Obsession.

Chapter 1 ~ You Can Have it All

The atmosphere inside this nightclub is making me anxious. The people aren't very welcoming either. I go out the first door I can find to get some fresh air.

Melissa told me this girl's party would be at some high end bar. Instead, we are at a this dump of a club. The skimpy dress I'm in provides nothing but stares at this place.

The fake ID in my purse feels like a waste of time. Melissa paid so much money for it, but I'll probably never use it again.

I text her that I'm going home because I need a shower desperately.

I walk down the stairs from the back of the club. The alley only continues left, so I follow it until I find the street. I notice four people beside the dumpsters. I think they are hiding behind them. I don't look directly at them because I just want to get out of this hole.

I try to keep my head in my phone, but then I realize how silent the group is. These fuckers are probably staring at me, so I look at them to set the record straight.

There are three standing up, and one on the ground. The Asian guy's style catches my eye. He has on black, plaid joggers and a tight black shirt. The other 2 white guys are also in black. One is blond and one is brunette.

All four of them seem anything but interested in me. The three standing up are pissed. Then I see the one sat down.

He isn't looking at me because he can't see. His eyes are motionless. He has a pool of blood spilling out from behind him. His corpse is leaned against the brick wall and the side of the dumpster, invisible to the street ahead.

I have seen dead bodies before, but I was allowed to see those. This one was meant to be a secret for their eyes only.

"Bella, why are you staring? Cat got your tongue?" Says the blond guy with the tattoos.

I stay silent. I don't even have an answer for him.

"Look, we'll cut ya a deal. You can go, but you have to PROMISE not to tell a soul." Says the brunette guy.

He sounds sarcastic.

"Really. Just like that?"

"Pinky swear." He smirks. The Asian guy nudges him with his elbow.

I start to walk out of the alley. I know I'm not getting out of there conscious, so getting this over with now sounds best.

Just as I predicted, I'm knocked out cold with the butt end of their glock.

I come to in the back of a car, but I don't want to open my eyes just yet. My hands are tied behind my back. I can't move them from under me even if I tried. I can feel myself laid against the car window, and also heat to my left.

The two in the front seat are discussing stuff.

"You know we can't just bring a bitch to the fucking meeting." I believe the blond one says.

"Well we can't kill her!" Says the brown haired guy.

"I really don't see why not."

"What were we gonna do, put two bodies in the trunk? And you can't tell me you feel alright killing an innocent one."

"I don't think she's innocent. Did you see how calm she was after seeing a body?"

"Yeah... Amir, check her for an ID."

Amir is his name. I feel my bag being tugged, so I finally open my eyes.

"Oh look who's joined us." Says Amir.

"Give us your name." Says the blond the one driving.

I stall and try to break free from the rope around my wrists. All of the struggle is pointless though. I just end up hurting myself.