Stolen Love

Chapter Two

      I walk out the door of the bar feeling happy and renounced, and maybe a little more than a tad bit drunk. So, I'm standing outside wondering where in the world the limo was, but then I see the taxi come up and stop in front of me and I remember Jeremy had called me a taxi.  I walk over to the waiting taxi and motion for the driver to lower the window.

      "You can go on, I'll just walk.  My house isn't to far away from here." I said with somewhat of a slur, and not even in my right mind to realize that my house was 5 miles away.  The driver looked annoyed, but he shrugged and pulled away from the curb.  I watched him drive away until I couldn't see him anymore. 

      I turned to walk down the sidewalk and nearly ran into a no parking sign.  I laughed, regained my balance, apologized to the sign and started walking.  I shouldn't have turned down that taxi. I thought as I completed the second mile.  My feet were hurting because I'm wearing my four inch heals, I was hot because I was wearing my suit, and I was getting an incredibly terrible headache. 

      I'm walking along the sidewalk when my heel catches in a crack and I fall forward while breaking my heel.  When I hit the concrete, I land on my hands and knees and cry out in pain.  I can feel the blood seeping through my wound and the grit from the ground.  I sit on my haunches and take my shoes off.  It's pretty warm outside so at least my feet won't freeze. I stand up slowly and shake off the dirt on my hands and the pain. 

      I look around realize I'm on a deserted street alone, with hardly any street lamps.  Great, things just get better and better! I think to myself.  I sigh and continue walking toward my house with a small limp.  Let me just say walking on the sidewalk is extremely gross, even if I have my hose on, I'll have to throw them away when I get home, though, because they are ripped to shreds.

      I have about half a mile until I'm at my house when I hear something behind me.  I stop and turn around and faintly see a shadow dash to the shadows of an alley.  I turn my troubled blue eyes back in the direction I was going before and continue walking at a more brisk pace. I take quick glances behind me and notice the figure is following me again. 

      I can hear his footsteps behind me and tell he is walking faster than I am.  I take a quick survey of my body and realize I'm in no condition to run or fight back, but even so, I pick up my pace and push the thought of pain to the back of my mind.  It wasn't even hurting that bad because adrenaline was taking its place.  My heart was in my throat, but I'm just happy it's still beating.

     I can still hear the sound of his steps behind me and realize I can't outrun him. I don't have any money with me because I spent it all at Cuvee and I don't have a purse to carry a weapon in, today just isn't my day.  He is closer now, and I can feel the intensity of his eyes as they bare into my back.  I cry out as I feel a hand grab my shoulder to turn me around and the last thing I hear are my shoes hitting the ground.  So much for my happy and renounced mood.

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Omg, I completely and totally enjoyed writing this chapter!  I really got into the last scene with the follower! Can't wait to see what happens next!