Shiver

Today Cameron was absent. She’d called me early in the morning to say she was sick, and to ask me to copy notes for her. I did so happily. Usually, we walked to class together, but today, since she wasn’t here I decided to take a different route.

There were less students this way and I was daydreaming when somebody pulled me into a janitor’s closet. At first all I could see were mops and other cleaning supplies, smell the musky smell.

And then I heard it.

The low whisper.

“Anna.”

I gave a scream, but his hand covered my mouth, “Come on babe. Don’t be like that.”

I tried to fight, flailing my limbs, but he was so big. “Get away.” My voice couldn’t raise higher than a whisper. I was so scared.

“You know I can’t do that.”