Hate to Love you

Chapter 13

Nicole's POV:

it's been a week since the guy from the tattoo shop has been at my house. i don't even know his name. i don't know anything and i don't think i really want to know

i get out of bed to go get in the shower. i get my clothes and take them in the bathroom with me while my music plays out loud

i get in the shower and let the water run down my back feeling it burn my skin but in a good way

i wash my hair and my body and then step out drying myself off and then blow drying my hair

i wash my face, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, do my makeup and put on my shoes and walk out the door

it felt nice outside so i leave my window down while my music plays and my arm hanging out the window

a car pulls up next to me and rolls down the window, it's some creepy preppy college kid. he winks at me

i give him an ugly look and roll my eyes when the light turns green, all day i drove the streets of new york. i never did it as a child because my parents always worked, more than they do now

while at a red light my favorite song came on from my playlist and i turned the volume almost all the way.

thank god for speakers

by the time the song was over i get a call "speaking of the devil" i said as my mom contact popped up on my phone

"hello?" i said answering the phone

"Nicole why are you speeding are the streets of New York?!?"

what the fuck.... "how would you even know that i was? that is so creepy"

"we put a tracker on your car when you first got it so we would know what speed your going and and where your going"

"are you serious ?! that is such an invasion of my privacy, the hell is wrong you with? it's not like i'm going to die" i said almost yelling at the phone

"never call me again, i will find this tracker and take it off as soon as we get off of the phone, i cannot believe you right now, if you wanted to track me you should've put a chip in my arm" that's the last words i said before i hung up the phone

i pulled over, opened the door and looked under the car and found the tracker and pulled it off and threw it in the trash

as i was turning around i bumped into someone

"what the fu-you have GOT to be kidding me" why the hell is he here

"well hello to you too" he said with a smirk on his face

it was the guy from earlier at the red light, i wanted to punch him the face, why does he look like that

"go the fuck away, i don't even know who you are and to be honest i don't want to know who you are" i said trying to go back to my car

he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest with his hand on my back

"come on love, let me take you to my house and you can spend the night. how does that sound?"

he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes that have been sitting on his breathe for three days

"i'm good, now let me go" god i want to hit this guy

i gave him an ugly look and tried get away but he wouldn't let go

soon enough he let go...only because a gun shot was placed in his head making him fall to the ground

i look over to see that the guy from the tattoo shop shot him in the head i turned back to the guys body laying on the ground and smiled

"that's what you get bitch" i got back in my car and drove off