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“You open?” He finally asks in a strong clear voice, making me jump and half wonder if maybe I am just letting my imagination run away with me.
I don’t know why, but I peer over the countertop. My head bobbing in a nod but my mouth’s hanging open and my heart feels like it stops when I lock eyes on the guy.
Cold, gray eyes. Almost lifeless until they narrow on me.
The restroom door swings open again, making me start but suit guy here doesn’t flinch. “Youdone?” He asks his companion in a tone close to annoyance. My eyes dart to suit number two.
He’s a little shorter than number one but has the same steely eyes. Both of them so nondescript I’m already having trouble in my mind trying to piece together a description for the police.
He sniffs and stabs a nod, “Prostate…” He rasps, both sets of eyes shifting to me again. And my first question is what the hell is it with men and this Prostate thing? But I guess I’ll have to look it up later.
If there is a later.
These are the men from the other night, no doubt about it. So I resolve to do what I shoulda done that night and inform the authorities.
“Petra.” The tallest one says aloud, as if he’s looking for the name in a phone book. Those dull but angry eyes moving over me as I stand all the way up, making my knees knock for all the wrong reasons.
“How- How’d you know my name?” I ask, trying to sound like a girl who can handle herself. Or maybe more like a girl about to shit herself.
“It’s on your name badge.” He tells me, sighing to himself. Instantly revealing that this guy’s eyes might be cold and lifeless but they seeeverything.
Including little girls who see things they shouldn't.
“You’re coming with us.” Number two cuts in, making number one suck air in through his teeth. Annoyed his own speech is interrupted. But my head’s already shaking.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m at work and they're the ones who’ll be going someplace with bars and cold floors… real soon. I just need to raise the alarm somehow.
And to who?
The rain gods outside? The winkingFuckstopsign?
I open my mouth to give them both the what for, both of them moving the edges of their soaked jackets just enough for me to see the huge handguns holstered under their pits. No badge either. These guys aren’t cops and they're not my friends.
“I said… With.Us…” Number one echoes back, calmer now he's finally shown someone what he actually has on underneath.
The wind howls like a warning. The diner door slams but I don't jump this time. It’s my one chance outta here and I have to take it.
“I- I’ll call the cops!” I shriek, spotting the shining rig I did indeed hear pulling up.
If there is a trucker outside, he’ll come running to help. ‘Round here they always do. And these two clowns will get a-
But it’s a fantasy I don't quite get to finish. Thunder cracks overhead so loud I stifle a scream that would never be heard. The lights pop. Every single globe in the place exploding as the ‘Fuckstop’ blows more than just a fuse. I feel hands on me, strong hands. But not trucker’s hands. They’ve both got a hold of me in seconds.
Until the popping starts again.
It’s not lights this time but it’s lights out for at least one of them when I feel their grip loosen. The muted groans of the two shadowy men falling to a silence that sounds kinda permanent as they both slump to the floor.
Stronger hands have me now and in the semi-darkness, I make out his huge shape. Hear his heaving breaths. The smell of real man and wet leather filling my nose before I feel my world turn upside down.
The scratching of stubble against my skin. The tense muscle and strength that shouldn’t make me swoon, but it does.
It takes a moment for the shock to register, once a huge hand grips my ass harder and in a way that could only mean one thing. I realize maybe the trucker that’s supposed to be coming to rescue me is snatching me for himself as he hoists me over his shoulder like a duffel bag.
And despite the now freezing rain and my poor attempt at resistance, it’s clear he’s taking me back to his truck. Away from this. Away from those men.
I know in my heart I’ve never felt safer with anyone and more than just a tiny bit curious to know just what exactly he plans to do with me now.
The ‘Fuckstop’ sign flickers back to life as my view of the world bobs and sways. The diner getting farther away but maybe living up to its namesake after all.
