Selena’s POV
Of course. The streetlights were broken again.
I kept walking, hand inside my bag, fingers wrapped around the cold plastic of my taser. Ever since what happened to Katarina, I didn’t go anywhere without it. Not even to the corner store. Especially not at night.
My boots clicked along the sidewalk. Shadows stretched across the alley to my right. I sped up.
Then I heard it.
Footsteps. Behind me.
Fast. Getting closer.
I turned my head.
A hooded figure.
Running.
Right at me.
“Hey! Wait!” a voice shouted.
“Hell no,” I breathed, bolting into the alley. My heartbeat was in my ears. My throat closed up.
I whipped the taser out. Pressed the button.
Click.
Nothing. The red light blinked but didn’t spark.
“s**t”
The figure lunged.
"Don’t f*****g follow me" I spun around
