At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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Jackson pulls up the car down the road from the abandoned warehouse. The clock reads 9:35, twenty-five minutes before they are meant to meet up at 10pm.
Jackson scouted out the area earlier to look for exits, entries and places we can hide within the warehouse. The phone to listen isn't going to cut it this time, we need to find out exactly who shows up and what they say and do. We will get more information if we are in there, it's way more risky but overall worth it if we're prepared enough.
I take off my coat and we both zip up our black jackets and pull the hoods over our heads. We place our coats into the boot of the car, just in case someone we know happens to see them while walking past. We walk down the dark, empty street and into the tall, eerie building.
Jackson and I hide behind some metal crates in the far corner of the room. They are tall enough to hide us but small enough that we can see past them. It's darker in the back corners of the room because the only light is currently from the streetlights outside that can be seen though the windows on the front of the building. According to Jackson there is a dim light in here but we didn't turn it on because under no circumstances do we want them to know we're here.
We wanted to get here with plenty of time to spare so that no one would spot us and we had enough time to set up and prepare for their arrival, whoever 'they' are.
Jackson brought his gun, he keeps one of his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, holding onto it tightly, just in case. The thought of it makes me extremely nervous, even more then I already am. Jackson doesn't do things 'just in case' unless it's serious and he acctually believes it could help. Although Jackson has a gun we don't know who else could show up tonight and what they could be carrying with them.
I acctually can't believe what were doing, sitting here at 9:50 pm waiting in anticipation for the clock to strike 10, hoping that we can get some information and not get caught.
My mom is the one that lead us out here she told someone to tell the others to meet her. The others? I'm beginning to wonder just how many of them are there?
I have a feeling that we don't know exactly what we're getting ourselves into.
I hate that. I hate uncertainty. I fucking hate it so much.
I hear the loud noise of the metal door open and I freeze in fear. I sit as still as possible, not daring to move a muscle apart from my trembling hands which seem to quake more.
Jackson looks at me with wide eyes and puts his pointer finger infront of his lips in a hush motion.
He slowly and quietly stands from his sitting position and peeps carefully over the top of the metal. His eyes squint to get a better view, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to figure out who the person is that just walked in. He seems like he's struggling to see until his eyebrows shoot up and his face is one of realisation.
