What really happened?

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Lucille closed her eyes, she had finished her shift and had reeled in a good amount cash. As she changed into her casual clothes Alice walked in. Slipping off her red jeans she simply stated, "well doll~ looks like you got another watcher." 

Lucille looked up finishing slipping her shirt on. "Hah? there one askin for me ay?" Grabbing her shoes and pantyhose, shoving them in her bag. "Look much like a follower? How burly?" She questioned looking at her work friend. 

Alice heaved a sigh, it was extra heavy as the changing room was hot and heavy, the atmosphere tightened at her Silence. "Nothin you ain't seen before" she replied simply. "Can you get my corset?" Lucille walked over, her hands fumbled over the strings. Must Alice always be so mysterious? Her thoughts drifted about how she would deal with him. Lucille stepped back.

"That should be about it." She huffed. Keeping her hand on her switch blade she left out the back and retreated to her car. Lucilles shoulders scrunched up, out of the corner of her eye she saw your average 1970's block headed boy. His hair slicked back and a leather jacket covered his back. As she exited the parking lot he began sprinting to a camaro to follow. Lucille made no attempt to stop him from following her. Her eyes merely grazed the road. Always making sure he was in sight.

As she neared the end of driveway she came to a stop and got out. The camaro stoped behind her. And he got out. She stood, back to him, hand on her switch blade. As he came up behind her  she estimated his size from the shadow, as her body swung around arm first there was a muffled and gurgling scream. Blood splattered all upon her arm. As always the next few hours was a blur 

As her eyes fluttered open she eimediantly remembered what she did last night. She struggled up and into the next room, followed by a closet, then a small square door. in that was a small room. The walls were covered flaking wallpaper on each flake was a name and date. She checked the wall and sure enough a new name and the date from last night was there.

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