Misadvetures part two
Part two from The Misadeventures read part one first to get this one. I start walking my way back home from the restaurant eager to get out of there, all those eyes watching. I start to hear footsteps behind me; I look behind me no one is there. “Get a grip you’re being paranoid” I think to myself and start walking faster. “I just want to go home.” Out of nowhere a hand grabs my wrist pulling it behind my back, a shot of pain courses through my arm, as the hand guides me into a dark alley. I was about to scream in anguish when another hand with a hanky covers my mouth and stuffing it in to muffle my cries. I go to grab his hand, clawing away at it with my own …