//Warnings: Stalker behavior, attempted assault//

"Good night, Max, Marie." You said to your boss and co-worker. Marie smiled at you.

"Night, [Y/N]. Have a safe walk home." She said. You smiled and nodded in thanks. You put on your coat and walked out of the store. You lived close to the boardwalk, so you could walk to and from work. You made your way through the mass of bodies that were walking through the boardwalk, apologizing when your shoulder bumped into another person's. Finally, as you got onto the road, you relaxed. As you walked down the road towards your house, you felt like someone was following you. You glanced behind you and saw someone was following you. By the way he was swaying it was clear that he was drunk. You quickened your pace. The footsteps became quicker. This man was fairly quick for being drunk. You were nearing your house, when someone pushed you into an alleyway. You tried to scream, but a hand covered your mouth.

"You better not scream, pretty thing. If you don't make a sound, I promise to be gentle." The voice slurred. How had this man caught up to you so quickly? Just as you closed your eyes and expected the worst, there was a grunt of pain and the body seemed to collapse. You looked in front of you and saw Paul standing there. He was glaring down at the body.

"Fuckin' drunk." He muttered. He turned his gaze back to you. "Are you okay?" He asked. Tears filled you eyes. You rushed over and hugged Paul, crying into his chest.

"I-I was so scared!" You cried. Paul froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around you waist. He rested his head on top of yours.

"It's okay now, he can't hurt you anymore." He said reassuringly. "You're safe."