must have started running much faster. My breathing gets heavier the more overwhelmed I start to feel with every confusing thought that rambles on in my mind. Pain grows in my chest, and my running pace gets faster. I speed up when passing by the parked car. Trying to calm down but the pain gets too much and palpitates. My chest feels like I’m having a heart attack!
“Make it stop!” I begin to weep, crouching with my hands on my knees and my head down against my chest.
“Lady, are you okay?!” The voice startles me and sets my attack worse.
With my hand placed on my chest, I manage to shake my head in response, “No.” Unable to barely speak I beg, “It hurts! Make it stop!”
A hand rests on my back, “It’s okay, take deep breaths whenever you can and think calm thoughts, think about your daughter, it’s just a big anxiety attack.”
I try as he says, anything to help and stop the feeling of painfully dying. The palpitations ease and aren’t as close together or intense anymore. It feels like my chest is going through labor contractions!
“I’m sorry, this hasn’t happened to me before.” My head rises and my posture straightens back up again.
“It’s you!” I recall the dog walker. He’s wearing all plain black clothes just as I figured.
“I can explain!” He steps back his distance from me as if I’m going to throw a punch.
Turning to jog away he stops me, “Wait!” but I continue to steer away from him.
“I don’t know who or what you think I am, but I didn’t mean to scare you!” He calls out.
Stopping again I and turn to respond, “Then why are you following me? How did you even know that I have a daughter or that I noticed you before?”
“Well, you aren’t very good at hiding it.” He smiles, my face easily blushes in embarrassment.
“Look,” he shows me his police badge from his pocket near his gun. “I’m not the bad guy.”
I’ll be the one to determine that ! “Are you working with my dad?”
“No, I mean yes. Dennis asked me to secretly keep an eye on you.”
My shoulders relax back and ease into place. My annoying, not so little brother is looking out for his big sister. That bastard should have told me! What the fuck was he thinking?
“Okay, well that doesn’t explain the creepiness,” referring to his all black Peeping Tom night wear.
“I know, I can be pretty straight forward sometimes.”
His hands are so clean like he just had a manicure. “Nice watch.” It’s too shiny not to notice. “Look, I gotta go. I’m just picking up my daughter from school. You don’t have to follow me anymore,” I reassure.
“Well maybe the next time we run into each other it will be for a coffee.” He steps in towards me close enough to make me have to look up at him. He is definitely tall!
My eyebrows rise in the awkward moment. “Or not. What did you say your name was?” recalling that he never gave me one.
He laughs and stretches out his hand to offer a handshake. “I didn’t. My name is Drew. So I’ll stop following you, since you asked, but only if a beautiful woman like you will accompany me on a coffee date, or just coffee…”
Honestly, how weird do they come? My hand pats his shoulder instead, “I’ll let you know when I find a beautiful woman like me to keep that promise, but you may want to try the brothel. I hear they are cheap.”
I don’t care how cute he is, I can get my own coffee, and at least I know what is put in it. Besides, most murderers and kidnappers are good looking, so they lure you in easier.
Drew is more slender than Sebastian and Dennis but has a strong athletic build, not something I could see from far away.
Woof! Woof! “Look, it’s just a coffee, and here is my number if you need me, or anything... at all,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card and hands it to me. “I gotta go, my dog is still in the car, so I hope to hear from you.”
My sweaty hand accepts the fancy business card
“Make it stop!” I begin to weep, crouching with my hands on my knees and my head down against my chest.
“Lady, are you okay?!” The voice startles me and sets my attack worse.
With my hand placed on my chest, I manage to shake my head in response, “No.” Unable to barely speak I beg, “It hurts! Make it stop!”
A hand rests on my back, “It’s okay, take deep breaths whenever you can and think calm thoughts, think about your daughter, it’s just a big anxiety attack.”
I try as he says, anything to help and stop the feeling of painfully dying. The palpitations ease and aren’t as close together or intense anymore. It feels like my chest is going through labor contractions!
“I’m sorry, this hasn’t happened to me before.” My head rises and my posture straightens back up again.
“It’s you!” I recall the dog walker. He’s wearing all plain black clothes just as I figured.
“I can explain!” He steps back his distance from me as if I’m going to throw a punch.
Turning to jog away he stops me, “Wait!” but I continue to steer away from him.
“I don’t know who or what you think I am, but I didn’t mean to scare you!” He calls out.
Stopping again I and turn to respond, “Then why are you following me? How did you even know that I have a daughter or that I noticed you before?”
“Well, you aren’t very good at hiding it.” He smiles, my face easily blushes in embarrassment.
“Look,” he shows me his police badge from his pocket near his gun. “I’m not the bad guy.”
I’ll be the one to determine that ! “Are you working with my dad?”
“No, I mean yes. Dennis asked me to secretly keep an eye on you.”
My shoulders relax back and ease into place. My annoying, not so little brother is looking out for his big sister. That bastard should have told me! What the fuck was he thinking?
“Okay, well that doesn’t explain the creepiness,” referring to his all black Peeping Tom night wear.
“I know, I can be pretty straight forward sometimes.”
His hands are so clean like he just had a manicure. “Nice watch.” It’s too shiny not to notice. “Look, I gotta go. I’m just picking up my daughter from school. You don’t have to follow me anymore,” I reassure.
“Well maybe the next time we run into each other it will be for a coffee.” He steps in towards me close enough to make me have to look up at him. He is definitely tall!
My eyebrows rise in the awkward moment. “Or not. What did you say your name was?” recalling that he never gave me one.
He laughs and stretches out his hand to offer a handshake. “I didn’t. My name is Drew. So I’ll stop following you, since you asked, but only if a beautiful woman like you will accompany me on a coffee date, or just coffee…”
Honestly, how weird do they come? My hand pats his shoulder instead, “I’ll let you know when I find a beautiful woman like me to keep that promise, but you may want to try the brothel. I hear they are cheap.”
I don’t care how cute he is, I can get my own coffee, and at least I know what is put in it. Besides, most murderers and kidnappers are good looking, so they lure you in easier.
Drew is more slender than Sebastian and Dennis but has a strong athletic build, not something I could see from far away.
Woof! Woof! “Look, it’s just a coffee, and here is my number if you need me, or anything... at all,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card and hands it to me. “I gotta go, my dog is still in the car, so I hope to hear from you.”
My sweaty hand accepts the fancy business card
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