WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL: Episode 21 to 30

?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?

?EPISODE 23 ?

I managed to walk two or three steps away when I heard
somebody ask, “What’s a pretty miss doing here at this time
of the night?”

I heard their footsteps behind me. I increased my pace,
trying to keep my cool, quietly reaching out for my pepper
spray.

“Hey! We’re talking to you!” I felt somebody grab my
arm and pull me back.
“Please!” I managed to say. “I’m just passing through. I
need to get home.”

I saw their faces. They looked older than me and they
stank of pot.

“Come on. Sure you can spare a few hours of fun.”
I shook my head. “Sorry. I have to go.”

I yanked my arm away and tried to escape. But soon the
other guy grabbed my arm again.

“Not too fast!” he said. They both blocked my way and
stared at my face.
“Wow! This one’s a looker,” one guy said.

“Aren’t we lucky?” the other guy grinned maliciously.
“Please! I don’t want trouble,” I pleaded. “I need to get
home. Let me go.”

“Why would we do that? Seeing as you are hot and…
alone,” the guy said, stepping closer to me and pulling me
to him.

I reacted on instinct. I raised my hand, the one holding a
pepper spray, and started spraying on his face. He released me, giving me time to push him away, finding that little space I needed to escape.

I prayed to God that I would make it home in one piece.

I prayed that they weren’t runners. For the second time in
my life, I wished I had a guardian angel who will protect me and save me from a certain doom.

“You, bch!” I heard one of the guys shout. “You will pay
for that!”
I heard their footsteps as they ran after me.

Unfortunately, their strides were longer than mine, and they
were able to close the distance on me within seconds. I felt
somebody grab my jacket and then my arms.

“Help!” I shouted as loud as I could. I struggled to get
away from them, but there were two of them and one of me.

And they were a lot stronger and taller. I flung my arms in
every direction, tried to spray on them again, but one of
them got hold of my hand and the pepper spray. My only
defense now was to shout.

“Help!” I didn’t give up shouting. They pulled me to
them, getting hold of my arms. I sat on the ground, making
it a little difficult to pull me.

Suddenly, I saw a blinding light, and then I heard a
screeching of tires. A car stopped by near us.

“Help!” I shouted once again.
One of my attackers was pulled behind by a strong
force, and the next thing I saw was his body falling to the ground. As he struggled to stand back up, the other guy
released me and went for their attacker.

I was free. That’s when I saw the guy who came to my
aid. He had his back on me. His head was hidden under a
gray hood.

But I couldn’t have mistaken it. I know it was
him. That boy who followed me. The one I called my stalker.
He was driving a black Porsche this time. He fought off my
attackers almost effortlessly.

I turned to grab my bag and started to run. I heard a
sharp scratching sound. I stopped to look behind me and
saw that one of the guys was down on the ground now.

But the other one had a knife with him and he purposefully
scratched the hood of the car of my rescuer.

“Fk!” I heard somebody curse. It could be my rescuer
when he saw what the guy did to his Porsche. Panic was still
gripping my senses. I did the only sensible thing I could
think of at that moment. I ran.

I ran without turning back. I ran without checking if the
boy who helped me made it through the fight scathe-free.

I didn’t even stop until he finished the fight, so I could thank him. I was so scared. I didn’t have time to think logically. I only did what I thought would save my life… or my virtue, or both.

Only when I was safely inside my house did I realize that
I hadn’t been breathing properly. I double-locked the doors.

Then I turned on the lights and checked if all the windows
were also locked. When I peeked through the front window, I
saw a black Porsche pass by. It slowed down in front of my
house and then it sped off.

I breathed in relief knowing that he made it out of the
fight alive and well enough to drive away.

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