Smith

I weaved through the few people standing outside the coffee shop, and almost pushed an old woman down, in my bid to get away.

"You!" She called out in anger.

"Sorry," I threw back, but I didn't stop to look at her. 

Call me whatever you can, at the moment, I won't mind.

Right now, I need to get away from Smith.

I know he won't physically hurt me. However, there is no telling what he might do to me emotionally and mentally.

I'm not in the mood to go through the trip down memory lane.

I want my past to be what it is; my past.

"Excuse me," I ran past the place I asked David to pick me up from.

Instead of running in a straight line, I ran zigzag— don't mind me. I just figured that running zigzag makes it impossible for him to catch up— until I saw an alley.

Not at all mindful of what happened to me the last time I went into an alley, I decided to go through there.