Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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I settle into the shift easier than I expected, pushing Alex to the back of my mind. The clubs busy, thankfully keeping me busy.
But I just can't stop this feeling inside me. Like my gut is telling me somethings wrong.
Something about to happen.
When I glance around, my eyes catch towards a booth opposite the bar. Two men are sitting there, drinking. One of them is looking down at his phone, the other however, is staring at me over his tumbler.
A cool shiver runs down my spine.
I shake it off, turning and getting on with the customers standing at the bar.
Throughout the night, I glance up towards the booth every so often, checking to see where their gazes lie. I don't recognise any of the men, but something about them just doesn't sit right with me.
They're not watching the women, the dancers. They're not engaging in chat with each other. Just sitting, and watching.
I catch their eyes a few times over the next few hours but equally push it to the back of my mind.
Relax Rosie.
By the end of the shift, I haven't seen Alexander. I don't even know whether he's still here.
I make my way outside, waving off the bouncers as I head into a taxi.
Slipping my headphones in, I let the music take my thoughts away as I settle into the drive.
As I eye the apartment building coming into sight, I grab the cash from my purse from my tips tonight and shove my headphones into my bag. Handing over the cash to the driver, I hop out.
I thank the driver and make my way up the path towards the apartment. The taxi speeds away down the street as I head down the path, fishing my keys out of my bag as I walk.
Just as I step up to the main door, my whole body is pushed sideways into the brick wall next to the door. My side hits first followed by my temple.
The shooting pain through my elbow and head take over my body before I can react to anything else.
My vision is dazed as I remain on my feet, holding onto the wall with my sore arm.
I glance to the side and eye the two men, from the club.
Shit.
A loud gasp leaves my mouth just as a hand comes up, backslapping my cheek in the opposite direction.
My feet wobble in my heels and I lose my balance, falling to my knees. I feel the skin pull as they slide along the pavement.
My minds too focused on breathing through the pain, through the fuzzy daze.
When I next look up, one of the men is crouched down beside me. He reaches forward, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers, he tugs harshly as he speaks.
