Under His Protection

Liz froze, feeling the knife poke into her back relentlessly. Because it was dark, she could not see her attacker’s face and somehow, that made everything worse.

“Ple-please, don’t hurt me,” she beckoned, pressing her palm against the inner pocket in her jacket where her night’s wages rested.

“Then hand over the envelope, missy. I don’t have a lot of patience left.”

Liz contemplated on her options. She knew some self-defense techniques but was fighting back really worth it? A vision flashed in her head and she saw herself bleeding on the ground. Her Annie would be alone with no one to take care of her the way only her mother could.

No, it wouldn’t be worth it no matter how I look at it.

There was no one passing by to help her and she would be gutted before she could scream. With a heavy heart, Liz dug her hand into her jacket and handed over her hard-earned money to the man behind her.

He snatched it from her grip and roughly pushed her forward, making her stumble off balance