I tightened my grip on my bag and picked up my pace. The streets were too quiet, the only sounds were my footsteps echoing on the pavement and the occasional flicker of a streetlight. I kept glancing over my shoulder, reminding myself not to look scared, even though I was. I told myself I would be fine. I just had to keep walking.
But then I heard it. Another set of footsteps. Heavy.
I turned, heart jumping, and saw a man behind me. At first I thought maybe he was just heading the same way. But then he picked up speed.
I froze.
“Hey,” he called, his voice slurred and aggressive. “Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetheart?”
I turned and ran.
I didn’t even think. My legs moved on instinct. But I didn’t get far before he grabbed my arm and yanked me back.
“No! Let go!” I screame
