The Boy With The Rose Tattoo. (I'M BACK!!)

Eighteen

BZZZZZZ!

I picked up my phone from the small table next to my bed and saw that I had gotten a new message. Clicking on it, I realised it was from Delilah.

Hey! Meet at my house for the group project in an hour
14th Belgrove Avenue
Door no. 25
Don't be late!

I sighed, maybe I should call Jamal and check whether he'll be there or not. But then I decided against it. I didn't want to seem dependent on him.

Plus I didn't even have his number.

Sh*t.

It was currently 9:45pm. What in the world had possessed them to get together and do Chemistry at this time?

God knows.

I jumped off my bed and quickly changed into black skinny jeans and a black sweatshirt with the word 'Dream' on it pasted in white, cursive lettering. It was late, like 10pm late and I would have to be super quiet if I wanted to get out of the house in one piece.

My phone was on 20% battery life and I just hoped that was enough to get me through the night.

As I carefully closed the front door, I froze when I heard rustling near the bushes adjacent the front door. I ignored it. These squirrels really pissed me off sometimes.

***

The sky was clouded with mist and only a few stars were visible. There were no cars on the roads and it was so quiet I almost wanted to lie down on the pavement and gaze up into the abyss.

It took me about 25 minutes to reach Delilah's road. I had never really liked the girl. She was too mainstream. As far as I knew about her history, her mother was a business woman who was always travelling, and her father had spoilt her by spending money on her to the extent that she never wore the same outfit twice. Ever.

Oh the things I could do with that money...

I stopped in front of the large door with the number 25 carved into a gold slab.

Before I could knock though, a cold hand clamped down on my mouth from behind and a dark silhouette came into view. The man's face was covered, but I could just make out his bulky shape.

The guy who held my mouth shut now tightened his grip on my wrists with his other hand.

I struggled but it was no use, there was noone around to help me.

The two guys dragged me to a car parked opposite Delilah's house and pushed me in. The bulkier one sat next to me, while the other one began to put the car into gear.

Maybe this was it. This was how I died.

Honestly, I was hoping more of a heroes death, such as saving a baby panda from a hunter kinda death.

I internally scolded myself for having such thoughts while I was on the verge of dying.

Before I could struggle anymore, the bulky guy blindfolded me and my vision darkened.

They should've killed me by now. Something was wrong.

Then something completely unexpected happened.

The man next to me spoke, his breath disgustingly close to me cheek.

I didn't realise that the last words I would hear would be so sinister that they sent a chill up my spine.

"She looks just like her mother."