My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #53: Dead Girl's Stilettos

CHAPTER 1

SHE SAID THEY WERE COMING.

"Lorelei, all good to close up, dear?" I hear Brent Carmichael, my boss call out, his wife in his arms and their children nagging for the grocery store on the way home. I give him a thumbs up and bid all of them 'goodnight' whilst locking the door to the bookstore behind my boss. I finish up with the tills and vacuum around the store, before moving out the back, flicking the lights off, I set the alarm. Stepping outside, I side glance movement on the side of the road, moving past a group of four males, two females, before catching sight of a male shoving a screeching girl down one of the alleyways.

"NO! DON'T!" She screams, "-let me go, you son of a bitch!"

"Shut the hell up, you shouldn't have let that bitch grope you, Marissa!" He snaps at her, sounding slurred while I cross the road after checking for cars. He shoves her against one of the brick walls.

"Let her go, now." I snap, moving towards them.

Her ginger curls bounce at the momentum he uses to shove her down to the floor, only I freeze the moment I see her smirk at something behind me. The male smiles at me, before a napkin with chloroform is swiped down to cover my nose and lips. I shove my heel straight into the leg of the male behind me, knocking him straight against the side of his head as I swing my arm out.

He grunts, silver eyes above me as I rip my fist straight for his throat, "Who the hell taught you to fight?" He spits at me, grabbing me by the waist as two other males, the same young adults I walked passed on the sidewalk move in.

"Missed us?" One of them asks me, piercing blue eyes penetrating mine with anger, betrayal and love. His sharp blonde strands were gelled back, each of the males were wearing tuxedos. I'm grabbed from behind as the sharp blonde looks in closer.

"Who the-mmhmm." I'm silenced the moment he grabs the napkin from the silver eyed one and slams it against my lips and nose. I struggle against him and the male holding behind me, their faces blur.

"It's time to come home." The blue eyed one says down to me, catching me in close and lowering his lips to mine as I drop unconscious in his arms. He picks me up slowly and by that time, I struggled to keep my senses open. I didn't recognise a single one of them. Fear was subjective. As some would say. Whether I allowed it to control me or not. I let it now, because this was unexpected.

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I heard the ripping of paperwork being flown across a room. My diffuser scented in the lounge area is what made me assume I was tied up to a chair in my apartment, my mouth was duck taped over, I blink blurry eyes open, nauseous and with a pounding headache, I couldn't see properly as voices ring and blur in the background.

"Good, you're awake." I hear in front of me.

"We've searched this entire apartment, there's nothing here, Anderson." A male spits in irritation behind me, where papers from past invoices and payments on my apartment were held. The tape was kept on as three males, silver eyes, the blue-eyed one who's look of betrayal is all I can remember, and a green eyed one staring at me in a penetrating manner. Each of them seated on my table.

"Did you really believe I couldn't track you down, Elizabeth?" The silver-eyed one asks me. My stomach was in knots as I stare at him, my eyes blurred from tears falling down my eyes. I try to move my numbed arms, my taped up hands. My neck hurt, head still pounding as I watched a female, the ginger-haired one, Marissa I think, drop my passport, my licence and birth certificate on the table.

"Guys, stop. Look at the dates. Look at her name, her ID. Where she's worked, everything. She has years of high school accomplishments done here and photos of growing up here." Marissa says. Silver eyes snatches the paperwork and slides his eyes through it, over it, analysing every detail. Blue eyes stares at my birth certificate first.