Two Girls and The World (#Wattys2016)

0:5- Brendalynn

She is unbelievable. She is a horrible bestfriend.

Once storming out of the apartment, I went to the photographers apartment and knocked on his door. He stood there looking as handsome as ever but I stood straight and said:

"Can I stay here for a while or the night please?" I added a smile at the end and put my hands under my chin. He looked at me weird and moved out of the door way. He nodded and moved somewhere in the apartment.

I moved my hands down to my sides and walked into the apartment. Slowly taking in my surroundings, it was quite homey. Gray walls, brown leather sofa, sandy wood coffee table, just everything was comfortable.

"What's your name?" I blurred out.

He turned towards me and raised on of his eye brow.
"My name?"

"Yes, your name. What is it?"

He looked like if he had something to hide. He walked towards the sofa and sat on one side and patted the other. I walked over there and sat on the other side of him.

"My name is Jason Kerrot. I'm a photographer. Your photgrapher."

"Well, that's nice to know." I said. Awkward tension filled the room. I sat there uncomfortable and suddenly started to get up.

"I must be going now. My room mate might be waiting for me." I rushed out of the apartment and into the hallway. I shut his door and walked to the elevator. I got in and pressed many buttons and got to the main floor. I walked to the parking garage and looked for my car. I probably shouldn't be driving because of what happened but who cares. I found my car and hopped in and just drove. I drove and drove till I came to a shopping center. An idea popped in my mind. I turned into the shopping center and found a parking spot. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car.

Over the next two hours I was there, I got my hair and makeup down and got a dress and shoes. I walked out of my shopping center looking hot as ever. I had my dress in a cover in one hand and a bag with my shoes in another.

Walking to my car, I put my bag and laid my dress in the trunk. I shut the trunk and got into the car and pulled into a decent motel. I went to the front desk and got a room, grabbed my stuff and went to the room.

It was a plain old room. Nothing fancy about it. I put my stuff down on the bed and put on the dress. It had three cut outs in the side that were triangles. It was a one sleeve, black, mid thigh, tight dress that was good for clubbing. I put on my black pumps and grabbed my phone and wallet and headed to the club.

Once getting through security, I went straight to the bar. He looked at me like I was candy. Well, now I know I looked hot in my dress. I ordered a shot of Vodka and a lime. I took the shot straight back and slammed the small glass on the table. I walked over to the crowded dance floor and pushed myself through it.

I started to dance to the beat of the music and swaying my hips side to side.

This was the life. Even though I took one shot, I still feel drunk. All the weight on my shoulders had been lifted and locked away.

This is how people feel when they have problems. I wanted to get a drink but I didn't want to stop dancing. I felt like I need to hang on to this before it's gone. It might be the first and last time I'm living free. Or in a club. I dance for more than an hour and started to get tired. I walked over to a booth and laid down on it. Partying sure is tiring. I was about to close my eyes when I felt someone pick me up in a bridal style.

I started to panic on the inside but on the outside, I was asleep. I was held tightly to a hard, muscular chest. It started to walk towards the front door. Then a car. The it put me in the back seat. It buckled the seat belt on me and shut the door carefully. He walked a few steps to the driver seat and started the car and drove on for miles. I couldn't see its face. That's disappointing. I need to see my Prince charming. He could be a kidnapper. But who would want to kidnap me?

I was too busy in my thoughts that I realized I was being carried again. I opened my eyes and saw a big building.

You know that funny part is, it looks like the place where I live.

It walked into a elevator and pressed many buttons. I moved closer to its chest and started to fall asleep. I felt the energy just leave me.

I felt it started to move and then stop. Then move again.

I was placed on a comfortable surface and my shoes were taken off my feet. A cover was put over me. I crawled deeper into the surface.

I felt the surface dip on one side and a few seconds later, arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to a chest.

I felt a kiss on my forehead and a deep, husky male voice say:

"Good night, Kitten."

And I was into deep darkness.

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-Love B