I was terrified when the biker sat next to me on the bus but then he handed me a note that made me sob uncontrollably in front of everyone. I’m a seventeen-year-old girl. Five foot two. A hundred and ten pounds. And this man was a monster. Leather vest. Gray beard down to his chest. Tattoos covering every inch of his arms. He smelled like gasoline and cigarettes. The bus was half empty. He could have sat anywhere. But he chose the seat right next to me. I pressed myself against the window. Made myself as small as possible. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I clutched my backpack to my chest like a shield….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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