stalker: lockdown (ON HOLD)

chapter 1

The day is shining and busy as usual. January 2nd, 2019. Imani has started her day as a cleaner in God's Angels Academy. She works from 8:19 to 1:30. As soon as her shift ended she heads home and gets some rest from her days work.

As she lays down on her bed her phone rings. It's her ex boyfriend who is on the phone.
"What do you want? I'm busy." Imani said has she picks up the phone.

" wow! Easy kitty." Said her ex. "I know you can't be busy at this time. Anyway let me just cut to the chase. I need you to do two things for me. First of all I need you to get me my money from 'this kid'..." He sends her a picture of a young boy around his mid teens. "If he doesn't have my money then kill him. His time is up."
"But he's just a child..."

"Kitty. He's a bully and he ran a dog and a cat over with a truck. So I don't think it will hurt if he sees how it feels to be those animals. "

"... How the hell did you get my numb—"

"That's none of your business! And the last is ... i need you to come to a party. Godfather is the one throwing the party. Dress nice for the party or maybe for me."

"No."

"Quick to answer... please just dress something sexy. The party is in two weeks time. Just this once..."
She cutest the call and She began to cry. She later got up and got dressed for the night. Imani looks at her phone to see the person her 'ex' and 'boss' told her to meet. The boy is a young mixed Italian with little strands of white hair with his black hair and green eyes. He looks like his in his mid teens.

She is to meet him in an alleyway and get her ex's money. She waits for the boy to arrive as she get her electric cigarette out. Not to long the boy arrives, he looks rough and not much like his picture. She asks him of the money; he hands her the bag he was carrying. She takes a look into the bag and sees the money.

"How much is the pay?" She asked.

"Nine hundred and fifty thousand..." The boy replied in a rough and weak tune.

"And how much is here?" Imani asked bringing out her hand gun and putting the bag down.

"It's five hundred thousand...please don't kill me!"

"Sorry kid rules are rules..."

Before she could shoot the boy , the boy had spreaded her some strange substance and kicked her face running off with the bag.

"Come back here you asshole!" She calls out. "You'll regret this...ow!!!"

After some time she recovered and went home. She cleaned up her puffy face , put cold ice on her swelling face from the boy's kick and went to bed. Just has she was about to fall asleep. Her phone blasted with messages.  She picked it up to see who it was. Maybe one of her gang members. But no it was the unknown number that has been chatting with her for days.

'My sweet cookie. How was your day? I saw that you were crying today.  I hope that ASS isn't making you cry?! If anyone ever make you cry I'll handle them myself. Also... sleep well, and don't let the bed bugs bite. Next time sleep half clothed.'

If Imani wasn't so use to weirdos constantly chatting and calling her. She would have freaked out and maybe not even sleep in her room. She brushed off the message and went to sleep. Unknown to her someone is watching her on a CCTV screen while holding a  picture of her in their hands.