I hastily checked my pockets. I left my phone at the bakery or at home! The cold sweat was running all over my back as my clothes were sticking to me more and more. I kept running but he was faster, he was way taller than me. His longer legs were making him get closer with each long step he took while running after me. I’m doomed, I’m doomed. What does he want? If he was friendly, he would have said something! I took a deep breath as I was losing control of my breathing. I had to concentrate on pacing myself as well as I could to run away as much as possible. I had to get to the house, someone would be able to help me there. But my legs were slowly and inevitably giving up. I wasn’t really the sporty type.
“Finally done running, missy?” I heard his voice only a step away from me. It was u
