Walking down abandoned streets in perhaps the worst city in California at one thirty in the morning. Not the best idea and definitely not how I planned on spending my Saturday night, but I guess I have my best friend to thank for that. My best friend who is drunk out of her mind and who left with not only a spikey-haired scumbag who probably comes to this bar every night, but also left with my car keys. At least I only have a few blocks left.

You’d think that with it being a Saturday, more people would be out. The only lifeform I see is a lanky stray dog jogging up the street ahead of me. And the only sounds I can hear are my shoes padding across the sidewalk, a soft breeze whisping around me and a streetlight’s bulb crackling, threatening to go out. As peaceful as it sounds, my nerves are getting the best of me. Every strange sound made me jump.

Finally a sign of people as I paused at a stop sign, waiting for the car to pass. I rolled my eyes whenever they whistled and cat-called at me. Probably a bunch of drunken teenage boys. I stood thee for a moment, watching the car leave. All of a sudden, something didn’t feel right. I could still hear my footsteps, but they were moving faster. Then it hit me and all of a sudden, my intoxication was replaced with fear. Before I could turn around to see what was coming after me, I had a body harshly pressed against me with a strong hand over my mouth.

My head was spinning as the person pushed me into the alley and against a brick wall, causing me to wince and muffle out a groan against their hand. I heard them saying something, but couldn’t understand it through the ringing in my ears. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness of the alley and I could see their figure. Their female figure. I struggled more now, thinking I might have a chance to escape. But her one hand on my waist kept me firmly pressed against the wall. As I screamed against her hand, I could now see her face. And as much as I hate whoever this girl is right now, she’s absolutely gorgeous. Dark, wavy hair framing her face, which had a smirk plastered on it. She was about my height. Actually, our bodies were about the same, which had me baffled as to how she had so much power over me.