He sits down across from me and my heart rate quickens. I only suggested coming to this place because it was public. Some food I thought and conversation. He is staring at me like he isn’t interested or cares about where we are or that other people are around. It makes me nervous that this doesn’t bother him. He seems as if he could do anything to me and he doesn’t give a dam about who sees him.

By the time the food comes, he picks up his knife and jabs it into the piece of meet on his plate all the time still looking at me. It’s like he wants to jab that knife right into me instead. I take a bite of my food knowing that I should leave, but I know now that he won’t let me go home alone. From the moment this dinner started, the way he looked at me I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk out of this.