Stolen

Hester

I can't even look in the mirror. Only one glance– that's all I needed to see, how hideous that dress looks on me: It's too thight, showing off too well how I don't have any curves. And it's too revealing, too short. It looked so good on Jay and Presley, but of course, it was dumb of me to even think that I could wear it and look...good.
,,So, how's it?" I hear Presley's mocing voice behind the curtain, ,,You're gonna wear that on the evening or not?" I started to take the dress off. ,,No. I think that I'll stick to my jeans and--" I couldn't finish, because she cut me off: ,,Jeans? are you entierly and idiot? Heck no, Hester! It's importnant meeting!" Of course it was. It was one of our dad's buiness "parties" where we had to wear fancy clothes and chat with boring guests. ,,I know." I mumbled, finally getting out of the damn dress.
,,Good. Now try this on, if the last one was too bretty for you." She gave me a new dress over the curtain. This one was bit longer than the last one. It was darm blue, simple but ellegant. It didn't cover my arms entierly, but it was better than no sleeves at all. When I had got it on, I looked in the mirror. It looked fine. The dress ended right before my knees, the skirt-part was bit fluffy.
,,Well?" Presley was not patient at all. ,,It's alright." I said, and then quickly added: ,,It's quite good, actually." before she could tell me that "fine" won't do.

,,Now, what do we have here?" One of the guests asked. The evening is incredebly boring, small-talk after another one making me yawn. ,,The James, I see?" He countinued.
,,So, you, young lady? Who might I have the honour with?" He asked from Presley. ,,Presley James," she said with a charming smile. ,,And this is Josey James." my sister said, pointing at Jay, who also gifted the man a sweet smile. I guess he didn't nodice me, or didn't think that I am a James also; I can not blame him for that: I have lighter, more random tone of brown hair than my sisters, and instead of wavy, they are straight. My skin is paler, lips not as red, eyes more gray. People often tell me I look a little ill...
,,And this is Hester James, my youngest." My dear mother pointed out, just when I was eating one of the mini-snacks they served there. ,,Oh, I see." The man nodded, and I had not had the time to put on a smiley face yet.
I didn't get, fortiounately or unfortunately, any more attention from anyone on that evening. Father was buisy scaring away young men who dared to approach Presley or Josey, and Mother was probably too buisy, listening to gossip, to even nodice how I had left the big room.
As I walked down the huge hallways of the old mansion, I didn't even hear the footsteps that followed me. Just when I was studying one big portrait of a dark-skinned woman, a voice behind me said: ,,So, you like wandering around my father's house? Whitout premission?" I slowly turned around, just to see there a young man's silouette. I couldn't see the face too well: The hallway didn't have other light than the dim gleam that came from the moon, behind the half-closed curtains. ,,Well, I... I didn't know I needed one." I said, my heart racing. I knew that my father often dealed with men who had guns or other weapons– with dangerous men. I didn't know exactly what job, but something dangerous. And the "parties" were often full of those scary, dangerous bastards. This one might be one of them. ,,Oh, sure." he laughed. A low, cold sound that gave me chills. ,,N-no, like, really, I...I thought that when I am invited, then I can walk around the building...or...something like that..." I said, each word sounding more and more like a mumble. ,,Well, you can not. At least when I can do something about it. You could have broken something, or whatever. So, no, no, you can't wander around in here." I thought– no, I hoped he'd give me a premission to go now, or...or pinn me against the wall and act like a sexy character from some kind of a book, but no: ,,And do you know what I'll do now?" He asked, still not doing anithing like coming closer to me or running his hand through my hair... ,,Let me go?" I asked.
,,No. I'm gonna kill you." My heart sank.,,W-what?...Just for...walking around? What on the rotting earth is wrong with you? You psyhobath..." Fear soon became anger as I spoke. I was right: a dangerous man. Not that kind of attractive dangerous, but like...bad dangerous.
,,I just do what I must. Don't worry, it'll be quick." He pulled out a gun. My mind was racing with thoughts. What now? I don't want to die... I never got to kiss anyone in my life. What will my family think? ,,What job does Henry James do?" I asked instead, almost too quickly to understand. ,,Henry James? And why might that intrest you?"
,,He's my father..." I answered honestly.
,,And..." He seemed suprised, saying by his amused tone, ,,he hasn't told you?" I shook my head, but then said ,,No," because he probably didn't see my face in the dark.
,,He's in a maffia, just like everyone else who have gathered here." He said, as if it were nothing. I was speechless, while he loaded his gun. ,,Ready? No, actually I don't care." he said, and pulled the trigger. Then everything went black...