I'm sorry. Pls don't hate me.😂
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I turn a bit and see a maybe 35 year old man. He smells like alcohol.

The corner of his lip flinches.

"Lost? Need a ride?" He asks. Okay creepy.
I snatch my wrist back and shake my head.

"Definitely not. Now if you'll excuse me..."
I murmur as I begin to walk again, but he grabs my wrist again.

"You sure about that?" He asks squeezing my wrist.

"Back the heck off"

I say as I enter the McDonald's.

Their is only 4 other people in the place as I approach the counter.

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I order a meal and sit at a table at the corner of the place.

I hear a ding, and turn my head to the door of the restaurant.

It's that creepy guy, again.
I'm getting this feeling in my stomach.

He smirks at me as he goes up to order.

I pull out my phone.
This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have left school.

I go to messages.
I have countless texts and miss calls from my dads and Piper and Paul

I click on the contact "dad💅🏾"
And text.

'I'm at the McDonald's near rout 23. Please hurry'

I click send and turn my phone off.

I look up a little and see creepy guy sitting at the table in front of me.

He's staring at me.
I pick up my bag and quickly leave the restaurant.

I take my phone and call dad.

"Norabella you're in so much trouble! Do you know how stupid you're acting!?"
He yells through the phone. I turn down the volume a bit.

This was a stupid idea. What the heck am I thinking!?

I'm in a ghetto area late at night by myself. God, why Norabella, why!?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
I murmur quickly as I speed walk down the side walk and back towards the busier area.

I hear somethings behind me. I turn my head a little.

Freaking creepy guy is following me.

"Dad you need to hurry. Someone's following me"
I whisper quietly into the speaker.

"Okay stay calm. We're on our way now. What does he look like?"
Daniel asks me with a completely different tone.

I feel fear building inside me. I feel my eyes watering.

I shouldn't have left school. I so stupid. I'm so stupid.
"Grey jeans, black shirt, brown short hair, maybe 6 feet tall? tan skin-"

I feel someone's hand come over my mouth as I drop my phone.

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It's about to get unrealistic as heck. But it's fan fiction so don't get crazy.