Falling For A Murderer

Take a drink and dance hun!

At the moment I was grinding against a guy I had just met. Frankie my best friend was getting some more drinks from the bar. She walked over to a table with a tray of shots and motioned for me to come. I walked away from the guy who I was dancing with and he tried to grab my arm and pull me back.

"Back off mother fucker!" I yelled and angrily yanked my arm out of his grasp. I went to the table and sat down, taking a shot of tequila and downing it in one gulp.

"Slow down love." Frankie said as we clinked our glasses together.

"I think that after these shots I'm just gonna go home."

I didn't live far from the bar, just a few blocks. Frankie would just get picked up by her boyfriend Jackson.

"Ok girl I'm going to call Jackson and get him to come pick us up."

"No I'm just gonna walk."

"Lol ok hun whatever you say."

I downed the last of my shots and got up. I was walking a little wobbly but then again that's what I get for being drunk. All of the sudden I was being pulled to the dance floor, a cocktail was thrust into one of my hands.

"Take a drink and dance hun!" The person who was pulling me said.

I took a sip of the cocktail and then I was in the arms of a handsome, dangerous looking man.

"What's your name?" I asked the stranger.

"Hun my name is David and I will make sure you enjoy the rest of your night." He whispered huskily in my ear before grabbing my ass.

I shoved him away. I didn't like it when they grabbed me like that. "I'm already drunk. I think I'm gonna just go home."

He grabbed my arm and crushed me to his body causing my drink to shatter to the floor. "Your gonna do exactly what I tell you to bitch." He snarled in my ear, his tongue traced down my neck.

He was thrown off of me by one of the other guys around. "Back off the lady." The man growled at David. David who was on the floor with a hand around his throat coughed out an ok.

The other guys hand relaxed and he stormed out of the building. I decided to leave and walked out also, hoping to thank him. I looked around but the guy was nowhere in sight so I walked home. A scream pierced the air, causing me to stop midstep. What the fuck? I had only a block left until I was at my house. The scream began again and I ran towards it. I saw a man pressed against the brick wall a hand closed around his throat, a hooded figure holding him against the wall, a knife in hand. I crouched down quickly. I peeked out from behind the trash bin at the same time the man fell to the ground screaming in agony, a knife plunged deep inside of his gut. The hooded figure crouched down and pulled the knife out before stabbing the man in the chest repeatedly. The screaming stopped. The man was dead. The killer then whiped the blade on the dead man's shirt before turning around and seeing me. I quickly crouched down behind the trash bin, praying to God that he would leave me alone. I heard feet pounding on the pavement and looked up to see the hooded figure running in the other direction, away from me.

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I was now sitting in the back of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around me. The detectives had just finished asking me questions and were looking at the body while the cops asked me their own questions. They seemed endless. What was the killer wearing? What did you see? And what did he look like? I was tired of the questioning I just wanted to go home and sleep it off. I wanted to forget seeing this. Deep in my heart I knew I never would.

After another hour and a half I was finally allowed to go home. The detectives were looking for a killer they knew nothing about. After I was driven home by the police. I went straight inside and collapsed into the bed. I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke up that morning craving coffee so I decided to go to the small cafe downtown. They had the best coffee. But first I needed a shower.

Once I was clean I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I got in my black and red Chevy camaro and drove to the cafe.

"One caramel macchiato please." I told the cashier.

"Ok that will be $2.50 ma'am."

I had just started to pull my wallet out when a familiar voice behind me said, "I got this."

"One espresso." Said the handsome voice that sounded vaguely familiar. Then it hit me.

I turned around and gasped, "Charlie?"