Who Was He?
I wrote this from ysabetwordsmith's fourth prompt.
“No,” Alyssa walked determinedly onwards, “I do not want to go back to your room.”
“But you let me buy you a drink,” Barry protested, “That means-“
“And I bought you a drink and then we each hung around with other people,” Alyssa snapped back. “I see no reason for either of us to go anywhere with the other.”
“Teasing, frigid, lesbian bitch,” Barry snarled at her, grabbing at her arm and missing, this time, “Time to pay up.”
Alyssa wished she was wearing flats instead of heels so she could run. There were two street lights out in this normally well lit part of the university grounds and the shadows looked much bigger and darker than usual. “None of the above,” she snapped, “I just don’t want to go to bed with you.”
“Don’t need a bed, do we?” He managed to grab her this time and started manhandling her towards the shadows under the trees.
“Stop! Let me go! I don’t want this!” Alyssa was shouting at the top of her voice now, hoping someone would hear, hoping a car would drive past and see that she was struggling. “Fire!”
A flash of light made both of them aware that they were not alone, Barry blinking furiously because it had been straight in his eyes. Alyssa could see the source of the intervention, a dark figure with the light behind him in tracksuit, and joggers with the hood from his jacket pulled up against the chill. In the glow from the phone Alyssa could see a broad nose and dark skin over fingers hitting three numbers on the keypad.
Barry snarled, “What the-?”
The figure put the phone to his ear and said, “Police.”
“Barry,” Alyssa said loudly, “Let me go! I do not want to go anywhere with you.”
“I’d like to report an assault in progress,” said the figure, “I’m sending you a picture. She’s told him to let her go and he hasn’t done it yet. Seems his name is Barry.”
Afterwards, the figure in the tracksuit disappeared before Alyssa could thank him. The police had been very interested in Barry.
“I didn’t get a good look at him,” Alyssa said to the police officer of her rescuer. “He could have been Aboriginal, Maori or an Islander. He could even have been African or African-American, there are a few of those on campus, but I thought the accent was all wrong for that.”
“He could just have been cutting through the university grounds,” the policeman commented, “but the gym down the road’s still open and the two nearest residential buildings, the Theological College and the University Regiment, are mainly male. He could be from any of those. I’m sure we’ll be able to find him if we need his evidence. His number will be against the emergency call.”
“No,” Alyssa walked determinedly onwards, “I do not want to go back to your room.”
“But you let me buy you a drink,” Barry protested, “That means-“
“And I bought you a drink and then we each hung around with other people,” Alyssa snapped back. “I see no reason for either of us to go anywhere with the other.”
“Teasing, frigid, lesbian bitch,” Barry snarled at her, grabbing at her arm and missing, this time, “Time to pay up.”
Alyssa wished she was wearing flats instead of heels so she could run. There were two street lights out in this normally well lit part of the university grounds and the shadows looked much bigger and darker than usual. “None of the above,” she snapped, “I just don’t want to go to bed with you.”
“Don’t need a bed, do we?” He managed to grab her this time and started manhandling her towards the shadows under the trees.
“Stop! Let me go! I don’t want this!” Alyssa was shouting at the top of her voice now, hoping someone would hear, hoping a car would drive past and see that she was struggling. “Fire!”
A flash of light made both of them aware that they were not alone, Barry blinking furiously because it had been straight in his eyes. Alyssa could see the source of the intervention, a dark figure with the light behind him in tracksuit, and joggers with the hood from his jacket pulled up against the chill. In the glow from the phone Alyssa could see a broad nose and dark skin over fingers hitting three numbers on the keypad.
Barry snarled, “What the-?”
The figure put the phone to his ear and said, “Police.”
“Barry,” Alyssa said loudly, “Let me go! I do not want to go anywhere with you.”
“I’d like to report an assault in progress,” said the figure, “I’m sending you a picture. She’s told him to let her go and he hasn’t done it yet. Seems his name is Barry.”
Afterwards, the figure in the tracksuit disappeared before Alyssa could thank him. The police had been very interested in Barry.
“I didn’t get a good look at him,” Alyssa said to the police officer of her rescuer. “He could have been Aboriginal, Maori or an Islander. He could even have been African or African-American, there are a few of those on campus, but I thought the accent was all wrong for that.”
“He could just have been cutting through the university grounds,” the policeman commented, “but the gym down the road’s still open and the two nearest residential buildings, the Theological College and the University Regiment, are mainly male. He could be from any of those. I’m sure we’ll be able to find him if we need his evidence. His number will be against the emergency call.”