Run, Baby Run

A Drop Of Red

Tick tock. Tick tock. The more Lacey Burns heard the noise in her head, the more she wanted to back down. For once in her life, she wanted to be a coward and have the pleasure of saying 'no'. Thinking back, she wondered what in the world had made her agree to this? Where was her common sense? Lately, she didn't know where the real Lacey Burns went. What happened to the twenty one year old who was rational, laid back and responsible? She shook her heads of the haunting thoughts. She couldn't hide now, it was too late. She had no choice but to go through with the plan. Feeling helpless Lacey leaned back in the cold metal chair and stared aimlessly at the plain white ceiling. The white paint seemed bright and surprisingly new from the rest of the building, which looked as if it had been built before the nineteenth century. Her hands tightly gripped each other as her stomach suddenly zoomed down a roller coaster. Oh God, I'm going to be sick! She thought and she clutched her stomach. She frantically looked for a trash can, but besides an empty desk, the room was bare. A wave of nausea swept over her and weakly she stumbled out of the chair and over to the locked door. Would Tate Spencer still be in there? Would he get upset? She didn't have time to answer her own questions, she pounded on the door, pleading someone to open. Liquid rose in her throat, attempting to escape. Fortunately, this morning she had eaten only a glass of water and a banana. She was too nervous to stomach anything else. Lacey's fist pounded harder on the door, then suddenly it flung open, reveling Tate Spencer, the man who she guessed was the master mind behind this whole organization.

Sighing, Tate pushed himself way from the desk and the scattered papers and walked towards the door where the pounding was emerging. What could she want? Didn't my secretary clearly state that she was not to disturbed me? He thought a bit irritated. He had a lot to do and his time was running out. When he made it to the door, he forced the glare off his face and made himself look pleasant, if that was still even slightly possible. The knocking came to sudden stop, but Tate still turned the knob. He had expected to see a middle age women, but instead he found a young lady, not much younger than himself. Her petite body was slumped down and she was holding her stomach. He didn't get to see her face before she darted in, swiftly brushing past him. His eye brows crunched in confusion. Not even a hello? He turned around only to find her bent down puking in his garbage can. Bewildered he stayed silent awhile not exactly knowing what to do or say. Finally he cleared his throat and took a hesitant step foreword.

"Are you okay..Miss...Burns?"

He asked in more of curiosity than actual concern. He reached in his suit pocket and offered her a stick of mint gum. She made a terrible coughing sound. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took the gum. Bright eyed and rosy cheeked, she gave him a apologetic glance.

"I'm so sorry..I didn't mean to.."

She nervously started waving her hands in all sort of directions. But he wasn't listening instead his eyes were fixed on, nothing but her. Tate forgot that the women had just barfed in his office. For a second he even forgot his painfully horrendous job. In that moment he seemed to forget his life , his troubles and pain, he seemed to have forgotten everything.. except her. It seemed strange to him but he was so deeply intrigued. She was so...beautiful. Her light brown hair was messily thrown in a loose bun, her eyes looked like blue crystals, her nose was small and very cute. His eyes traveled to her full, red lips and suddenly his lips felt dry. When was the last time he had even touched a girl? His job took so much time that he hardly had time to even have a life. When was the last he just hung out with a couple of his friends? Her black skinny jeans hugged her legs showing off her curves. Even her baggy grey sweat shirt looked sexy. She was small, he was at least a foot taller.

"I didn't mean too...I wasn't feeling well..I shouldn't have..."

Tate didn't realize she was still rambling. Did notice that he was gawking at her? He suddenly felt foolish. Snapping out of his thoughts, he cleared his throat and it brought back the reason this beautiful girl was standing next to him.