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laurel continued to peer at her hands as she fiddled her thumbs, unknowing that her foot was tapping out of sheer nervousness. she was being invaded - beady eyes, slimy comments and uncontrolled hands currently dictated her life and overtook her personal space as the creep from the bar placed his hand just above her head, leaning into her, the scent of mixed alcohol and cigarettes overwhelming her senses. the brick wall of the infamous bar behind her left a cold mark against her back as she pushed into it, consistent in checking her phone for a message from silas; sent eight minutes ago.. sent nine minutes ago.. she was waiting and counting down for her somewhat knight in lack of shining armor to come to what she would HOPE to be, her rescue. it wasn’t until familiarity was in plain view that she felt her heat flutter, looking past the disgusting body hovering over her to see silas. her lips finally tugged into a grin and she sighed out in utter relief, “silas, thank god.”