Alexandria is the most courageous girl, but only when it comes to the important decisions. She may be able to work for the government, and decide who dies, but can she decide who to love? The guy who can give her love and treat her like a princess...
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The guy must not have seen Patrick, so as soon as Patrick pulled me into the store, the man turned and ran. I sagged down onto the floor and sobbed. The next thing I knew, there were squad cars outside of the shop, and a man was picking me up.
I screamed as it took me back to only minutes ago when a man was trying to kidnap me. He set me down and brought the paramedics to me. I was continuously asked, "Are you hurt? Do you want me to call your parents, sweetie? Do you go to this college?".
I answered in a string of words. No, no, yes. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. How could this happen? My parents just hired a new bodyguard, and I was feeling safe again. I just wanted to go home.
If I were going to be in harm's way, I would have rather been with my family. I missed my brother, my Mom, and especially my Dad. My Dad would know just what to say when the time was right.
Right about now, he would probably make a joke to calm my nerves. I abruptly stood up as everyone looked towards me.
"I'm okay. I just want to go back to my room, call my parents, and go to bed," I said calmly.
"Honey, we need you to give a statement down at the station. When you're ready of course," a kind and short policewoman said to me in a soft voice.
I nodded, but as I walked away I ran into someone. James. He must have seen the scene and came to see what happened.
"What happened to you, Dri? I came to your room to hang out, but you were gone. I heard sirens, and I was just so worried about you, I came right away," he said, hugging me.
Before I could respond, James moved away from me, and someone else moved into my embrace. It was Daniel. I looked at James because I knew this would be the end of our interaction, and he nodded in agreement and walked away. I would find it later to talk to him and explain.
"Hey," Daniel pulled my chin to his eye level, "are you hurt?"
I looked down again, "No, just a little surprised."
"Sorry, it took me so long to get here. I heard sirens, but I figured they were to break up a drunk college party. When Patrick called me, I ran," he whispered, looking at me with pity.
I didn't want to look at him. One emotion I would not accept was his pity. It was the worst. I took a deep breath.
"I need to go get some rest, so I can give my statement in the morning. I want some time to think. Alone," I stated quietly.
"I understand. I'll make sure a police officer is stationed at your door, and they will stay there until I pick you up for your statement."
I didn't want to argue, so I just gave him a peck on the cheek and walked away. I felt bad for James. He came to comfort me because he came to see me, but Patrick had to call Daniel.
