Stood there, silently quivering underneath my bathrobe, the man edged closer to me in an almost sinister way. From the corner of my eye, I spotted my clutch bag – abandoned on the side table and next to my half-eaten, stale chicken burger. That bag had my phone in it, and was my only lifeline right now.
As the strange man reached out as if he was going to touch me, I ducked under his arm and made a bolt for my bag. As quick as lightning, I managed to grab the clutch bag and furiously scrambled inside of it to retrieve my mobile phone.
“Stay back!” I warned, moving behind the kitchen island, as the man grinned my way and walked toward me.
Pulling out my phone and desperately trying to type my pin in to unlock it, he was gaining on me, so reaching out my other hand, I picked up th
