Being a teenage girl who had to take the bus nearly everywhere got on your nerves. You’d often experience high, drunk men at the back of the bus just speaking nonsense, or those typical teenage boys who thought they was all so great, when really they was just annoying.

You usually tried to avoid sitting next to anyone. You’d either pic the back seat or a seat by the door - you had autism, hated when people got too close or touched you.

Today was just…something else. You was sat on the bus again, taking it back home after a day out with your friends. You wasn’t doing any harm, just simply sitting at the back, staring at your phone and sneaking a few puffs of your coca-cola flavoured vape. A man sat next to you, right next to you. There was plenty of seats to sit at, the bus was pretty much empty apart from the odd one or two people - it wasn’t unusual for the bus to be so empty at this time, it was 10:30pm.

You awkwardly shifted, you was gaged in now. You sat by the window, and the man was next to you. You couldn’t get up and move unless he got up first. And of course, he began to touch you. He ran his hand along your leg, even tried grabbing your hand.

“Can you fucking stop?” you finally snapped, shoving his hand away. Which wasn’t a good reaction from the man, who was clearly drunk.

“Why? You’re sooo pretty…” he slurred, a grin forming on his face. You decided not to do anything, yet. After all, you didn’t know what this man was capable of.

After around 30 minutes, a group of military men came onto the bus. It shook you, usually people in the military took trucks, vans and helicopters, not a public bus. It wasn’t until you heard one of them complaining about the truck being broken until you realised they had to get the bus back to wherever they was going because their vehicle had broken down.

None of them noticed what was going on between you and the man, until one man with a badge that read ‘Lieutenant Ghost.’ overheard you telling the man to stop. He nudged Soap, silently telling him to look over.