Chapter 4- Who Is He?

Kamiko POV

I have not told Brenda this, nor my manager as it may just be me over thinking it. After all, studying criminology changes the way you look at life and I may be seeing something that is not there. I have a feeling that I am being watched, it started just in the bar the other night after I danced with Sebastian, but then the feeling increased and today I have felt it from the moment I walked out of my front door.

I want to tell someone, but I do not know who as I hardly know Brenda and I don’t want my manager thinking I am trouble and firing me. However, I am also not completely stupid as I went out yesterday and bought myself three small bottles of pepper spray. One sits behind the front door, one in my work bag and one is always in my pocket, whether my hoodie or my jeans pocket.

That way if I am not being paranoid, I am also not completely defenseless.

Tonight, the man was in the bar again, he was there from the moment we opened to the moment we closed. He did not even try to hide his presence this time, almost as if he did not care who noticed him. But other than me, no one noticed him.

I did query his presence a few times with my manager, but she just replied with “he is a paying customer, I do not care as long as he keeps drinking” before walking into the back room.

I shrugged and put it to the back of my mind, but I could not shake the feeling that he was watching me intently all night.

When Jeff came in, I thought about telling him but then I thought against it as thought that I was probably being silly and didn’t want to cause trouble for Jeff when it was likely to be nothing. Afterall, if my manager didn’t think the man was dangerous then who was I to question his presence?

A few hours later- just after closing time.

As soon as I left the bar the feeling of being watched filled my body again, I looked around but could not see or hear anyone. It has been like that for the last ten minutes as I head home.

I decide to take the longer route as there are no alleyways or dark sections where an attack could occur, I am not thinking that the person would attack me if they can be seen but I was about to be proved wrong.

As the feeling intensifies, I start to hear footsteps from behind me, they quicken and slow down in pace as I do. It is a little trick I wanted to try, thinking I was going mad but as the footsteps matched mine, I knew I was being followed.

I put my hand in my hoodie pocket and quickly put my hand on the bottle of pepper spray, I take off the lid and prepare it so that I can yank it out fast if I need to. And I don’t have to wait long as the footsteps behind me quicken in pace, causing my heart to pound in my chest.

I turn around as the man closes the gap between us.

“Got you.” He says smirking at me, his hand wrapping around my upper arm tightly.

But his smirk is soon gone, as he reaches out to grab me, I pull my hand out of my pocket and spray him in the face with the pepper spray. I use so much that the bottle quickly empties. He pulls pack in pain and lets out a shriek, his hand releasing my arm. Not even waiting around, I turn back around and take off as fast as my legs can carry me.

But I only get a few feet down the road when I hear him coming up behind me again. I turn my head to look behind me as I continue running, trying to see just how much of the distance he has closed, and I see that he is about to lunge at me.

I try to let out a scream as our bodies collide and he takes us to the ground. I land underneath him and one of his hands wraps around my throat, cutting off my scream before it barely makes it out of my throat. With his other hand he punches me in the head, the punches are hard, yet I fight back with all of my might.

I try to knee him in the groin, but he shifts his body as if anticipating my move, pinning me to the ground and stopping me from moving. I only have one free arm, but I am unable to land any punch.

“Nice try pumpkin, but that wont work on me. Now, stop struggling and make it easier on yourself.” He says to me, the words coming out almost like an order.

“Never.” I manage to spit out at him, I will not go down without a fight.

As my vision goes black, I see him smirking at me and with my last ounce of strength I start to claw at his face with my free hand. I do this to try to get his DNA under my fingernails, at this point I do not expect to survive but I can at least do my darn hardest to make sure this man is caught.

But fate has other plans for me.

“ROGUE! LET HER GO!” Shouts a familiar voice, yet I cannot place it. All I see is a shadow coming closer, looming over us.

A wave of safety washes over me as the man is quickly pulled off me. I lay there on the ground, trying to get my breath back as the pain starts to set in.

The punches that the man landed on me are now really hurting and my throat is sore from where he tried to strangle me. The night air hurts as it rushes back into my throat and lungs. I just lay there on the ground, looking up at the sky as my senses slowly come back to me. I cannot believe how close I was to oblivion.

I look over at the sound of a scuffle and see in the streetlamp light Jeff beating up my assailant.

They are shouting words at each other, but my mind will not take in what they are saying. At the moment it is trying to deal with what the hell is going on, and it is not coping very well.

I hear footsteps quickly approaching from the corner of the road and I look up, ready to try to fight again, even though I know it wouldn’t be a long fight, but I am surprised to see Brenda run round the corner.

Why is she here? How is she here? But before I can even voice my thoughts, she bends down and starts to check me over. She looks down at my injuries and I watch as her eyes get darker with each injury she sees, what is going on with her eyes?

I try to ask her, but all that comes out are grunts and gasps.

“Don’t try to speak.” She says calmly to me before she stands up and turns to Jeff.

“We need to get a doctor out to see her.” She says while heading over to Jeff, who is still pinning the now unconscious assailant to the ground.

“You go and I will deal with him. I will also alert Alpha Sebastian.” Brenda says.

Rogue? Alpha? What the hell is going on? I think to myself, but I am quickly brought out of my thoughts when a set of hands touch me. I let out a scream, scared that there is another person trying to get me.

“I have you.” Jeff says, picking me up and wrapping me into his chest, causing me to stop screaming once I realize that I am safe.

I just lay there in Jeff's arms, the feeling of home and safety washing over me as he carries me home.

It does not even cross my mind to ask how he knows where I live.