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“It’s not safe out here, y’know.  Pretty girls like you.  C’mon…get in.”  The poster of the missing girl continued to flash in Ashley’s mind.  Pulling Spencer behind her so she put her body between the man and her love she stared at him uncertainly.

“Really we’re good.  We have someone coming for us so you can go along.”

The man looked around, “they’re not here yet.  Tell you what I’ll drop you off there.”

Ashley’s head was screaming out to her.  THIS IS NOT GOOD, THIS IS NOT GOOD. 

“Let me ask my friend,” Ashley spun around quickly to Spencer.

“’kay Spence, on the count of three I want you to turn around and open the café door and sprint in okay?”  Ashley whispered hurriedly to her girlfriend.  “one, two, THREE.”  Spencer spun around grabbing the doorknob throwing the door open as she ran as fast as she could up the steps lunging into the café.  She could hear Ashley following right behind her.  Ashley’s heart lunged and almost gagged her when it was stuck in her throat as he felt the man’s arm graze her legs in attempt to catch her before she landed safely in the café.  The door slammed shut, Spencer heard it click as it locked, turning around to find the brunette backing away slowly as the man continued to smash his fist against the door.

“Hey… I see you in there!”  Ashley ushered Spencer behind the large bar counter.  She would not let this man hurt her Spencer. 

“Give me your cellphone!”  Spencer frantically whispered to Ashley

Ashley whipped out her phone and handed it to Spencer thanking God for letting her have such a clever girlfriend.  Hearing the blonde talk to her father comforted the brunette, someone was coming.  Ashley pulled open the drawers behind the counters.  Spoons, Cups, Coffee Beans, KNIFES!  She pulled out two sharp knives handing one to the blonde.  The large man’s fist broke into the glass of the door.  Ashley could heard herself scream.  He opened the door and stepped in.