The Boy Next Door

Chapter 37: i <3 u

I am sitting in the big gay gelato shop, waiting for Abigail to come. It's only five minutes walk from our school.

After waiting for five minutes, she enters the shop.
"Whoo! This place smell so nice," she
expresses feeling the aura of the shop. I nod in agreement.  One can sense the delicious aroma of different flavours of gelato's.

"You know Ice cream is my first love," she says. "Yup! Mine too," I reply.
"How come you haven't order any ice cream?" She asks, shocked. "Um I was waiting for you to come," I say. She sighs.

"Okay so we are going for prom shopping, but after the ice cream," she demands. I nod.
"Yesterday I tried out all the best boutiques, but none of them was worth going" I sigh.

"Don't worry, You don't know who I am; I am the Shopping Bee.I can smell good boutiques," she smirks. I chuckle. "Yeah sure."

After we finish our ice creams we head out of the parlour.
"So where are we going?" I ask.
"You just keep your mouth shut and let me drive." She commands pulling her red mustang out of the parking lot. Typical. Abby.

She drives the car uptown and stop in front of old destroyed market, with narrow lanes between them. "Where are we?" I ask. The place is wierd. I am getting strong intutions that something is wrong.

"Remember the flood that occurred back in 1919?" She asks.
"Yeah the Great Molasses flood, that caused nearly twenty one deaths." She nods. "The market you are looking at, was known as The Massachusetts Grand Market, it was a fashion hub back then. You know people from all over the country used to come here. It was a mini Milan." She informs looking at the market which was now wrecked.

"Wow," I sigh. No one can say it used to be a famous market back in 1919.
"So what happened to it?" I ask.
"The floods destroyed them, everything got destroyed. People tried to reconstruct it, but failed. People moved out of this area, this market was ruined." She sighed. I am amazed. I have been living in Boston since years but still other people know more about it than me.

"So why are we here?" I ask. The place smells like rotten wood. Its hard to breath. "Follow me," she orders walking into the narrow lane. She stops in front of a small wooden hut.

There is a small wooden board outside the hut. Which reads Monique boutique. We enter the the hut which I guess once was a boutique. There is a long norrow corridor with two doors in each side, locked. We walk down the aisle which leads us to an aluminium door.  Its all dark here, the only light you can see is through the hut door on the other end of the corridor, from where we entered.

This looks like the perfect hiding place for a mafia or an underworld don. She knocks the aluminiam door a couple of time. "Who?" A heavy voice asks from the other side. "Dog through the tunnel," she replies. What? Did I hear it right?

I knew from the begining something is fishy. I should have never trusted Abby. Is she planning to kill me? Huh.
Dog throught the tunnel, is that a kind of secret messege which means I am here and it's time to lay forward the plan of killing me. I shake my head shrugging off the witty thoughts.

The door creak opens, the bright light coming out of it make us squint our eyes. The scenery before me is quite opposite to what I expected. It looks like a huge wholesaler store. Never judge a book by it's cover.

There are people working here and there. Some lifiting boxes other with notepads and pencils in hand. Beautiful dresses hanging all around. Abigail walk inside and head towards a lady in black formal attire. She has jet black hair and olive skin, green narrow eyes and sharp features. The lady looks in her early forties.

"Abigail!" The lady exclaims in surprise pulling Abby into a bear hug.
"Oh dear nice to see you," the lady says. Abby look towards me waving me to come there. I nod and walk towards them.