"What a night.." I said to Missy as I closed up the bar,
"You got that right sugar plum, havent had a bar bomb like those two in a while." She sighed putting up the chairs.
I leant against the counter and folded my arms over my chest. "Do you think there was something strange about that curly one?" i asked her
"Oh my, I do. I dearly do, Karla wouldn't stop talking about him. How he kept grabbing her, kept asking her personal questions oh and that-."
"No, no. Thats not what I meant, I mean.. they were shadey.. and when you mentioned my name Curly seemed to just.. oh I don't know. He was shocked and the fact he knew my name too." I sighed before getting off the counter and walking to my dresser.
"Maybe he's seen you on the posters or in a magazine, you're in quite a lot of them ya' know baby doll." Missy yelled over making me chuckle.
Still.. theres just something about him.. something mysterious..
As I grabbed my coat and bag I tied my hair up and fixed my make-up.
"I'm off Missy, i'll see you tomorrow." I waved to her from the staff entrance.
"Do you want me to ring you a taxi doll? its 3am. All them drunk men going to want you for dinner." She gasped, rushing over to me with a phone in her hand.
"Missy, please I live just around the block."
"Yes, which is an apartment building beside a pub." She added now dialing the number.
I sighed and waved goodbye making her huff and hang up going back to what she was doing.
The second I stepped out I could feel the cold air by a mile. I could see my breath infront of my in cold whisps of air fading away withing a second, I began to walk home feeling incredulously tired after a long day of work, I didnt make much tips today but I made enough to pay this months rent so, I guess it was okay.
As I turned the corner there was a car parked right along side the path with its bright lights on, the light was so blinding I had to put my hand up to sheild my eyes, I decided to be a good citizon and tell him either turn them off or down so there wont be any accidents.
I knocked on the glass window of the car but there was no one inside it, I stepped back and took a look around me. No one was near the car so I figured they were in a shop, I checked the time on my iPhone and sighed, it was already half-past three I didnt have anytime to wait for them to return, and.. even looking around none of the stores were open, I could see the bar off in the distance. My block just behind it.
I mentally battled with myself on wearther to leave the persons car on, making him stranded with no petrol and go home. Or leave and turn the heating on and watch some TV.
I got a little frustraited and turned on my heels to leave the second I did I crashed into someone,
"Hello." His deep raspy voice spoke.
I looked up at the familliar curls, the adorable dimples the piercing eyes. It was the man from earlier.
"Is.. uh.. i-is this your car?" I asked him pointing at the black range rover.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, "Yeah, I must have left the lights on."
I stepped back from him and nodded before walking on again, only for the blonde one to appear from the ally infront of me, Standing before me and blocking my way.
"Excuse me." I said trying to push past him only for him to stand infront of me again.
Shit.. I should've listend to Missy.
"Look, if this is over the vodka sorry but its my-." I was cut off by a rag being forced on my mouth, it felt damp there was some sort of..
Of.. compel-
comp..
cuh..
I felt my eyes becomming droopy and heavy, my legs began to give away and my whole body felt numb, my sight began to blurr, the only thing I could see was the blondie blowing me a kiss before everything went black.
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