“Oh come on Y/N, you liked me a year ago.” He said, malice and threat in his voice.
“I said no. Leave me alone.” Your tone was firm, in an attempt to hide just how frightened you were, with that you shut the door. Before it latched it burst open as Sam kicked it in, startled you jerked backwards and hit the end table behind you before hitting the ground. Sam towered over you, then he bent and gripped you tight by the arms and pulled you to your feet, his fingers pressing into your soft skin hard enough to bruise.
“Come on baby, I just want to talk.” He said smiling a terrifying, almost lifeless smile. You jerked an arm free and grabbed the vase of flowers behind you and crashed it to his temple shattering it. He let go and stumbled backwards holding his now bleeding head. His face turning from anger to a twisted delight.
Horrified you ran, knowing it was a futile effort, he was too fast, his legs too long, you were going to get no where quickly.