The Siren

The Curse

Good morning all.
I'm sure you are all a little curious as to what I was talking about in my last blog. I'm not entirely sure I want to tell you yet. This is my secrete. The one thing I've kept to myself. I'll give you a hint though. My family always told me I was blessed with good looks; they also said I was blessed with a good voice, especially when I sang. Too bad I don't use my voice for that. I know, I'm keeping you all on edge. Sooner or later you'll know what I'm talking about, but for now, I don't want you to see me as crazy. See me as that person that's here to help. Here to answer the questions you're afraid to ask.
Until next time, loves.
Xoxo
-Abby

It was ten o'clock. It was just about time to head back to the Java Bean, get my coffee, and hunt. I had a routine everyday, and it threw my whole day off if I missed one thing, or was even late. I really had a lot of problems. I always thought I was depressed, I was wicked OCD about almost everything, I had anxiety attacks at the most inconvenient times, and I was a perfectionist. People saw this beautiful, young, talented girl on the outside, but on the inside, I was a train wreck, having the hardest time keeping myself together. I glanced at the clock again. Nine fourty-five. Shit, better get going. I threw on a slim fitting red dress, black three inch high heel shoes, out my hair into a bun, and put on some eyeliner, making my eyes pop.

I sat at Java Bean, sipping my coffee, watching the people walk down the street. Yeah, I watched people in the morning, but the fun ones came out at night. It was April in Florida. Spring break for college students. Perfect time to be watching. I would fit in perfectly, due to the fact that I was their age, an I looked like I belonged. The later it got, the more the college guys came out. Finally, the perfect one came in. He stood about six feet tall, thin, muscular, baby blue eyes and blonde shaggy hair. He was standing at the front counter ordering as I watched him. While he was waiting for his coffee, he turned around. I moved my eyes quickly, looking out the window again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see this hunk, if that's what the called them, walking right for my table. He stopped short of running into the table. He looked at me, as if he was waiting to gain my attention. I tried ignoring him, hoping he'd go away, but he just stood there, still looking at me. After a few awkward seconds of silence, he cleared his throat, making me jump.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, smiling at me. I shot a glare at him, hoping he'd get the hint. Again, he just stood there waiting for my reply.
"It's totally cool. Listen, was there something I could help you with? If not, I should really be going," I said sternly. He still didn't get it. Was this kid stupid?
"Actually yeah, there is something." He stopped, looking at me with a genuine smile. "I lost my number, and uh, was wondering if I could borrow yours." He kept looking at me with this most serious face I have ever seen on a college kid. I stated back at him. This was too perfect. Ultimately he was making my job easier. I bursted out laughing, having a hard time catching my breathe.
"That was the corniest thing I've ever heard, but the fact that you actually tried that one a stranger, I suppose you deserve my number. Got paper?" I said with a smirk on my face. Work was going to be easy tonight. He handed me a piece of a napkin and a pen, and I wrote my number down for him. He waved goodbye as I walked out of Java Bean. Once I got back to my apartment it became a waiting game. It was only a matter of time before he would get ahold of me. I set my phone on my nightstand next to my bed, volume on high. I laid down to relax for a little bit, accidentally falling asleep.

I was woken by the ringer on my phone. I picked it up. Eleven-thirty. Right on time. I looked at the text.

Strange boy- hey, thanks for giving me your number back there. I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with me and my friends tonight?

Abby- actually, I have other plans for us ;]

Strange boy- oh yeah? Sounds fun. Where we meeting up?

Abby- meet me at the beach in ten. I'll see you soon, pretty boy. Xoxo

I set my phone in my purse, checking myself in the mirror, fixing any runs my sleep had caused. Once I knew I had everything in place, I headed for the beach.
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