MAFIA KING'S OBSESSION

eyes. My legs ran much faster than usual just to get on it but it was pure harsh bad luck to miss

ess began to scare me. The dull light coming from the street lamps was more scarier than anything e

t behind. I had lost a ton of energy just for nothing

be here. My hands slowly moved to my pocket and pulled the phone out.

ng, I squinted my eyes in irritation.

My eyes were glued tightly to my phone,

gh the phone checking for bus arrival. To my dismay, it was h

as no soul came out and they also had a reason for not being out here at this

Here I sat by myself alone. All of this was off my mind. I had no

as If my mind has shutted down the whole syste

f messages, among them there w

y eyes opened widely as I read the message and my body straightened up. I

hould've talked to me before taking this action. My heart was pounding in my chest and I pla

street nervously. There were still 15 minutes for the bus to be here. I started to text

y feet, a scream left my mouth as my eyes laid on that rat whic

g as I took seat on the bench again and

of the other dangers which I could face on the street. My body shivered as I bli

red right a me. I trembled as ai noticed those bloodshot

gain but this time it was the fear. I couldn't get up or run away or do anything

slow steps towards me, my breath hitched. He was coming right at me

t. The moment was of pure danger. Suddenly, the bus came to halt in front of

o the bus in front of me. I jumped on it and clo

hrough the bus. The eyes again fell outside where I saw that dark figure standing outside right on that spot where

oat and settled on the seat on the side. T

ere was no motion in him as if he

t. It was better for me to get another seat. I couldn't afford a

ted dark all around. No street lamp nothing was lighten.

aler than ever. My area was reaching very soon.

s driver finally stopped the bus with a jerk.

he groaned as if he was in pain. It looked like he sas suffer

driver, "Sir here's some man unconscious." I tol

one dealing with anyone and he looked tired. The dark marks o

n delima. Why was it so hard to choose? I

. He lifted the man by his arm and dragged him to the door. I was taken a back. He

And you, yoy don't always need to be a saint." he hissed and walked away.

ut to run when som

lp, or yo