The rain didn’t wash away the fear; it just made the sidewalk slicker as I hurried toward the subway, certain that the heavy footsteps behind me weren't a trick of the wind.
Introduction
“There will be men there.” He stood up. He towered over me. The same stance he’d used against Dave. “I don’t want to have to hurt anyone, babe. But I will if they look at you.” the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot
And then, like a deleted scene from Fight Club, Liam appeared.
The Man I Admired, Who Helped Me Get Rid of a Stalker, Turned Out to Be an Even Worse One! The rain didn’t wash away the fear; it
“I’m just glad I was there,” he’d say, brushing a thumb over my knuckles. “I can’t stand men who don’t respect boundaries.”
Instead, the walls closed in.
He didn’t call the police. He didn’t ask if I was okay in a way that suggested he cared about my well-being; he asked in a way that suggested he was checking his prize for damage. As he wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek with a silk handkerchief, the realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: the man who had fought off my stalker wasn’t a hero. He was a more competent, more disciplined, and infinitely more dangerous version of the man he’d just defeated.