Lierotica One-shots

Wrong package

-Yes hello, I was wondering if I could check on a package.

-Yes, of course, mam, did you try online? The woman asked.

-I did but it said that they had no information, and I'm sure the tracking number is correct.

-All right, can you please give me the tracking number, I will check on that for you.

-Yes thank you, it is 455899762.

-All right, can you please confirm? I made sure to say the same number to the phone assistant.

-Okay, I do see the package but you were right, it does appear that the package is with us, but I find no information on it, please hold while I call my superior.

I had been waiting on that package for 2 weeks now, at first, I was notified, that it would be delayed, it was my bridesmaid dress. I needed it soon.

It was rather odd that no information appeared online so I had to call.

-Yes, hello. A male voice said.
-Yes, I'm still here.
-Thank you for holding, I need to confirm your address.
-Of, course. I reassured my address and he told me to hold.
-Yes, I have found your package; it will be at your house in a few days.
-OH, thank you so much.
-You are welcome. Is there anything else I can help you with?
-That is all thank you, The phone call ended so suddenly. I could now relax knowing that it would get here. I was so anxious.

I laid down on my couch with a bowl of popcorn, I was about to binge-watch a show.

Sudden aggressive knocks woke me from my third slumber. I got up so suddenly that the bowl of half-eaten popcorn fell to the floor.

I stumbled to the door and as I was close to opening the door I heard a gunshot. It had been silent. I knew better, I watch tv.

-Miss open the door, I am agent Mich. Form the FBI. I carelessly opened the door. There was a guy on the floor and I was too stunned to speak.

Agent Mitch entered my home locking the door behind him. He pushed me back onto my couch and sat me down.

-Miss Y/N I am here to ask you some very important questions. Earlier today, you called in for a package. Can you tell me what it contains? Agent Mitch moved around my house as he spoke, closing windows and doors.

-My dress. It has my bridesmaid dress.

-I need you to come with me. He extended his hand. I could not help but look into his brown eyes. He was tall and had a scar on his cheek. –Why, I don't understand. There is a dead man on my porch and popcorn on my floor.

Agent Mitch took hold of my face with his hand. –I know this is sudden but I need you to focus. The tracking number of your package was duplicated; it also was a package for very dangerous men. I need to get you to a safe house.

I looked down at my mismatched socks, fuzzy pajama pants, and a gray hoodie. –Can I just take a moment to take some belongings, maybe change?

-Im sorry no can do. I was going to ask another question but glass breaking resounded in the room. Agent Mitch threw himself at me. His body covering mine.

-Are you hurt? He asked me. A gasped at being uncomfortable. –Your hand is squeezing me. He looked down at his hand and it was over my breast.

-Im sorry, so sorry, no time, come on. He got up and dragged me with him. We made our way outside in my backyard. It was all fenced up, he managed to jump over the fence with ease. –Come on. I rant to grab some leverage and he pulled me, I fell to my knees and hurried with him.

-We need to change your appearance and get you to a safe house while we figure the rest out.

I ran beside him, we ran inside a house. The backyard of the house had a swimming pool, it was so pretty.

-Are you seriously focusing on the pool right now? He asked me. –I'm sorry, it's now like I can break down and cry, like how is that going to fix anything. Mitch was trying to open the door to the house. He was able to open the door and we went inside. We made our way toward the front door and walked through the kitchen.

-I had never protected someone with such a short attention span. He groaned as he closed the door. We walked through the kitchen and I couldn't help but see how the sink was black and golden.

-Im not sorry, I have a very short attention span. It's a condition. He opened the front door and pulled me with him.

-Well I can't change that but I do need you to focus. This is pretty much life or death situation. We made our way down to a car and he broke the window, he opened the car and pushed me inside the backseat. He got in to drive and started the car.

-I also can't relate to feelings. It is all pretty much the same to me. I can't understand emotionally what you mean by that.

-Honestly what kind of human being are you? He asked somewhat angry by the tone of his words.

-So where are we going? Who wants me dead? Why tho?
-His name is Troy Montez, he is the leader of the drug trafficking ring, and since you asked for the wrong package he just...Believes that you are in to mess with him and now he wants your head.

-I guess it makes sense. I would want the head of a person if I had all the possibilities. Mitch groaned.

-Im taking you out to the country, we need a safe house for this. First, we need to change our appearance. He looked at me in the rearview mirror.

-I feel very judged right now, what is wrong with what I have on? I knew clearly, what was wrong. Mitch made a sharp turn into a mall parking lot. He badly parked and walked out, opened the door, and pulled me out.

-You stole that car, and you are going to leave it like that? I asked him. –The car is not my main concern right now. We made our way into the mall and a store. He grabbed a few items and pushed me into a changing room. I changed as fast as I could and walked out.

-Are we going to pay for any of this? I asked as I adjusted the shoes. –No. we made our way back outside but in our search for a car, we saw some tall dudes with black tattoos looking around.