Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 12

As the parched chilly air hits me I bend down unable to catch my breath, my face feels flushed and my heart is on speed-dial. I steadily pace myself to the back of the club and clench my chest, why is my body overreacting like this?

I change my mind about clubs, I dislike them. I let everything out with my guts feeling like they spilled out along with the sour taste of throw up, could it be from the too many of drinks I had or from that disgusting sly red fox of a person, but besides the point I am not going near either of those again.

“Get up.” I suddenly hear a voice demand sending chills down my little black dress with each syllable.

There is a small pause as I become more aware now hearing the thumping music of the club; the slight hum of the wind and the drunken slurs of men and women. I can’t move, in fear it will make it move also.

My fears begin to awaken like a blizzard and my imagination ignites. Am I again overeating… but seriously who could it really be? It cant be Becca because it doesn’t sound female and plus she’s the only person that knows I’m even here and even if she told someone who would know I’m back here that quickly… Am I being followed!

I start to ask myself questions like what should my next move be, do I run or should I hide? Should I scream or should I fight, but the two hardest questions that I am most fearful to answer is, who or what is it that’s behind me and should I turn around?

Is the supernatural creatures of the night out to get me again, but he promised me, he said I was gonna be safe. Did he lie…? I replay the two words over and over again, get up. I can… I can… do this.

I assemble up all of the confidence and courage I have left and start to part my lips to speak to be interrupted by a sound, different from the club related noises. It’s the sound of a close footstep…

My teeth clenches, my hands begin to tremble and my widened eyes begin to desperately search for any possible escape. Why can’t I breathe, I bring my trembling hands to my crying heart, I can feel my veins popping out of my neck. I have to act now but my mouth can’t even form the simple word help.

The footsteps get closer, closer and my mind runs farther and farther away from this reality. Am I really going to be a part of this horrific clique? I can now feel a strong presence behind me now as the footsteps subside; I am doomed as I am glued in place fated to this location for this situation.

I feel a hand clasp on my bare shoulder and a cold feeling spreads rapidly from the area of contact. I now regain control over my legs as my survival instinct kicks in. I stand on my quaking legs and begin shaking like a mad woman. Don’t touch me, don’t touch me!

I will not repeat my mistake, I won’t turn this time and allow déjà vu to commence, I won’t dare to turn my eyes and make four with the enemy. Running, I should run on the count of… now! My eyesight is blurry but I take off, can I a girl who is partially drunk who is also wearing a tiny tight dress and high heels survive a getaway?

My adrenaline is high and my heels hit the ground hard, left, right, left, right and then I hear something… something unexpected, the sound of my worst nightmare. I begin falling as the heel of my shoe breaks sending me off balance!

Once again the cold ground is my downfall as I can’t catch myself to stop this from happening. I fall in slow motion it’s like an outer body experience as I see myself cascading backwards into the dark of my enemy’s vicinity and right before my back and the wicked ground kiss I feel an arm wrap around my waist.

I now stand with my back pressing against this chest of death with this strong grip that holds me in place around my waist… which I cannot break with my strength alone. My defeat should I accept it? Can I honestly say I tried hard enough when my life is the thing on the line, no I cant, wont and never will.