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It was the end of the school day and you were walking down the halls, books clutched to your chest. You stopped at your locker and put them away. You looked around to see if Peter was there, but he was nowhere to be seen. You frowned and closed your locker door.
You had a late shift tonight that started at 4:00pm. Once you got home you freshened yourself up and changed into your work clothes. You had a quick snack before leaving the house, a toasted sandwich to be exact. You fumbled around your bag and found your keys, then you left the house and locked the door behind you.
You made your way downtown to Sammy's, the familiar scent of coffee and the green and red lights on the sign came in to view. You smiled at the café and walked inside, you absolutely loved your job, even though sometimes you have to take the late shifts. It was worth it. You smiled at your co-workers and pushed on the small gate on the counter, granting you access.
You went into that back room and put your bag into a small Pidgeon hole, you grabbed the green apron off of the hook with your name tag on it and put it on.
You tied your hair back, washed your hands, then made your way to the front of the counter to start working.
Work was as good as usual, you were hoping that a certain brunette boy would come in for his coffee, but nope.
The café was pretty quiet at these hours, majority of the customers at this were business men or teenagers getting their energy hit for homework. It was nearing 9:30pm when your shift ended, you began to pack up the shop and collected your things from the back room.
You were the only staff member still there, so you were left to lock up. You collected all of your things and fished the key from the bench. The cold air slapped you as you stepped outside, then you locked the door and put the keys into your bag.
You walked down the cold empty streets on Queens making your way back home. Normally you would be quite frightened walking home this late, but you've taken the late shift so many times you were just used to it.
You were almost home when you began to hear footsteps shuffling behind you, you turned around to see whoever was there, but it was just an empty street.
You shook your head at yourself and continued walking, but then you heard the footsteps again, but louder at quicker. Before you could turn around you were pinned to the wall, a knife pressed against your throat. Without any words the unfamiliar man pushed you into the ally and you went with him, you didn't exactly feel like dying tonight.
He was breathing right against your neck and his breath smelt like rotten fish and vomit. You cringed at the stench as he spoke, "now, you're going to give me every valuable thing you have in that pretty little purse of yours."
"hell I am," you scoffed before spitting on his face. He pulled his arm away to wipe the spit out of his eye which gave you the opportunity to break free. With your free arm you smashed your elbow into his nose forcing him back, then planted your knee into his crotch. He fell to the ground dropping his knife in the process.
