Risky Writing Prompt Response

Tuesday's Writing prompt: At the time, it didn't seem risky. . .

I have to admit, this one was more difficult than I thought it would be. Here it is.

At the time, it didn't seem risky. It wasn't every day she went back to a man's house that she barely knew. Hell, she never did anything like that. It was all her best friend's fault. "That's the last time I listen to Mary's advice. Ever!"

She stomped her foot against the cement. Her ankle twisted when the high-heel stuck in the crack of the sidewalk. "Ow!"

By the time she worked her shoe loose, tears streamed down her face. Tears of pain, frustration, or stupidity, she was not certain. She blew out a breath and sent the hair she had painstakingly coiffed upinto the cool night hair just so it could plaster against her forehead again. “The guy appeared to be so normal in the bar.” With those gorgeous pale blue eyes, who would have thought he was a total freak!

The ache in her ankle caused her to limp and her pace to slow. Raking her fingers through her hair, she trudged back toward the damn bar where she had stupidly left her car behind.

“How could I have been so stupid?” Jane tugged her jacket tighter around her middle. The night temperature had dropped and a chill ran through her.

Then she heard something, shouting. She looked left and right and came up empty. The sound came again. Jane glanced over her shoulder and saw the pink underwear man gaining on her.

“Oh, no!”

Forgetting the cold, she dropped her hands to her sides, looked for a place to hide and took off. Sharp needles of pain shot through her ankle and straight up her leg. She gritted her teeth and speeded up her limpy run.

“Jane!”

Why was he after her? What the heck was the guy’s problem? What did she care? She only wanted out of there!

She took a dark alley that she knew would lead her to the backside of the bar. On a normal day, she wouldn’t dream of going down a dark alley by herself, but this was not a normal day. Nothing about today had been normal. One thing was for certain. She would never, ever, go home with a stranger again! Damn! She couldn’t believe she had in the first place. Now look where she was. Loping away from some freakishly handsome guy who wore ladies panties. Who claimed he was a cop. Ha! Like she believed that crap.

Jane risked a glance over her shoulder again. The guy was no longer behind her. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she pivoted back around and halted in her tracks. The air she had been about to blow out now stuck in her throat.