11 months earlier"Hey Mel, you can close up, right? My wife keeps naggin' me about when I'm coming home to help with the kids." I heard my boss yell from the front. I know it wasn't really a question, more like a command. But it's alright, he's a cool boss. Easy to get along with.
"Yeah yeah, of course!" I responded as I walked up from the back. He just slighty smiled while throwing me the keys, and walked out.
I spent the next hour and a half washing dishes and cleaning up tables. And finally, it was time to close up. I made sure to grab my board before turning off all the lights, and lock the door on my way out.
I didn't live too far from my work. Few blocks away, actually. So I always skated over here or walked. But at night, here in the outsides of New York City, it can get a bit eery, and creepy. Theres not many streetlights, so its dark as fuck.
Something felt different tonight though. It was pretty warm, and all the stars were glistening in the sky. It was beautiful, really. So I decided to go to the park for a bit instead of going to my lonely apartment.
Once I arrived, I jumped off my board and carried it straight to the swings.
I dug into my sweatshirt pockets looking for my headphones.
What the fuck? They're not here. I must have left them at work. Again.
I groaned loudly and unlocked my phone, checking the time.
10:23pm.
Deciding it wasn't too late, I just stayed a bit longer. Just kinda thinking about everything.
I guess I should explain myself, huh?
Well my name is Melanie Alexander Anderson. I have blonde hair that reaches my butt. I'm pretty short for my age; 5'2. I have boring grey eyes, and my favorite color is purple. I'm nineteen and I live in a small apartment in NYC. It's cool, I guess. I don't have many friends but I'm okay with that, I hate getting close to people. I hate telling people secrets and meeting new people. I'm just not a people person. But I guess thats because I've never had many people to talk to. Growing up, my parents worked a lot, but I knew they cared about me. So I didn't ever really have time to actually commnicate with them, and I was an only child. So it got lonely. And the fact that I'm shy as shit didn't really help anything. But oh well. None of that matters now. My parents died three years ago. They're plane crashed on their way back from a business trip in Los Angelos. It was hard for awhile. My bestfriend helped me get through it. Her name is Emily, shes pretty great. That's about it, I guess. I'm not very interesting.
I stood up and stretched a bit, pulling my phone back out of my pocket.
11:02pm.
Huh. I've been sitting here longer than I thought.
I went to bend down and get my board but immediatly stopped.
Someone is watching me.
I jerked up and frantically looked around. I swear I feel like someone else is with me.
I heard a deep chuckle from behind me, but before I could turn around, an arm was around my waist and a hand was covering my mouth.
"Baby, you've been caught. Struggle and I'll make this painful, alright?" My 'kidnapper' said while leading me away. I just nodded frantically, tears threatening to spill.
We appeared in front of a nice looking car. With one hand still around my waist, he opened the passenger door and shoved me in before running to the other side.
I glared at him as the car roared to life. He had a red snapback on and was wearing black hoodie with the sleeves rolled half-way up. His arms filled with designs and different words that I couldn't quite make out.
This pig. Piece of shit, fucker!
I guess he noticed me glaring, cause he looked at me and laughed.
I rolled my eyes,"Just shut up and take me home, you piece of shit." shit Melanie, how dumb are you? are you trying to get yourself killed?
Slamming on the brakes, "You don't talk to me like that! I'm the boss now, got that? You follow MY rules. And if you don't, there will be punishments. So be quiet, we'll be home soon." he yelled before starting to drive again.
I swallowed loudly, looking down.
I need to get out of here.