Chapter 11: Blackballed
*Serene POV*
The gagging continued next to my stall and I wondered why Damon was in there. Did he come to rescue me?
It seemed so strange to recognize someone’s vomit noise, but the ‘oh sh*t that’ll hurt in the morning,” really gave him away. Was he a day drinker like Ann?
I backed up and felt something touch my waist and I screamed as I remembered Isaac’s hands squeezing my waist, even though this time it was only the toilet seat.
I felt tears forming in my eyes. I remembered his clammy hands closing around me and his hot breath bursting into my ears. My heart raced and I felt it increase as I continued to get lost in my head, recalling the terrifying scene.
I couldn’t stand this. What if he moved in on me further?
My thoughts were interrupted once again as I heard Damon next door screech, “Damn*t, I knew those Jimmy Dean frozen crab cakes were a bad breakfast idea.”