Sta.sh
Everything flashed by so fast and in a matter of seconds I was slammed up against the alley wall and the person's hand was around my throat. I gasped for air and in the dim lights I could see his crystal blue eyes lock with mine.
"Christian?" he said quietly and he released me from his death grip.
I fell onto the stones with a thud and he backed away slowly as if he was remembering something awful that only could be his worst of nightmares.
"No. No, it can't be..." he whispered shaking his head.
It was only seconds later when he turned away and ran off at an unbelievable speed.
I stood up and rubbed my neck thinking one thing.
Who was that and what just happened?
~~~
It was early in the afternoon when I woke up the next day. People could be heard bustling on the streets and a sliver of light was peering in the hole in my curtains. After I climbed out of bed I looked in the mirror and saw purple bruises forming on my neck. At first I wondered where they had come from, but then I remembered my run in with the guy last night.
Instantly my thoughts became set on figuring out who he was and why he called me Christian last night. Also, I wondered why he was walking around town when I was the only one brave enough to roam the streets at the middle of the damned night.
"Ashley, are you alive up there?" My mother called and I jumped. She had scared me because I wasn't expecting her to call me. Usually she didn't.
"Yes, Mom. I'm fine, just a little bit tired," I yelled down.
I laid back down on my bed and shut my eyes.
I'm going searching for that blue eyed man tonight.
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