As Gemma clocked out, she put on her sweater and her mittens and began walking home. As she was going home, she checked her watch and noticed how late it was and decided to take a shortcut through an alley.
As Gemma continued walking, she suddenly felt like she was being followed, and each time she turned, she saw no one around. "What's wrong with me?" she muttered to herself. She was then suddenly pulled into a corner."Let go, " she shouted. "Not this time," the strange man shouted, Gemma shrugged her nose as she was hit by the smell of alcohol from the man. "Let go!!" she struggled more with her eyes close " stop struggling" the man tried holding her down, she suddenly remembered the voice of the man, she looked at him and saw it was the man from the bar "You!!" she struggled even more. After much struggling the Man finally was able to hold her down in place, and when Gemma realized that she couldn't over power him a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks "No, please" she begged him but at her tears he seemed to smile even more "what happened to that sharp tongue of yours" he snickered.
Gemma had finally given up knowing what was going to happen next. She clossed her eye as tight as she could hoping to not see what was going to be done when she suddenly felt a release on her hand just to open her eyes and see the man on the floor with blood on his face . Shocked of what just happened, she held unto something quickly, trying to stand up only to notice that what she had grabbed was a man. At the sight of the tall manly figure in front of her, she moved away quickly, retrieving her hands.
She stood up swiftly and began running. She didn't care to know whom the man was if he had just saved her cause he was good or he saved her in ordering to take the drunkards' position. She ran as fast as she could, not looking back,she had run faster than she could ever imagine.
After some hours of running, she finally came to a stop on the main street. She had found herself under the dim street light. She saw at the corner of her eye a man standing there. Initially, she was scared, but when she noticed his uniform, she realized he was a police officer. She quickly rushed to him, pulling him. " Sir, sir, please, I..." she could barely make out words from her short of breath. "What are you saying, miss?" he said, worried. "Come, come, come," she pulled him as she pointed towards the alleyway.
As she stood behind the officer, she showed him to where she was attacked by the drunkard from the bar. As he shone his light and searched around, he hadn't seen anyone. "He was here, I know it." He turned to her "miss are you sure there was a man here?" She tried explaining to him she was even looking for the stream of blood that came from the drunkard after he was hit "He, he was here" with no evidence showing anything, tears began streaming down her cheeks.
The officer turned to her. "Are you drunk, madam?" he looked at her as he smelt a wiff of alcohol on her."No, the smell is from my work. I work at a bar. " The officer looked at her disappointment as he cautioned her to never do such a thing as giving false information to an officer.
After the incident with the officer, Gemma walked home, having so much on her mind,alongside being scared and annoyed that the officer thought she was a drunk.