His angry glare bores into my back. “So you can’t fight, can’t protect yourself. You wear those ridiculous shoes that you definitely can’t run in, and yet, you still insist on walking these streets alone after dark.” He mutters a curse under his breath. “You know what happens to girls like you?” “They make it home safe and sound because bad things don’t happen on the coast.” “They end up as a statistic on a Wikipedia page,” he spits back.
