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The sky was charcoal deep black. The rain was pouring heavy and the lightning was creating a ballet in the sky. The rapid heartbeat in Rochelle's chest was louder than the cackling thunder. Rochelle had a feeling that something wasn't quite right. She kept looking behind her, as she felt something was lurking in the shadows. Rochelle lived in a safe neighborhood and nothing dangerous ever happened. Why would she have any reason to be walking in fear?
“There is nothing to worry about, you make this walk every night. It's only a little rain and a thunderstorm.”
Rochelle said to herself. There was really nothing wrong.
She was trying to calm herself down. Rochelle just finished her shift at the diner and was expecting a package to be in the locker at her post office. She approached the door to the post office and the door was locked.
“Son of a bitch! This always freaking happens to me!” Rochelle exclaimed in anger..
Rochelle always worked these odd late hours and had a trick for breaking into the post office after hours to pick up her mail. Just like usual she managed to pry door open without too much effort. Rochelle took a deep breath and shut the door behind her. She reached in her pocket and grabbed onto a her metallic pink key chain flashlight. There was only the static of the flickering night light illuminating, the hallway in which the postal lockers sat. Rochelle had to feel her way to her mailbox to see if the key for postal locker was left there. Upon opening her mailbox she was overcome with disappointment .
“Are you fucking serious? What is this shit? Where is my key? I need this package!
Rochelle had been awaiting her package for quite some time. One of her many pen pals had just died after suffering a horrendous battle with pneumonia The letters had stopped coming and Rochelle new something was up. She had the unfortunate news delivered in a recent letter form her penpal's sister. Rochelle's pen pal wrote out a will just in case she didn't make it out of the hospital alive. The will had stated that Rochelle would inherit a vintage rare valuable music box. The box was truly a thing of beauty, was small and mighty. It was a dark mahogany color with deep rippled ridges that lined the outer case. The interior was lined with small crystals and a royal purple felt like fabric.
Rochelle wasn't exactly concerned with what the music box would play. She knew that the crystals alone made it a valuable buy, and she looked ahead to pawning it. Not everything was sunshine and cupcakes for Rochelle she had recently fallen on some hard times of her own. She was going through a messy divorce, struggling to pay her rent, and she didn't have very many friends. Perhaps her biggest kept secret was the abusive boyfriend she had on the side. Her husband knew nothing of this and the divorce was for completely different reasons. It was in fact one of the many reasons that Rochelle would work many late nights. Her husband was always working, and she just got involved with the wrong guy on the side. If she was too tired for sex, then he would make sure to get out of his frustration. He was a sick fuck for sure. This was his idea of a fun time!
When Rochelle would misbehave he would start by acting like a loving boyfriend. He would often tell her how beautiful she looked and that he loved the scent of her alluring, midnight in Paris perfume. She would be flattered and fall into the trap every time. His next move would be to slowly caress his hand up and down her arm until he would reach under her shirt and feel for her bra clasp. Once he would unhook her bra he would start nibbling on her ear and slide his fingers up the sides of her body with a very light pressure. He would kiss down to her neckline and make his way slowly to her mouth, and by the time he got there he would reach for the bottom of her shirt and lift it up over her head. Breaking their embrace for a few seconds then her bra would slide off, it would enrage the beast in him.
