The young woman had been having a pleasant day. Just off from work and headed home, nothing could go wrong. Or at least, that's What she thought.
As she had left work she had stopped in a small salon and had her hair done. She had gotten it dyed and got that new hair cut that she had been dreaming of. The one that cut her shoulder length hair a bit high, making it curl just slightly at the bottom. The slight red hue to it made the look complete. She loved it and it did a good job of making the guys around her look.
She had been so proud of the look and was excited to get home. She could change there and Maybe go to a club or something.
As she walked though she began to notice men coming out of an alley way and follow her. They were huge and sent a.shiver down her spine. She tried to hurry on her route home. If she could get there she could lock the door and keep them out. Although before she could get there, they had her surrounded. She let out a fortresses scream only to feel a hand across her face, sending a sharp pain through her cheek. Her purse was ripped away from her arms and hershirt was being grabbed. "HELP ME!" she screamed as loud as she could. "STOP! PLEASE!! HELP!!"
She felt a shift in the attitude and heard a voice. The hands left her to look at the man who was her would be hero. "THANK God" she whispered to herself as she dropped to the ground to gather her things.
"WELL look What we got here! A wannabe hero!" The one who obviously led the group said smirking cockily, as he picked up the woman by her hair. "You wanna save her?" He yelled holding her up.
The sudden Yank made her scream and she looked at the man. "PLEASE..." she said looming at him. "Help me...." She let out another scream as she was thrown forward.
"Come and get her shithead. " the man said tossing her foreword and looking at you with an evil sneer.