Run.
The instant the light turned green, I twisted the throttle all the way. The motorcycle shot forward like an arrow.
Roger, still gripping me, stumbled and nearly fell. He chased after me, cursing:
"You bitch! Stop right there!"
"Where the hell do you think you're going! Come back if you've got the guts!"
They tore after me in their car, high beams blasting into my mirrors so bright I could barely keep my eyes open.
I weaved through traffic, desperate, and didn't let myself breathe until I reached the police station.
Tears I couldn't stop hit the backs of my gloves.
The duty officer saw me and was at my side in seconds.
After I told them everything, both officers' faces went dark. You could hear the fury when they spoke:
"Unbelievable. Assaulting a woman right out in the open like that."
"We're going to deal with this. Hard. They're not getting away with it."
They sat me down and took my statement right there.
Ran the plate, pulled all three men's information, and got on the phone to summon them in.
Three hours I sat in that reception area, waiting.