But I knew one thing.
I had to get away.
Away from him and his motorcycle.
I took off running.
I felt like...
1)...I was in a dream, and I couldn't get away. I could hear him on his motorcycle right behind me.
2)...this had happened before, but I didn't know how or when.
I kept on running, running, running....
1) I tripped.
2) Somebody grabbed my arm.