Pretty Little Lady

Chapter One: The Sparks

Clair walked to her car solemnly, she had originally come out all the way to Portland Oregon to see her favorite band, Of Mice and Men perform, but when she got to the concert venue, she was told that the show had been canceled on account of lead singer, Austin Carlile, becoming ill, and not being able to perform. 

She looked down at her phone, seeing if anyone had messaged her in the two hours it had taken her to drive up to Portland, and of course, no one had. Clair had always been, somewhat of a lone wolf. She wasn't very social, and no one was very friendly to her, as she wasn't the media or societies ideal vision of "normal" She was happy the way she was though, so she had no intentions of changing to conform to her society.

Just as she was about to start her car, an old pick-up truck her Uncle Damian had given her when she was 16, she noticed out the corner of her eye, a tall, lenghthy man lumbering his way toward her. She, thinking nothing of it, rolled down her window, and waited for him to get to her. As the man approached, Clair noticed something, odd. He had a small, sleek object in his hand, as it glinted in the light, she noticed what it was, and shreeked, as he pointed the gun straight at her, staring down the barrel. 

"Get out of the car." His voice was burley, terrifying really, and it froze Clair in her tracks. She was intellegent though, she knew the worse thing she could do was show fear. She swallowed hard, looked him dead in the eye, and smiled.

"Can I give you a ride stranger?" Her voice was calm and collected, as though he were a small child with a nerf gun pointed at her. She smiled and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. 

"No, I said get the fuck out of the car!" He was now shouting, and Clair could see his face turn a bright shade of red, most likely caused by his anger. She nodded, and looked at him. 

"You have to step back, off of the door in order for me to get out." she glanced to his other hand, which was dripping blood. She quickly looked back up as he put the gun under her chin to tilt her head up. She made eye contact with him, and she knew she had lost. In the split second they made  contact, she had let slight fear flicker in her face. He smirked and pulled open the door.

"Bye stranger." He croaked, hopping into the old, rusted pick-up, slaming the door, and starting the engine. Clair stepped back as she watched her car drive into the distance.

"Great, now how am I gonna get home?" she thought to herself, walking towards the building the concert was supposed to have been in. She knockes on the door, the one with the cut out eyes so the bouncer could inspect you. 

"I said shows cancled!" the bouncer growled, noticing it was the same girl.

"I know. I was wondering if you had a phone I could use to call my mom. I just got car jacked, and my phone was on the passenger seat." she looked up at the eyes glaring at her with a glint of sadness. She didn't expect him to let her in, so she stepped back. 

"Fine, I'll just go find somewhere else." she muttered, tears brimming her large blue eyes. 

"Alright, alright, come back here." he sighed, swinging the large metal door in to allow her entrance. She smiled at him, stepping into the warm building, and hugged him. 

"Just, stay here for a second..." he walked off, stunned by her hug. Clair walked around the dusty hall, looking into the windows as she paced, waiting for the bouncer to come back with a phone. 

"Hey, I heard you needed a ride home?" a strange, but familiar voice echoed from behind her. As she turned to see who it was, she gasped. The bouncer stood next to a over 6 foot tall man, smirking. Clair leaned against the wall for support, eyes wide, and mouth agap. She had to be imagining things. She couldn't possibly be in her right mind, maybe she was in shock after her car jacking. She couldn't be staring Austin Carlile dead in the eye.