Chimera

"An imaginary monster made up of incongruous parts."

Emmy had the feeling that these words meant something very different to her than to anyone else.

He had pretty dark eyes and soft warm skin. His breath stank, and his teeth made her think of a wild dog. She usually liked deep voices, but the words he spoke were foul, threatening, evil. He tasted like salt and blood.

Imaginary? Not quite. She would never forget that night in the park, no matter how hard she tried. But sometimes she could convince herself it was only a bad dream.