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I glanced back towards the house, in search of Bryce, but he was nowhere to be seen.  This decision was all mine, whoopee.  One more glance at the stranger's back struck such fear into me that my feet surged forwards.  I simply had to follow him, because, well just because.

   "Hey, wait up, will ya?"  I called.  He looked back and I could've sworn that he looked displeased, but it must have been a trick of the light.  He kept going until he reached the rather thick patch of trees out back.  Then he stopped and disappeared from sight. 

I slowed my pace but still continued forward, wondering where he'd gone.  The music was still within earshot, and it only enhanced the complete and dare I say eerie silence of the trees.  It then struck me how stupid it was to follow a complete stranger into the woods, amazing cheekbones and all.  I came to a halt and half turned.

Do not be afraid, trust...

'Don't go gentle into that good night,' ever heard that one?

I bit glancing around me, he was still gone.

Actually I haven't, stay still.

Yeah, I'm totally gonna do that.

I picked my way back through the branches, listening while trying to make as little sound as possible.  Somehow I stumbled into a small clearing, there was a silouhette in front of me.  Before I could try to distinguish who it was, hands grabbed me from behind, throwing a bag over my head. 

I immediately screamed, which was quite pointless what with the bag and all.  Hands clenched my wrists roughly, I managed to pull them out and struck against my attacker blindly.  Soft grunts let me know whether or not my attempts hit home.  I yanked the bag off and took careful aim with my foot, he sunk to his knees in what I am really hoping was agony.  I ran the opposite way out of the clearing not daring to scream again, I already knew there were two, there could very well be more. 

Above all, stay calm.

This is what you wanted to happen? And this is freaking calm!

I screamed in my head.

What happens is very far from what I want.

Yeah? Join the club! Now shut up, I need to concentrate!

I kept going, running like I never had before.  Finally, mercifully; I broke into the party's back yard.  Hardly anyone noticed my approach, breathing as heavily as I was.  Reaching the glass door, I turned back, a face melted back into the darkness.  I cringed and turned back to the door, Bryce was just coming back out.

I slammed into him, quite uncerimoniously. 
   "Hey, what's up?"
   "Uh, could you walk me to my car, do you think?"
   "Sure, are you cold? Here," he said offering his jacket.  I took it, too shaken to object to much of anything.  I had a feeling that I wouldn't be safe until I was home, behind locked doors.