+~Oneshot Writing Prompts I Found On Social Media~+

Prompt 1 - Red Flags

[Inspiration source : tiktok.com/ZPRTSxQxv ]

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"My love, don't you think this is a bit much?" I asked as I looked around the empty restaurant. Darrell, my boyfriend of 6 months, had taken me out for dinner to celebrate our anniversary. 

Now, don't get me wrong! I love my boyfriend and everything he does for me, but sometimes he can be a bit... much? For example, tonight. He had rented out the entire restaurant because he 'didn't want people to be looking at me while I was dressed in my finest.'

Possessive? Maybe. But crazy? Only in love... i think.

As the night went on I started to notice a few things that were just, off, about my boyfriend. Like, he kept looking around the room as if there was something or.. someone.. he was looking for. However, I decided to ignore that. All until I felt him grab my hand and give it a squeeze, just lose enough to not be crushing but tight enough to where I could feel my pulse in my own fingers.

"Darrell? What are you doing?" I questioned as I tried to take my hand back from his grip, but it just seemed to tighten. I winced and looked at him with pleading eyes, and that's when I saw what he had been doing. He was staring at me, a grin on his face but not in his eyes. He didn't seem happy, rather, he seemed deranged. "Darrell, I don't like this, can you let go please?" I practically pleaded as I attempted to wiggle my hand free. He only looked at me. 

* I have to get out of here.*

[que entrance of the tik tok audio]

I tried to get the waiter's attention by blinking in Morse code.

"Why are you blinking so much?" He demanded, his voice startling me.

"Oh, its nothing! I just have something in my eye." I responded, nonchalantly using my other hand to try and wipe away the 'dust'.

"Here, let me get it out!" He exclaimed, his hand had become outstretched to my face, reaching for the eye that my fingers had just been attending to.

"No thank you!", I started, "i dont wanna die..", i had mumbled the last part as a joke but he seemed to have heard and got quite visibly disturbed by my statement.

"Bonjor, ma'am was blinking at me!", the water greeted, then leaned down and whispered, "Is this because your date is a creep?" he quizzed, a playful look on his face but a serious glint in his eyes. I could tell that he had seen this before.

Before I could answer, Darrell had squeezed my hand tighter and cleared his throat to get my attention. Then, he slowly moved his hand toward his steak knife, carefully sliding it underneath the table.

"No!"I smiled and waved the waiter off with my other hand. *that could not have gone worse.*

"Very good then", the waiter said, "bon apetite."

I looked back at Darrell, who only put his finger to his lips and made a slight 'sh' before getting up and walking towards the oblivious waiter, raising the knife above his head.

*Just what did I get myself into...?*

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Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! 

This chapter was beta-"read" by my bsf in the whole word, 'Sophia'!

Constructive (and helpful) criticism is appriciated, but hate will not be tollerated.

Have good day/night!

-SWNH <3