Alana
I was washing my hands at the rather dingy basin when Terry waltzed into the bathroom as if he belonged there. I saw his reflection in the mirror and watched as he leaned against the door, blocking the exit.
"Well, I was wondering how long it would take for you to get rid of the leach you call a boyfriend." He smirked. "I was starting to think you hadn't understood my hints."
He straightened and walked toward me, coming to stand behind me. He caressed my arm, the tips of his calloused fingers grazing my skin. It made me feel physically ill.
"I think you've misread this situation. I'm not interested in anything you have to offer." I said firmly, stepping away from him.
His eyes shot up to mine before he advanced again, pressing me against the wall. His breath smelled of alcoh
