BfaR 5

As Eris made her way through the sparsely populated city streets, she remained lost in her whirling thoughts. Her mind was still trying to sift through everything that had just happened, everything her life-long bully had said and done. Much to her disdain, her lips tingled, remembering the touch of his. She shuddered at the thought, shaking her head in an attempt to shake the sensation.

All she wanted was to get home, watch something silly on YouTube or one of her favorite movies, drink some tea and eat something-- she was pretty sure there was ice cream in the freezer.

So **** was she to reach her comfort, she decided to take a short cut back to her parent's townhouse, turning down an alleyway without thinking.

A gasp escaped her as her back hit the wall of one of the buildings, one hand seemingly trying to crush her shoulder as she other firmly covered her mouth. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, landing with a thud.

"Shut the fuck up," growling voice warned, breath rushing over her face. "If you know what's good for ya, you won't try to fight me." She whimpered, nodding as best she could behind his heavy hand. He released her face, hand immediately dropping to yank up her dress. Instinctively, she wiggled slightly, not truly trying to escape, but putting forth a token display of displeasure. The hand on her shoulder grasped her breast painfully as punishment. She barely managed to refrain from crying out.

Suddenly, his presence was absent, signaled only by a brief **** sound from his direction. She slid down the wall until she sat next to her bag. Her eyes barely saw what was happening before her. Someone had saved her, grabbing her attacker by the back of his hoodie and jerking him backwards, slamming him to the ground. Now, they were on one knee at the man's side, arm raising and lowering violently with each word spoken:

"Don't you fucking touch her, bastard!"

Eventually, the **** of her assailant ceased, her rescuer moving to her side. He picked up her bag before turning to her. Rather than bothering to try to get her back on her feet, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her away from the alley and back to the street.

"Are you all right?" Lukas asked, concerned eyes locked on her own. "Did he hurt you?"

Eris barely managed to shake her head, automatically leaning closer to the familiar person holding her securely. He continued down the street for a while, remaining silent.

"Think you can walk now?"

"O-oh... y-yeah..." She blushed brightly as he gently set her on her feet. Holding out her hands to take her bag, she was surprised to see him shake his head.

"I'm no stalker-- I've never followed you home," he stated. "I'm not letting you go the rest of the way alone now." She blinked. That... was almost... sweet...

Diffidently, she turned, continuing her normal path back to her townhouse. He stuck close to her side, eyes scanning their surroundings carefully.