May 13, 2022 | Evening
The action plan for the keys was underway. I was able to grab my belongings and slip out the side door to the parking lot. I felt the cold rubble under my sandal heels as I strutted to my White 2020 Audi, cinnamon on the inside of course.
My lights flashed as I pressed the keys to open. I got to my car quickly and went in by the driver's side, not getting in all the way but reaching into my arm console to find my vape.
"Where is it?" I grumbled to myself.
Before seeing this as a dead mission, the light from inside my car shone onto the vape glass revealing damn near a whole gram of oil in it. I cheesed to myself and got out of my car, grabbing my phone and automatically turning on my 'Lifted' Spotify playlist.
Brent Faiyaz serenaded me as I took the first pull. The white light glowed in the isolated bubble I encapsulated myself in.
Relaxation.
Maybe I should approach this whole thing with Robert another way, but how? It's been like this for the past year and a half. I've been too focused on my work to deal with this.
The second pull came into play as I exhaled all the BS that I had already endured for the night. I was about to pull the third one before I heard shuffling among the gravel. I turned slightly to the left peering over my shoulder to see if anyone was leaving to go to their car but no one was in sight. I took the third pull.
Another shuffling sound, this time louder, came into earshot and I turned around quickly. Though I was anxious, I saw nothing alarming.
As I am about to take my fourth and final pull, I hear the footsteps that I knew I heard earlier come into my presence.
I was surprised as to who I saw, that I just slipped out "What the hell are you doing here?"
They just stared. I took my fourth and final pull before tucking my vape between my thumb, index and middle finger.
"Robert is not going to happy to see you here, didn't you get fi-"
A sudden stinging pierced the left side of my face that stopped my words in its tracks when I noticed my eyes were looking directly to the ground.
"The fuck?!" I screeched before snapping my head back around to them.
Before I could let out another scream, their hand locked over my mouth so tightly that the leather gloves were burning the skin off my cheeks. I kicked, I scratched, I flailed around because my life literally depended on it.
They yoked up by my arms so forcefully that the strap from my $2,700 dollar dress ripped. The tightness of his hand on my mouth and soreness forming from grabbing my arms caused me to scream even louder into the assailants hands.
I couldn't believe that they are doing this to me? Was I going to die here? In the arms of this person, on the night of my 5th wedding anniversary? All I could think about now is Robbie, as my body was being carried away into the woods ironically adjacent to the parking lot.
Oh God, they were crazy enough to kill me.
Somehow, in the midst of my flailing I ended up with my right hand loose and I dug my fingers into the side of his neck making sure to leave my nail DNA onto him.
"Gahh!" he hollered, shaking my body loose causing me to drop to the ground. Eyes burning with tears along with my knees and elbows, I frantically sprint back towards the direction of the parking lot lights to let the people know that there is a fucking psycho on the loose and we know him!
I saw one of Robert's younger cousins walking outside from at least a 20 foot distance and I opened my mouth to yell but the bruises on my vocal cords from screaming stopped me from forming nothing more than a rasp. I stomped along the dirt road that turned into rubble pavement.
I felt myself get closer and closer. Sanctuary! As I felt the taste of freedom, or maybe that was blood, I opened my mouth once more and this time I knew I had a voice.
SLAM!
Black...
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Authors Note:
Well..that took a turn. I know this chapter is not as elongated but I needed this to be involved because this small seed is important to a lot of factors I am have planned and are cooking up. How did the assailant know where the party was? Dayna seemed like she knew them, who were they? I wonder who made the $2,700 dress? Please let me know your predictions and curiosities!
- Portia Z
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