Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Two

I look around me, trying to find someone who could help me but no one is around. I bite my lip.

"What happened to not hurting me?" I mumble sarcastically.

"You hurt me."

"Did I hurt your feelings by ditching you?"

"Maybe if you listened to my plan, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"And have you steal from me?" I snap.

"What's worse, being stolen from or murdered?"

I look up to my right at a security camera pointed right toward him.

He follows my eyes and raises his gun. He shoots the camera quickly and points the gun back to me.

I hide a smile. There's a camera to my left but I don't look at it, this way even if he doesn't kill me he'll still look guilty and have proof.

"Run," he whispers.

"What?" I ask.

"Run. When I tell you to."

"What-"

"Now," the gate opens, automatically, and he runs towards me.

I screech and run toward my house. My neighbors walk out of their homes to see what I was yelling about.

I get to my house and Dad and Mom were outside. I sprint into their arms.

Mom wraps her arms around me quickly, shushing me and rocking back and forth.

When I collect myself, I turn around. The guy is gone.

Mom and Dad lead me inside and into the family room.

"What happened?" Mom asks.

I tell her everything that happened and it wasn't until then that I realized they both are in their pajamas.

"Sorry I got you up," I mumble.

"It's okay," Mom kisses my temple.

Dad left the room to call the police station he works at and also the guard who watches the gate security.

"Do you want some hot coco?" Mom asks.

"No thank you, I just want to go to bed."

"Okay," she walks with me up to my room.

I change into my pajamas and Mom and Dad kiss my forehead goodnight.

The next morning, I trudge to my closet to get dressed for this party Dad is having. It's with his coworkers. It's fancy so I slip into a peach strapless high-low maxi dress. I grab a peach clutch, and put on a pair of gold dangly earrings, strappy gold pumps, and a couple peach and gold bangles.

I curl my hair and do my makeup, I put a thin gold headband on and walk downstairs. The caterers are setting up and Jamie is downstairs, but Valerie isn't. Jamie is in eighth grade and Valerie is a sophomore in college.

"Dad said that his coworkers were bringing their families," Jamie says, watching the caterers.

"Great. Anyone my age?" I reply.

"He didn't say, but maybe," she shrugs.

I sigh, "More parties, more people."

We sit in silence for a minute.

"Do you want breakfast? I think you can swipe some fruit."

"Please, Betsy would kill me."

She laughs, "Yeah, you're right."