cxrcxs || based on this prompt
She shouldn’t have been out so late. She shouldn’t have been wearing such a beautiful dress either. She knew it would bring trouble, but trouble already found her once that evening. A date gone awry. She thought to herself. Not-so-Prince-Charming wasn’t looking for more than a fling while she was looking for commitment. Apparently, that was wrong of her.
She fled from the restaurant down the city streets managing to keep any tears and sorrow at bay. She kept the skirt of her dress down as she walked briskly her hair beginning to fall out of its careful bun. She thought tonight would be different. She had hope.
Now, as she heard the catcalls of two men, she tried hard not to freeze. Hope left her body. The calls continued as she realized there were two men behind her, one walking down the alley she just passed.
“I’m sorry, I’m late to see my boyfriend.” She lied scolding herself for even engaging. The closer they got, the more fear gripped her. She wished she had hailed a cab. She also wished she hadn’t just lost her shoe.
This night was turning out great.