"Alright, that's four hundred and fifty dollars." Said the imposing man from the shadows. She had already been in there for the past two hours, making arrangements for fake I.D.s and birth certificates and such. Sitting in this dim, damp basement, with the reek of mildew washing over her, wouldv'e made anyone else sick. She was too preoccupied to care. She was about to become Alexa Queen, a high-school student from Wisconsin with a spotless record, as well as the papers and documents to go anywhere. She thought the name she came up with was rather corny, Queen, but she couldn't imagine how long it would take to find her with such a common last name.
"Hey!" The guy raised his voice to get her attention. She snapped out of her daze and slid the money across the table, flinching away when his cold hand touched hers to rip the cash out of her hand.
"We'll be in touch." He growled. She stood up too quickly and smacked her head against the only light source in the room, an exposed bulb hanging too low above the table. She felt a searing on her scalp as she flew up the stairs and into the smog. She pulled her hood up and ran as fast as she could to her brand new car three blocks away. She locked the doors and sped down the streets. A shop window caught her eye and she stopped to admire it.
A gorgeous sparkly grey purse glittered in the evening sunset. Its glitter beckoned her inside, so she pulled over. She walked into the store and up to a fashionably dressed woman behind the counter. She had a tasteful black shirt, sharp red glasses and perfectly plucked eyebrows that arched at the sight of her.
"Hi, can I have the purse in the window, please?" She said and slid her card across the counter. She realized the purchase was impulsive as soon as she took the card. Well, it was much too late for second thoughts. She slid it, the machine made a beeping noise, and she scoffed.
"Come back when you can afford the gum off the sidewalk." She sneered and showed her the screen.
ACCESS DENIED.
In big, bold letters, a strike in the heart. Her balance was $0.14. Fourteen cents!
This was all her money, down the drain. Wasted on stupid things, material things, when now she didn't have enough money for rent apartment!
She drove away swiftly, carlessly swerving around anything that got in her way. She pulled into the dealership and walked in, searching for the guy she met earlier.
"Alexa!" Called a man from behind her.
"Hey, Mike!" She replied and shook his hand. Mike was tall and lanky, with a bright friendly smile and kind brown eyes.
"Back so soon?" He asked cordially.
"I need to return the car." She said. He looked at her with surprise.
"What do you mean, 'return'?"
"I can't afford to keep the car." She confided in him. He looked at her with a strange expression, as if she had suddenly grown a second head.
"And so what exactly do you want me to do?" He inquired.
"I would like you to please see if you can take the car back, and if I could receive a refund?" She pleaded, ignoring his shock. "Mike I am broke and you solely are my last hope because I literally lost everything. I spent compulsively and I didn't remember that I actually had a limit"
"Have a seat, I'll see what I can do." He said, no longer in his friendly salesman voice but in his composed businessman voice. He strode over to a door next to his office, knocked and disappeared into the room behind it.
She sat there for an hour, twiddling her thumbs and watching the sun disappear into the horizon through the wall of glass behind her. The sky was black when Mike returned, his chocolate hair was ruffled and his face creased from stress.
"Alright, I talked with my boss." He sighed,
"More like argued." She said and gestured for him to sit down. He flopped into the chair beside her with a loud grunt accentuation his exhaustion.
"We can take the car back, but legally the dealership can't give you your money back." He delivered the bad news and looked cautiously at her. She groaned.
"But I can help." He said. she sat up straight and looked him in the eyes.
"I am paid salary and commission for each sale." He whispered. "Off the record, I can write you a check for the commission I earned on your sale. I don't think I deserve it if you don't keep the car." Her mouth fell open in shock
"Mike!" She exclaimed and jumped up. "Thank you!" He stood and she hugged him.
"You're welcome," he laughed "but this has to remain a secret, okay?" She nodded fiercely. "Follow me" He led her to his office and closed the door. Then he scampered behind his desk and sifted through for a checkbook.
He scribbled something down on a sheet, tore it off with finality and handed it to her. Deja vu.
"Thank you!" She repeated.
"You're welcome. I have to get back on the floor, but please keep this a secret!" He said. She gave him a hug.
"I promise." And she practically skipped out of the dealership.
The skipping stopped when she went outside. It was dark, raining and windy. She pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt and jogged. She was soaking wet, running in tall black heels and too-tight jeans. Her apartment was five or six minutes from the dealership while driving.
Half an hour later, she was almost home. Her pace had dropped to a crawl. She was soaking wet, shivering and out of breath. Something rustled behind her, and I whipped around. No one was there. She continued to walk, but she picked up her brisk pace. She heard footsteps behind her and broke off into a sprint.
She was running down a sidewalk at night with no bystanders. No witnesses. No one to help.
She pushed herself to go faster. Just as her building came into view, a huge warm hand clamped against her mouth and she was being dragged backwards. She fought and kicked, but she couldn't escape his grip.
She screamed for help as loud as she could, but his hand muffled the sound to a guttural mumble. She was being pulled into an alley now. She knew what could happen to her there. She kicked backwards and felt the heel collide with something rock solid. It snapped against the concrete wall. She writhed and screamed without making a sound.
Finally, she was flung onto the cold, wet ground. The world blurred into a black around her.
The last thing she managed to whimper before the world ripped away from her was "No".
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DRAMATICALS! I changed it a little bit and added this authors note. Thanks to everyone who actually takes five seconds to read this, but can you please please please leave some comments? Tell me what you think, what you like and dislike, etc... I would like some feedback so I can make the story *MOST* enjoyable for you. If you read this, please leave "concrete jungle" in your comment! thank you for your support and upmost sexiness! <3, Kate
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RomanceAll she wanted was freedom. An arranged marriage to a man she didn't know. Pressure from her parents, her friends, society, every single person she passed on the street. Princess Alexandria was desperate to be freed.
