𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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I know I shouldn't feel disappointed. I shouldn't still be hoping for a response from him, but no matter how hard I try, I keep wishing for him to call or message.
There's still a small part of me that hopes this is all just temporary. That he's going to come back.
It's all hopeless. I always end up with the same response.
Alex is gone, and I don't even know why. It's actually how it was for him six years ago.
Now he's just a missing stranger with memories. Memories I can't seem to let go of.
I pull out my keys from my pocket, my grocery bag hanging from my wrist. I stick my key into the lock on the door, but I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turn to check what it is, but I don't have enough time as I'm being hit upside the head.
I hit the floor, my bag of groceries hitting me in the face on the way down. I groan, blood pooling in my mouth.
"Everything would've been so much better if you had just stayed dead." A voice says as I turn over, spitting blood onto the marble floor. I push my head up off the ground, and the second my eyes land on her, fear settles in. "Recognize me?" She smirks, cocking her head to the side. "You should after you ruined my entire life."
I see her reach for something, but I grab one of my cans of soup, throwing it at her. It hits her in the face, capturing her attention as she lets out a groan. "You bitch!"
It's just enough to let me leap to my feet and run back down the hallway to the stairs and the elevator. I freeze around the corner, looking at the bullet hole now implanted on the wall.
Holy shit. She's got a fucking gun.
I burst through the door of the stairwell, cursing when I have to stop to take my heels off. Curse me and not having any other pair of shoes.
My head snaps over my shoulder as I hear her footsteps growing closer. "Shit, shit, shit." I hiss, running as fast as I can down the stairs. I start to search my pockets even as I run.
Where's my phone? Where's my phone?!
Maggie is here and she's trying to kill me. She's going to kill me, and I can't find my fucking phone.
I make it through the door to the lobby and run to the front desk. "Move, move!" I urge the lady, and she, thankfully, moves out of my way. I hit the nine-one-one button and dial, immediately getting a response. I interrupt the operator before they can say anything. "My name is Lindsey Hayes. There's an active shooter in this building and she's trying to kill me. Her name is Margaret Moreno." I yelp as a gunshot fires. "Come quick!" I yell into the phone, then hang up. I turn to leave, my hand flying to my mouth when I find the woman who was working behind the desk on the ground, blood on the floor.
I look up, meeting Maggie's eye. She smirks. She's enjoying this.
"Your turn, Hayes." She raises the gun again, but I'm already climbing on top of the desk, jumping over it and taking off for the front doors.
