Ready, Set, Action!

- Five - || Drunks and Disguises

"Give me back that glass" Cara moans at me. I don't want to be here a second longer, I let her take the glass and walk away as fast as possible so I don't draw attention to myself. "Danielle where are you going?" Cara calls after me. Shit, the last thing I needed was for her to call my name. If the waiter is who I think it is, Cara calling my name is the worst possible thing to happen.

I turn around, "Danielle? Who's that?" I fake laugh. "I'm, I'm....I'm Chloe" I blurt out and then turn on my heels as fast as possible. I dodge and dive past people, girls with fake tan, important film director people, old women - and then I bump into someone, knocking my nose on their hard chest.

"Ouch!" I rub the tip of my nose in frustration and then I look up to see who it is. Alex.

"Well hello there" he grins and steadies me as I wobble in my shoes. I try to get out of his grasp and carry on running away from everything but he has a firm grasp on me. 

"Can you please let me go?" I struggle.

"Let you go? Don't be silly sugar lips, we haven't had a dance yet" he smirks. I turn around to see couples pairing up with each other as slow music begins to play.

"Dance? Look, as much as I'd love to dance with you," I try to prise his hands off of me, "I can't. I need to get as far away from here as soon as possible" I say, biting my lip to stop tears splashing down.

"What, why?" he says, "Look is this about Becky not being here with you? You need to be a little more independent sweet cheeks, you're working in the film business now" he says.

"Look, you don't understand Alex" I snap in a hushed tone so the dancing people near us don't over hear. I scan the very huge crowd for the waiter and his eyes catch mine. I sense a faint glimmer in his bloodshot eyes and I know that this isn't good. I can't be here for any second longer. As my eyes are brought back to Alex I see Cara sitting in the corner downing a tall glass of some sort of alcoholic liquid. 

If it wasn't for my tricky situation, I'd be there in a split second, taking the stupid huge glass off of her. I look back at Alex's face. "You honestly have no idea how much trouble I am in now, if you wanted the best for me you'd let me go without no questioning. Please, this party isn't safe for me" I tell him.

"How?" he asks.

"Really Alex?" I say impatiently. "I have no time for your interrogation, now can you move out of my way and get your man hands off of me so I can go".

My eyes flicker to where I last saw the waiter and the space where he was standing is now empty, my heart rate picks up again and I can't fucking waste anymore bloody time. I push past Alex with force and stumble towards a door, desperately hoping no body see's me. Desperately hoping that the waiter doesn't see me.

I can't take the obvious route outside which is through the front, so I open a random door at the back of the party hall and thankfully it leads into the alleyway. I stand nervously in the dark. I take my phone out of my clutch bag and dial Dylan's number. I press the phone to my ear very tight, I just want Dylan to pick up.

"Come on, come on. Pick up" I say quietly, but with urgency as I nibble on my nails. It goes straight to voicemail. I end the call and pace up and down the alleyway, I have no idea on what to do. I try to ring him again, and it goes straight to voicemail. I sigh frustratedly, constantly clenching and unclenching my clammy fist.

I need to go back home but I have no change for a cab. I can't call Becky for a lift because she's ill, and Cara, well she's a bit too tipsy to drive. 

Suddenly the door that I previously rushed out of, creaks open and from where I'm standing, only a shadow can be seen. The shadow is tall, just like the waiter and I desperately look around for an escape. I can't escape, I'm in a dead end alleyway. My breathing quickens as I back onto the wall behind me and the shadow slowly reveals it's face.