The cyberbullying buried me. The three men showed up wherever I went, day after day, making sure I knew they could find me.
I stared at their personal information and smiled without a sound.
If they didn't want this settled quietly, then we'd burn it all down together.
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I was waiting at the red light when I heard tires screech behind me.
A black sedan skidded to a stop at an angle just behind my bike.
Three doors swung open and three men spilled out, reeking of alcohol.
The one in front was bald, somewhere around forty, a beer gut straining his shirt.
Before I could react, he charged up and grabbed my ass:
"Whoa, girl—that's a serious bike. My bad, my bad. Old guy like me, bad eyes, grabbed the wrong thing. Don't get upset."
I clenched my teeth and said nothing.
I shifted the bike left, trying to put some distance between us.
The blond one followed. His dirty hand came down hard on the back of my seat with a slap.
"Let me take her for a spin, yeah? I'll give you a ride. Gotta be boring out here all by yourself."
Blood rushed to my head. I shouted:
"Stay the hell away from me! Don't touch me!"