Grace's Fall

The fall

The sound of my heels clicking on the were pavement echoed through the night. It was freezing and my breath could be seen in the air. I wrapped my coat around me tighter hoping it offers me some form of protection from the night's crisp breeze that nips at me violently.

The rain comes down heavy and relentlessly I must seem mad if others were to see me but in a way, I suppose I felt free away from the problems that consisted in my sad world. I take a breath in and enjoy the smell of rain.

I didn't enjoy the job I did it's where I was walking back from. I was a prostitute, and not by choice. I seek solidarity from this cruel world. My father died leaving me with all of his debts and leaving me alone to face the world.
It's cliche, right? I suppose it's something that you'd read from Wattpad. I laugh to myself. stop and turn to my left, an alleyway I hated going down but it got me to my home quickly. I wouldn't call it home really it's a shabby apartment that holds the very few things I own.
I take a breath. Tonight is too quiet. I stand still peering into the dark alleyway, I try and beckon myself to move and stop being such a pussy but I can't.

A gunshot goes off and I begin to panic. I practically run into the alleyway knowing I probably should take the long way home because I'm probably running towards the gunshot. I'm turning into them stupid bitches that run to death from horror movies.

I'm practically running, no longer feeling cold as my lungs beg for air as my heels scrape across the hard unforgiving pavement.
Just for my luck my heel brakes and I fall unforgiving,catching my fall with my hands and knees. I feel cuts  already and pain spreads throughout me. This is where I die.

I've made every stupid mistake so far so I wouldn't be surprised if their was some serial killer behind me.
I see a pool of blood in front of my hands. My expression changed from hurt to perplexed to horrified In a matter of seconds and I can clearly see the body of a man lying in front of me.
I scramble to my feet to my feet awkwardly as I only have a heel and a makeshift shoe. I look up and my face is met with a bewildered looking man.

All emotion drops from my body and I feel myself drain of colour. It was a man who stood maybe at six foot five maybe taller who know or cares.
His hair was slightly disheveled and he had a cigarette in his mouth. In his right hand he was holding a pistol,should've put a silencer on it would've made his life easier.
Blood is splattered across him. The blood of the man who is lying dead on floor about four inches away from me. This alleyway may be dark but I can see clearly that this man is no one to fuck with.

I take a shaky breath as he stares me down not saying a word. I have no idea what to do as I know full well no matter what I do I'm going to die. At least no more debt. I laugh coldly at myself.
He looks at me and his lips slightly tug upwards. I just realised I laughed out loud and must seem like some crazy bitch.
"You shouldn't be here darling" a husky voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
Holy fuck his voice his hot.
Really Grace ? Is not the time be swooning over some murderer?
"No shit Sherlock" I mumble more to myself than at him
"Such a pretty mouth shouldn't say such profanities"  I look at him and just stare. How fucked in the head is he ?
He's toying with me before he kills me.
"Listen here darling, come with me" he says walking and grabbing my wrist
"Looks like I don't have a choice 'darling'" probably a dick move but I'm not going down without a fight.
He tsks and pulls me closer to him,my body freezes, being this close I can smell the blood of that man giving me the urge to gag.
He eyes me then drags and throws me into a black suv.
"Where do you live?" He questions me. As if I'll tell him.
"You see I don't have much patience and sees as you've witnessed something you haven't my kindness for you is running slim so you either tell me where you live or I can kill you it's simply really" he says whilst lighting another cigarette.

After a few hesitant minutes I tell him where I live.
"Not so hard now was it?"
I scrunch my nose. I would've smacked his smug looking face into oblivion if he didn't have that gun on him.
After what feels like forever the black suv comes to a halt and I look out the window realising we were at my shabby apartment.

He tugs me out of the suv and I can see him much better the moon reflects off his skin,he has sky blue piercing eyes and his hair caramel looking brown. If he wasn't a psycho I'd say he was very attractive, key word if.
He comes close and whispers in my ear " Mention this to anyone and I swear to god I won't hesitate putting a bullet between those pretty little eyes of yours"

He walks away from me leaving me slightly dumbfounded. I walk up the steps to my apartment and shout "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"
I felt like I was going crazy. I strip off my clothes from tonight just throwing them on the floor. I walk over to the bathroom and sit in the bath tub. I turn the hot tap on. Letting the water run on my bare body. I look at my hands and knees which have dried blood on them.
I sigh feeling the hot water burn my skin.

After letting water scald me for about half an I get out,drying myself. I grab an oversized t shirt and some pants. I looked at my full length mirror in my room. I looked horrible. Tonight was horrible at work, I did a private dance and the man got too touchy of course I punched him in the throat but he grabbed my hair roughly soon after security came running in after hearing my screams who knows what that creep was thinking of doing to me.

Then I leave and see a dead man and the killer takes me home and now I'm sat on my comfy bed talking to myself.
I run my sore hands over my face. Today was probably the worst day of my life. I get in under the duvet and let my tired body rest,letting sleep fully consume me.