of the station as tears streamed down my face. Utter
desperation, complete helplessness. Why was this happening to me? Why
tonight? Hadn’t I been through enough?
I was jarred out of my self-pity by the sound of
heavy footsteps. I saw three persons come into the station at the far entrance.
They began walking towards me. I didn’t know whether to stand still or run.
Running might provoke them to chase after me and I didn’t want to go back down
into those streets. So I stayed, holding my ground and pretending not to notice
them.
When the men got closer, I kept my eyes trained on
the ground, hoping that they would just walk by and carry on their way. But I
could see their shadows darkening the ground by my feet. I looked up
hesitantly, saying a silent prayer for protection.
“What do we have here?” said the apparent leader of
the group. “Looks like someone’s lost her way.”
“She not from around dis area. That’s fo sho .”
“Where you from, girl?” asked the first man.
“Park Slope.”
“Aww man, you a long way from home. Don’t you know
not to come out to this neighborhood? It’s not a good place for people who ain’t from here,” he said, leaning closer, a note of threat
entering his voice.
“I fell asleep on the train,” I said, my lips
trembling.
For some reason I felt the need to explain myself.
“Big mistake,” said the leader, drawing closer to me
and touching a lock of my hair with his finger, before running his hand down my
cheek. “You sure are a pretty girl. A little fat, maybe.”
I shivered. The others laughed as a sinister smile
crossed his face. I flinched at his touch, but stayed silent, too scared to say
anything, afraid of what I might provoke in these men.
“Baby, there’s no need to be scared. We not gonna hurt a pretty girl like you. Come on, how about you
let us give you a ride home?”
“I’ll wait for the train,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Train ain’t coming,” said
the leader. “You don’t want to offend me by turning down my offer to help you,
do you?”
“I really appreciate it, but I’m gonna wait. Thanks, really, but I’m fine here,” I said, my voice shaky and small.
“You sure about that? I wouldn’t be so sure if I was
you. This is a bad neighborhood, I don’t know what might happen to you if you
don’t come with us.”
It was a veiled threat. If I didn’t go with them,
something bad would happen to me. But it looked like something bad would happen
either way. The two other men took me by the arms as their apparent leader walked
out in front, scouting the way.
Suddenly, I had that feeling again like I was being
watched. It’s strange, but given the circumstances, it didn’t bother me. It was
almost like comfort, a familiarity that provided a calmness.
“What da fuck was that?” said one of the men at my
side.
“What?” said their leader angrily, turning around to
face us.
“Did you see that thing?” asked the man on my left.
“Like, I don’t know what it was.”
“Some kind of dog or something,” said the man on my
right. “Real big. Huge dog, like a Rottweiler.”
“You crazy. That thing wasn’t no Rottweiler. Way
bigger than that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” said their
leader, grabbing one of the men by the collar of his jacket.
“Man, we’re telling you we saw something at the end
of the station.”
“Well, where is it?” asked the leader. “I don’t see
anything.”
“It ran into the train,” said the man on my right.
“Let’s turn around and go out the other way.”
“No, that’s bullshit. Don’t be a pussy,” said the
leader, turning around to walk in the direction we’d been heading.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” said the man on
my left.
“Shut the fuck up and follow me.”
We walked forward, the two men holding my arms
tightly, not allowing me any space to maneuver. I felt a strange mixture of fear
and anticipation – and those eyes still watching me
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