My Entry On The Contest: Short story with a twist

DISCLAIMER

I want to start this short story entry by saying that everything is purely fictional and should be treated as such.

As part of the rules, I shall be tagging @belenguerra and @fendit.

Source

Sometime last semester, I thought I was gonna have a deep trauma for the rest of my life.

It was the Friday before convocation and all over school, canopies and tents were being setup for the busy weekend. Trucks loaded with backup generators drove could be seen at different spots.

Brands of different services covering food, rentals, photo booths, music, and all sorts were also getting ready to make neat cash.

My friend - Remi - and I had just left an evening class and were both very tired and hungry. We were walking to get a shuttle when a car slowed to a stop beside us. It was Remi's friends: Cheta and Nonso.

They were both in front with Cheta behind the wheels. I bounced Nonso to the back so I could ride shotgun. It had been a while since I sat in a clean vehicle with a smooth purring engine and a working seat belt. My hand hung out the window as the breeze tickled the skin on my hand and face.

It was almost 6 so the sunlight was very gentle, and the ATMS had less queue. We stopped outside and waited while Nonso transferred the money to Remi's card.

The place was mostly quiet, save for a few passing cars. I was walking to the atm when a car pulled up behind ours with a screech. Loud trap music filled the air and two boys got down.

They wore baggy fit from head to toe and cross bags that all bore a cross logo. It looked very eerie but I drew comfort in the fact that my friends were just outside the gate.

While the machine was counting, one of the boys came to make small talk.

"Nice shorts. What's the name?"

His breath fanned my bare shoulder and reeked uncomfortably of burnt weed and alcohol. I mentally begged the machine to hurry.

"Jesse." I said without looking at him.

He tried to touch me when I moved sharply. The money was right there but his eyes were locked on me. I took the money and walked to the car as I pursed it but he caught my wrist, twisted it to my back, and pushed me against an abandoned car.

He pressed his weight against me. My skin crawled as he crept up my thighs. His friend was on the far end keeping watch. My free wrist was close to my bag and I felt something round. It was a snow globe my boyfriend had given me the week before. I helde3.. N uit at the base and hurled it to the side of his head.

The glass broke and the miniature eiffel tower tore his flesh. Warm liquid It was dark and the other guy didn't get his bearing on time. I pushed through the other guy in his blindspot, screaming as I ran to the car. My friends were getting out but I shouted at them to start the car. I dove through the window and we sped off.

We made a sharp left at the end of the street and turned smack into a cop car. But at last minute, Cheta floored the brakes. They drove back to the scene and didn't find anyone there but the blood that didn't belong to me and the broken globe checked our story out.

I still feel the creeps when I pass that ATM at night or when I see an unfamiliar person in the dark.