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  Story 1

  Chapter One

  Pulling my skirt down a little, so that it rested on my hips comfortably, I felt my heart flutter familiarly. Another first date! I didn’t really get the chance to date in my home town, my family could be a little overbearing and the boys were all jerks. The second I left for college I downloaded every dating app I could get my hands on, and in the beginning it was difficult.

  I’d been on a handful of dates, each more disappointing than the last, but this was finally Halloween.

  My favorite holiday, my favorite time of year.

  The second pumpkin-anything starts hitting the shelves my mind changes into that of an excited kid all over again.

  Glancing down at my phone, I checked the address of the party again.

  It was a costume party, thrown by his fraternity, and I was dying for it to just be fun. The last date was with a guy who ended up boring me to death talking about his new car. The one before that, the man I met up with left right before the check arrived, he used me for a free meal.

  Turning onto a new street, I could tell which house was throwing the party without even having to check the address. Music was thumping loudly, people were crowding in the backyard, and I could distantly hear the sounds of a small group of people yelling “CHUG!”.

  My first college party.

  I wondered if the sexy-witch costume I made was too overplayed.

  Too late to change it, anyways.

  Walking up, I checked James’s picture again on the dating app. He was taller than me, a little better than average looking, but he seemed like an all around decent guy. He was in his second year of college, for economics. He liked the same movies I did. He even seemed to have a sense of humor!

  This was all perfect.

  I just wanted a normal date.

  I wanted someone I could flirt with. I wanted to have a good time where I didn’t have to worry about how I could sneak out mid-conversation. I honestly wanted someone who couldn’t take their eyes off of me.

  Nobody seemed to notice as I walked in, and it was a relief that I didn’t have to explain who I was or why I was there. The music was bumping over bluetooth speakers scattered throughout the home, I couldn’t resist swaying to it a little. People were crowded in the front room, with no elbow room, dancing and grinding against each other. It was tempting, I almost just wanted to vanish into this crowd and feel wanted.

  I was on a date, though, I had to find him first.

  Shooting off a quick message to let him know I arrived, I surveyed the party to see if I could spot him.

  So many guys were drunk already, and I avoided them and found a comfortable corner in the crowded room. The whole place stank of beer. I hadn’t ever tasted alcohol, much less been drunk, and it was almost tempting. That’s what people do at college parties, right?

  Before I could make my way to the kitchen, my phone buzzed letting me know he replied.

  “I’m out back, at the table.”

  I looked around, trying to figure out which way to go for the back door. Pushing through the crowd, getting groped by a stranger in the mass of writhing dancing bodies, I finally found a door to outside besides the one I came in through.

  Pulling it open, I was greeted by the smell of hotdogs and hamburgers mingling with an after scent of beer. There were more than a few pairs of eyes on me as I made my way down the stairs, and I tried to suss out if any of them were James.

  Looking over to the table, I spotted him immediately.

  He was downing a solo cup of beer like he needed it to survive, only stopping to laugh at something the boy beside him said. As I approached him, he looked over at me and his face froze in surprise.

  It wasn’t pleasant surprise.

  He didn’t look happy to see me.

  “Hey, James right?” I asked. I tried to keep a cheery voice. Maybe he was already a little drunk and just didn’t recognize me at first?

  “You’re Kat?” he asked, looking upset. I froze for a moment, confused about why he looked so disappointed.

  “That’s me,” I answered. He looked like his mood has soured, and he stepped away from his group, nodding his head for me to follow. Nervous, confused, I followed his lead until he stopped at a tree by the grill.

  “You don’t look like you do on the app,” he said flatly.

  “What?”

  “Is that a wig?” he asked me. His eyes narrowed a little, like he was inspecting me.

  “No, this is my hair,” I tugged on it to prove my point.

  “I thought you were blonde, this is,” he motioned to my naturally red hair with a look of disgust. “This just isn’t what I was expecting. “You’re definitely not my type,” he shook his head. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes, but I swallowed them down.

  “That’s so rude,” I frowned at him.

  “I think you should go unless you’re willing to bleach your hair,” he laughed. His voice was slurred, like he was more than a little drunk, but it didn’t change how rude he was being. “Or if you want to put on a wig-” he started,

  “Yeah, no, bye,” I shook my head.

  Quickly turning around, I walked around the side of the house instead of going through the party again.

  How embarrassing!

  What a fucking creep!

/>   I could feel tears prickling at my eyes, but I fought them down. My makeup was flawless, there’s no need for me to ruin it over an asshole. Still, it hurt. Over something so superficial- he wasn’t the best looking of people and I agreed to see him.

  Yet my hair color was what pissed him off.

  When I was a kid I was teased constantly for it, called ginger as a mean name, bullied about being weird. That was years and years ago, though, and lately I’d received nothing but compliments on my hair.

  The tears were thick, hot as they finally made touchdown on my face. The trails they left behind turned cold almost instantly.

  As I made it onto the street, I pulled out my phone and checked the bus schedule.

  It was another forty minutes before a bus would be at my stop. An uber to my apartment would cost at least thirty bucks, and I didn’t have that money to be shelling out at the time. I was only working part time while I went to college, it’s not like I was rolling in cash.

  Wiping away my tears, I checked the bus schedule for another route.

  If I walked a couple blocks down there was a bus, that would drop me off within a mile of my place, arriving in fifteen minutes instead. That sounded much better. I glanced back at the house, as though I expected to see James and his friends watching me struggle to get home.

  Nobody was out front, the party was still raging.

  I questioned, for just a moment, if I should go back and join in with the people dancing. The fast music, everyone’s bodies pressing against each other, no need to think- just dance.

  My steps faltered for a moment before I could talk myself out of it.

  If I saw James again I’d probably slap him, there’s no need to go back and put myself in that position.

  The days had been getting shorter and shorter, and though it was only just past seven o’clock, the night was thick and black. Streetlights, few and far between, buttered the air an orangey hue but didn’t light the sidewalk enough for me to see much besides the path.

  To be honest, it was a little creepy.

  I’m not the kind to get freaked out at horror movies, I’m not scared of the dark, but with every step I became more and more uneasy. It was almost too empty out. There should have been kids trick or treating, or more house parties, or something- but I was entering a street that was mostly rundown businesses. Not exactly an area parents were itching to take their kids.

  A little noodle shop a couple of blocks down caught my eye, its lights were on and there were people inside. The bus was still ten minutes away, and the stop was only a block from the shop, so I decided that would be a great place to stop and wait.

  As I started walking towards it, I heard someone step out behind me.

  The hairs on the back of my neck started to raise, but I kept walking. If I looked behind would it egg them on? If I ran would they chase me? I could feel my heartbeat raising quickly, my pulse was like drums in my ears. I was just a block away from the noodle shot, I just had to get that far.

  A hand grabbed my shoulder.

  Freezing, I felt like I was going to puke.

  “Hey little witchy, where you goin?” a husky holder man’s voice asked. I turned around slowly, uncomfortably. He was taller than me by almost half a foot, at least twenty years older than me, and stank of booze.

  “I’m meeting my boyfriend at the noodle shop, sorry, I have to go,” I tried to placate him. It was obviously a lie, but I couldn’t have him knowing that I was alone. I should have just gone back to the party and stayed there until my bus came. This was a huge mistake.

  “You’re too pretty to be out alone, your boyfriend must be a pile of shit,” he laughed. His breath smelled like he had just eaten a dozen kielbasa before accosting me.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, starting to pull away. He tightened his grip on my shoulder, and it hurt. I felt genuinely terrified, like there was nothing I could do. Sure, I could try running and screaming, but if he got pissed off and tried to hit me I’d be done for.

  I could hear footsteps distantly, and I hoped to god someone would help me.

  “Why don’t you come with me, I cook better than that place,” his smile was greasy and gross. “I probably do a lot of things better than your boyfriend,” he added, pulling me towards him.

  Oh god.

  I couldn’t help but feel like this was how I was going to die.

  “Miss, is he troubling you?” I heard from behind me.

  The man gripping my arm leaned to my side to look past me. His face changed cartoonishly into one of fear and panic, and then he quickly pushed me aside and started running away down the street. I could feel tears of fear in my eyes, even as I watched him run away.

  Turning to look, I realized who saved me.

  I couldn’t have been luckier.

  Chapter Two

  “Are you alright?” one of the police officers asked. There were three of them, all in uniform, and one of them was using his phone as a flashlight as they approached me.

  The tears freely fell now, and I wiped them away earnestly.

  “He grabbed me,” I said, rubbing my arm. “I’m okay, he just scared me,” I added.

  One of the officers approached me, looking at my arm.

  “This is going to bruise,” he said, shaking his head at the hand mark.

  “Where were you headed?” another officer asked. I couldn’t see any of them that well in the light, but I trusted them almost immediately. After the night I’d had, I didn’t expect to be this fortunate.

  “I was just going to wait for my bus at this noodle shop,” I motioned. As I did, the bus I’d been waiting for rolled past the stop.

  Oh great.

  I missed my bus.

  “Was that your-”

  “Yeah,” I sighed, chalking up another bit of bad luck for the night. It wasn’t even a full moon, there was no need for it.

  “Alright, how about you come up to my apartment. We’ll get you something to drink, some food, and we’ll wait with you for your bus,” the officer who checked my arm offered. “It’s above the noodle shop- if that’s alright with you guys,” he added, looking over to the other cops.

  “Yeah that’s fine,” one of them nodded. The other said it was okay as well.

  “That would be amazing, thank you,” I wiped away the last of my tears.

  They surrounded me and led me down the street, like they were protecting me from anyone else jumping out at us.

  “People always get a little rowdy on Halloween,” an officer on my left laughed. “My cousin Ted proposed to his elderly landlady when we were drunk last year, something just gets in the air,” he explained. I nodded, surprised that an officer would be so open with me.

  “You’re dressed up, were you going to party?” one of them asked. We made it to the noodle shop, and he was leading me up some stairs outside of it.

  “Heading home from a party, actually,” I admitted.

  “At seven? Must have been an awful party,” the officer who owns the apartment laughed.

  “An awful first date,” I sighed.

  “Aw, sorry about that,” another officer said.

  We reached the top of the stairs, and he let us in. The lights inside the apartment were blindingly bright compared to how dim the lights outside had been. I turned to look at the officers as we filled the living room, and my jaw almost dropped.

  They were all gorgeous.

  Not just hookup-on-tinder gorgeous, but the kind of handsome that would make a teenaged me want posters of them on my walls. I bit my tongue to keep myself from making them uncomfortable. The officer who owned the apartment was at least six feet tall, dark black hair with blue eyes. His features were all angular and sharp, like he could carve a pumpkin with his cheekbones.

  “What can I call you?” I asked, not seeing their names on their uniforms.

  “I’m Scotty,” the first officer said. “Welcome to my home, make yourself comfortable,” he added.

  The other offic
ers were gorgeous as well, one had dark curly hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate. He had freckles and a thick jawline, he reminded me of what I would picture for any cliché outdoorsman, but he only had a little stubble. He introduced himself as Andy. The final, third, officer was stockier built, with short dark blond hair and hazel eyes. He reminded me of a moviestar, but I couldn’t place which one. He introduced himself as Leo.

  I couldn’t believe they chose to be cops instead of models, they were incredible looking.

  “I’m Kat,” I mentioned at last, letting myself relax.

  “Well Kat, can I get you a drink? I have soda, water, beer,” Scotty offered.

  “Water sounds great, thank you,” I nodded.

  The other officers and I made our way into his living room, settling down on his couch.

  “Did any of you have plans for tonight?” I asked, wanting an excuse to look at them. Scotty came out of the kitchen and handed me a glass of water.

  “Oh, you know how it is, we were just going to run the usual rounds at bars and check a party or two,” Andy shrugged.

  “Sorry to keep you from it, you can still go-” I started, realizing I was keeping them from work. I could remember hearing somewhere once that Halloween was the busiest time of year for cops. If they needed to stop in and make sure bars and parties are under control, I didn’t want to stop them.

  “No, this is more important,” Andy shook his head.

  “I like your costume,” Leo said.

  “Oh! Thanks, I made it myself,” I glowed. It took a while to figure out the corset, but I couldn’t help but be proud of it. The skirt was the only thing I had to buy.

  “You did? That’s amazing,” Scotty sipped a soda he’d brought out for himself.

  “Yeah, it took forever,” I smiled. Why couldn’t my dating-app dates be like this? It felt so easy to relax around them, but I knew a large part of that was that they were police officers. I pulled off my tiny witches hat and set it in my lap, suddenly embarrassed to be the only one in costume.

  “Are you from the area?” Scotty asked.

  “No, I actually moved out to the city about a month ago, I’m still getting used to it,” I said.