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The man pushed the head of the gun into her temple even harder, and she winced. That was definitely going to leave a mark.
Slowly, they both started to walk toward her door, and she shakily reached into her bag to find her keys. Margery’s fingers brushed up against her knife, and she stilled for a second. Should she try to grab it and hit him with it? Would she be able to stab him?
“Don’t even think about it,” the man whispered in her ear. “Grab your keys and unlock the door. If you don’t, I’m going to shoot.”
Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed her keys. Was he going to kill her after this? Was he going to make it quick and then leave?
Margery had heard about women getting raped; how every time it was different. For some people, it was quick, and the person left. For others, it lasted for hours and hours.
Which one was she going to be? Was he going to kill her after, or was he going to let her go?
Once Margery opened the door, the man pushed her inside, and she fell to the ground. She turned onto her back and could see the man coming toward her.
She carried on rummaging through her bag, trying to get to her knife. Maybe if she got to it, she could use it if he got too close to her. He was going to get close to her beccause he said he was going to have fun with her. But would she be able to give him a fatal blow so he couldn’t shoot her? That was the real question.
Before she could do anything, the man fell to the floor. Her eyes went wide as another man stood over him, holding hisown gun. He was staring at her through the mask he was wearing. The first thing she noticed was his eyes. They were gray, such an odd color.
“Call nine-one-one,” the man instructed. “He should be knocked out until they arrive.”
His voice sounded familiar, but with her panic-filled brain, she couldn’t remember who it was. Margery started to look through her bag, trying to find her phone. The man who saved her turned around and started to walk out.
“Wait!” she called out. “The police.”
“Tell them someone saved you, but you don’t know who. They don’t need to know who,” the man told her. “Now call the police.”
With shaky hands, she dialed nine-one-one but kept her eyes on the man. She jumped as her rescuer’s phone went off. He pulled out his phone and did something. As soon as he did , the operator picked up.
“Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?” a female voice asked through the phone.
“I-I w-was almost r-raped,” Margery stuttered. “T-the man i-is unconscious on my fl-floor.”
“All right, ma’am, I’ll need your address.”
Margery rattled off her address. Her eyes were now focused on the unconscious man in her room. Was he going to wake up before the police got here? Was the same police officer from before going to come?
If the man did wake up, how was she going to subdue him? He was taller and stronger than she was.
“Ma’am?” a voice called out.
Two police officers stood in her doorway, and she pointedtoward the unconscious man. She was still shaking like a leaf. She had almost been raped. She would have been if it wasn’t for that stranger. Who was he? What was he doing? Was that her stalker?
So many questions were running through her head, overwhelming her. What if he was the person who was stalking her, sending her things? What if he was right in front of her, and she had no idea?
“Ma’am? Are you all right?” One of the police officers knelt in front of her.
The other officer walked over to the unconscious man and checked him out. How was she going to explain that a random person helped her out? A random person who didn’t want to be known.
“Ma’am,” the police officer said again. “Can you tell me your name?”
“Margery,” she whispered.
“Can you look at me please?”
She didn’t want to. What if the man woke up and went after her again? She wanted her eyes on him so she could be prepared.
“Ma’am. Officer Johnson has him under control. He’s putting cuffs on him now, so he can’t do anything,” the man said in front of her. “I’m Officer Parker. Can you tell me if you are hurt anywhere?”
Margery finally looked at him. “I’m not. I don’t think I am.”
