Before getting into this story, currently where I live, there have been posts on Facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about “bibles” and “the word of god” and if they’re interested.
One women said she was approached by a female and asked about a bible, she declined and then was followed through 4 neighboring towns until she finally pulled into a police station where the car, full of guys, slowly drove past her, glaring. This was taking place about 15 minutes from where I live.
Turns out, its human trafficking, sex trafficking, the whole 9 yards.
With that being said, I’m a 20 year old female who has been doing late night shifts for the gas station I work at. Normally, I’d work mornings and never alone but we’re pretty short staffed and I am “one of the bosses” so I picked up these shifts until we hire some new bodies.
I get a lot of characters in there, drunk girls coming in asking if they can smoke my juul, teenagers yelling at me for not selling them games or swisher sweets with an ID present, you know, typical things you’d see at a gas station.
One night, my coworker came in and I was finishing up counting my drawer and about to take out trash so I could clock out and leave for the night. I forgot to mention, I’m 5’3, blonde and curvy and I do get hit on a lot. This guy came in the day before, I don’t think I’ve noticed him ever come in before but he neeeee help with the ATM we have inside (I believes he’s from Brazil or Cuba) he’s about 5’8, thick accent and covered in tattoos.
Back to my story, he comes in and comes up to the counter which yes, my store is 24 hours, and asks my coworker about a ridiculous about of weed, 42 grams or something. My coworker was confused and didn’t know what to say, so the guy looks at me and asks if I smoke.
I was like “hahaha what?”
My coworker “He’s probably going to ask you where he can get weed”
He’s staring at both of us and I was like “yeah haha I do” first red flag.
He walks out the front door and I finally finish putting coins into those coin dispenser and go over to all of the trashes and start bagging them up. As I am tying one of the trashes, he comes over to me.
Him “What time are you out?”
Me “Whenever I’m finished taking out trash”
Him “Meet me outside when you’re done, we can smoke and talk” second red flag
I stared at him and responded “Thank you but I need to get going home after work”
Him “You can spare me ten minutes, I’ll be outside”
This guy I’ve only ever seen once is telling me I can make time for him? I take out a round of trash and go back inside to clock out. I was thinking running out the emergency exit (my gas station only have one way in and one way out) but I was acting irrational.
I called my then boyfriend and told him what was happening and he started freaking out too. Neither of us had any idea what to do. I was walking towards the door and figured since I park my car directly in front of the doors, I could make a run for it. Take me all of 5 seconds to get from the door to the car.
I’m walking towards the door and he’s standing, outside, smoking a cigarette right next to my car.
My first thought “how did he even know what car is mine?” Now I’m in full panic mood. I tell my coworker and he’s sketched out too, so I waited inside longer and bagged up the little trashes we keep at the register so it would look like I was still busy.
I go outside and he starts walking the opposite direction towards his car and I RUN to mine, unlock it and lock it as soon as the door opens.
I look over and he’s motioning for me to get out, walking towards me with his hood popped and 3 other guys in the car. I’m terrified and I peeled out of there (I live 5 minutes from my work) and he started his car and pulled out behind me.
This moment I’m crying, I already lasted the police station so I took him down backroads I know (i outrun cops because of a bad headlight and my car smells like pot all the time) and finally lost him, I haven’t seen him since and I hope I do not. I’m trying to get back on a different shift or a shift that has more than one person working.
I wonder though, what if I got out and went towards his car, what if he caught me? What if…