The bus honked loudly outside the newly opened Starbucks on the edge of Walter Street. Everyone was hurrying off to work with their big bags and files, while Jason sat in front of a coffee table in Starbucks completing his essay. It was something about road safety he was doing for extra credits. It had been fifteen minutes since he ordered a caramel frappuccino and he was getting late for his college. Jason studied at Stanford and was in his third year on the whole course before he got his degree. He cancelled his order and left the store unimpressed by the lax of the Starbucks management.
He was just getting comfortable in his new car when he saw a familiar face blocking his path.
He froze.
How could this be possible?
Was he dreaming or was he haunted by the guilt of his past?
Or could there be a tiny chance that this was real?
In front of him stood a blonde girl. Neatly dressed in a white shirt and a classy black jeans.
But. This is not what she was wearing the night I killed her. Jason thought to himself still in shock.
He stayed glued to his seat while the girl slowly walked up to him.
"Surprised to see me here Jason?" She asked with her familiar evil smirk.
He did not answer nor did he look at her.
This was not how he planned his Monday morning to go.
"Guess you didnt kill me after all"
"I have more people on my side than you think. So watch your back Jason."
"I'm coming for you.
We all are"
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That Night- The Unspoken Truth
Mystery / ThrillerA short start of an interesting thriller She should have been dead. After all these years has she come back to make him pay? What is the real truth?
