dispenser had cut open his side. Blood starts to pour form the wound like no tomorrow and cover the ground. I jump down, landing nimbly on my feet, and I was about to walk through the door, when I stopped. I realized, I didn't want the man dead. I just wanted him far away from me. I turned back, wet a bunch of paper towels, cleaned his wound, and then, I left. As I walked home, still jumpy with the adrenaline, I could feel his hands wrapping around my waist. His slobbery drunk lips against mine... I shook my head and continued walking, determined to get home. 

The next morning, I sleepily crawled out of bed, laced my robe around my thin and willowy form, and I shuffled to the kitchen to make myself tea. My Czech wolf dog, Felix, trotted in and sniffed the air. I smiled, patted his head gently, and curled up on the couch with the newspaper in one hand and my tea in the other. My heart stops as I see the man who followed me last night in the front picture, looking healthy and upset. I read the words, setting my tea down for fear of dropping the cup.

INCOMING REPORT!

Last night, 34 year old Adam Carter was found bleeding on the woman's bathroom floor with a huge gash to his side. He claims that he doesn't remember what happened. After further inspection, we find that he was drunk and had chased a girl into the bathroom. We still have yet to find out what happened to the girl. We went to a witness from the bar for more information. "I saw a girl about the age of 18, willowy and very pretty, walk into the woman's bathroom. Then I saw a man, thin and slightly muscular, follow after her, drunk." Said the bartender, Victor Shawl. We still have yet to figure out whether the woman was wounded, but Adam has be sentenced for five days in jail for...

I drop the newspaper on the ground, fear lacing through my veins. Felix gently nudged my thigh, bringing me back to the present. I took deep and even breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. The man's name had been Adam Carter. I shivered as I remembered his rough hands lacing around my hips, holding me below my waist. His roughly carved lips forcing themselves against mine. I shake my head sharply, cricking my neck. I winced and I picked my tea back up and took another sip. I don't know why I was scared. Was it because I was afraid he would find out what I was? That I wasn't human? Or was I afraid to see him again? my mind was too hazy to think straight. I rubbed my left temple, feeling a terrible headache coming on. That's when i heard a knock on my door. I set my tea down and without hesitation, I opened the door. I smiled when I saw my friend, Lia. "Hey girl! Sleep well?" She asked lightly. I blushed when I realized I was till in my bathrobe and my slippers. "Yeah. Why don't you come on in? It's freezing out!" I said gently, shoeing her inside. Felix rushed to Lia and jumped up on his hinds legs, wagging his tail. "Down Felix!" I scolded, pushing him lightly off Lia. "Hey boy." Lia said sweetly. I smiled at her. She turned to me and smiled brightly. "Did you see the snow falling outside? Or were you still sleeping?" Lia asked brightly. I laughed and looked out the window. Sure enough, a thin la
yer of snow covered the ground. "Wow!" I laughed. "Hey, are you going to the church bible study on Wednesday?" My friend asked, sitting on my couch and picking the news up. I stared out the window, watching the baby soft snow falling. I heard Lia gasp. "Poor girl. I hope they find her." She muttered quietly. My heart stuttered slightly. Suddenly, a knock came at my door. my heart started to flutter. "I wonder who it could be at this time." Lia said quietly, standing up. I slowly walked to the door. It seemed to be getting farther away. Suddenly, i was opening the door. And I met those dreaded olive green eyes. I freeze and my heart stops. "That's her." He says. I black out.