Someone is at the door

Krissy’s hesitation was broken by a sudden attempt to open the door from the other side. The other person pulled against repeatedly, the deadbolt keeping them out.

“Hey, open up the door, you son of a bitch!” A man’s voice shouted from the other side.

Krissy flinched at the sound and stepped back from the door.

“I said open this door before I kick it in! I can hear you in there.” The man said menacingly.

Krissy looked wildly around, trapped in the small room, knowing she couldn’t spend all night hiding in the men’s room. She wasn’t sure what she would do or say, but she didn’t want to make the man any angrier than he already sounded, so she reached out and turned the deadbolt with a trembling hand.

As Krissy unlocked the door, she prepared to apologize and leave the room, but the man on the other side shoved his way in, shoving the small girl to the side as he entered the room.

Krissy reeled and saw the man staring down at her as the door slowly closed behind him, leaving her alone in the room with a man from the bar.

She looked at him, at least six feet tall, a full foot taller than her, and dressed in jeans, a dirty shirt, and a jacket. He looked rough and maybe more than a little drunk.

In return, he leered hungrily at Krissy. Her small frame, barely five feet tall with a narrow waist, full natural breasts, and long brown hair, her makeup still streaked around her eyes from her tears earlier.