started to roll in when walked out to her car. She felt a chill run down her spine as she looked for her keys in small tattered brown purse. She grabbed them and suddenly dropped them for some reason she felt panic inside. She looked around, the parking lot was deserted, and there really was no cause for her to be alarmed.
She bent down to pick up her keys when she heard footsteps coming up from behind her, it had to just be Marcus the bagger she thought. She then heard another set of footsteps, she felt the hair’s on the back of her neck stand straight up. Her breathing was labored and she struggled with her keys to unlock her small beat up blue Mazda 323.
The steps were coming closer, and she knew she would need to act fast, she dug deep into her purse and her hand grasped at the small plastic can of mace. She pulled it out and had it in her hand; she spun around and then didn’t see anyone there. Her heart pounded hard and fast she didn’t know what to think, “Hello?” She said. Her voice was barely a whisper.
She was greeted with silence, the fog seemed to have gotten thicker, she couldn’t see beyond her own hand. The air felt thick and moist, she didn’t know what she could do, her mind went straight to using her round house kick her older brother taught her when she was twelve.
She wasn’t sure if she was even capable of doing such a move but it was all she had in her arsenal besides her mace. She turned back around to her car and unlocked the door; she climbed in and locked the doors. She took a deep breath; her heart was still pounding hard. “Okay silly, Cinnamon nothing to worry about, just the fog and people probably walking home from the bar,” She said allowed.
She opened turned the key in her car and it wouldn’t start, “Come on you piece of shit!” she yelled in vain at it. She reached in purse for herself phone and realized it was at home, she had forgotten it this morning when she left for work.
“Shit,” she said aloud. She knew her only option was to walk back through the fog to the store and use the phone. She felt her palms sweat against the fake leather steering wheel. “You’re being silly, come on lets go call triple AAA” She said with a smile trying to make herself not be afraid.
When she opened the car door, it slammed shut and startled her enough to scream. She peered out her window and she could only make out a few figures, they were all moving so quickly. She recognized on figure, 6’5 tall, dark and handsome, why was Jake here?
Suddenly a body hit the hood of her car, it looked like a man, and he was bleeding, or was he? Cinnamon tried to duck down and yet kept her head up to see what was going on. Did Jake just kill someone? Her hands started to shake uncontrollably Cinnamon tried her best to keep her calm.
It felt like an hour had past but it really was over in moments, and soon Jake was at her door, “It’s safe now,” he said. Her driver side window was open just a crack. Cinnamon didn’t dare open her door now, this man was a murder, and crazy.
“No, I’ve got mace stay back!” she yelled. She held out her mace and sprayed his face. It wasn’t mace in her hand but her emergency inhaler, she felt lame as Jake laughed.
“Cinnamon do I look like a crazy murder?” he asked.
“Wait, don’t answer that…” He said quickly.
“Listen, I promise I won’t hurt you, in fact I was protecting you,” he said.
Cinnamon still didn’t trust him, but having seen him move quicker than any man she had before she knew she had no hope of escape.
“I know this looks bad but trust me, we need to go come with me,” he ordered. He quickly pulled her from the driver seat. Cinnamon struggled at first but it became clear it was in vein. Jake was stronger, bigger and tougher than she was.
They came to a large motorcycle parked at the end of