I didn't know who this person was, but he was messing with the best night of my school life. His hands were big and rough. I knew my arm was going to be black and blue in the morning. That was assuming that I saw morning.
He kicked at a door and threw me into a room that smelled of oil and sawdust. I stumbled against a table with something that caught my dress. I heard it tear and the pressure started building behind my eyes. I loved that dress. My attacker grabbed me off the floor and pushed me against that same table.
I couldn't see very well, but I could see the glint of the steel as he waved it in front of my face.
"Don't make me use this," he said. There was something vaguely familiar about the voice, but I wasn't given a chance to figure it out. He slammed the knife into the top
