The Girl with the Lost Soul

Chapter 4

"Uhh, umm. I believe you haven't seen me before in your life just as I haven't seen you before sir," I say as kindly as possible trying to make the sound of my voice differently with a fake smile plastered on my face. Not that he can tell anyways.

"Are you sure? Perhaps I've seen you somewhere? Where do you live?" He asked.
At that, my face turned to tomato red with anger. He sees my reaction and his eyes widen as he backs away holding his hands up as if surrendering.

"How dare you ask me where I live?! Who are you to be asking a person- no a woman as a matter of fact- where she lives! Do you have no respect over us?! You filthy man-"
Laughter. I'm cut off by laughter. I'm panting really hard but look at him as I notice that he is the one laughing.
"Filthy man?" He chuckles. "I'm anything but filthy," he says with a smirk on his face. "In fact, if you actually paid attention to me, you would know exactly who I am- he looks down my name tag- miss Leah Gordon."

I look at him up and down. Confused as to what he is talking about. However, considering the expensive clothes he's wearing I'd say that he was possibly someone important. Pfft. Not that I care.

"Nope, sorry. Don't know who your face is, but as a customer I will kindly give your change and tell you to have a nice day." I say with my fake smile again, but soon drop it as my voice turns cold.

"But as the person you just asked her home address, screw your specimen and don't bother to ask another girl that before they charge you for doing so!"

"Well, it seems as though I'm not invited here anymore, but believe me that facade you hold won't do nothing to me. I will come back tomorrow and the day after that, until I figure out where I have seen you before.

Then, maybe, considering if I know you or not, we'll see where that leads us." He starts towards the door, but before actually exiting he turns to face me as he holds on a smirk and bows down to me as if I were a queen.

At that I feel my face heat up, but I can't tell if it's out of anger, or out of something else that has stirred up in me.

"Grrr." I growl inhumanly. I will not let anyone get in my way.

That little fucker can screw himself if he ever thinks that he will be able to find out who I am. Pfft. As if.
Asshole.
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Falling. Slowly Falling. My red dress floats up as I try to get a grip on something. But. Nothing. I can't feel a thing. I'm numb. My heart. It feels nothing. I feel water running down my cheeks but can't tell whether or not it's from crying or if it's actually raining.

Why do I feel like this? Why?
"You can't run Aria. Not from me." Distinct laughter comes across him. "Not because of what I've done to you but for stealing your heart." A smirk. That damn smirk that had me falling for him since the beginning.

"No. I will run from you and I will forget you! No matter what it is I have to do!! I'd rather become a selfish bitch than to let you take my heart any longer!!"
I won't let you.
I can't.
So I ran.

Still silently falling. I remember once again the reason to the numb feeling of my heart. I still cry.
But.. I don't know the reason to it.
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I jolt awake from my bed feeling hot and sweaty. A nightmare just a nightmare.
It was only a nightmare, I say to myself. Hm. Even I know myself that I am only trying to convince myself but really it was a memory from that bastard.

I'm panting hard.
Angry.
Furious.
"Aaarrrggghhhhhhhh."
I shout.
My heart it is the way from how it was from the beginning. But why? What triggered this dream? No. A memory, however I don't get my answer by admitting that.
I get up and change into my leather out fit that I bought from a store. Tight leather pants that show my ass and leather crop too that show my curvy, flat hourglass stomach. Along with that I gather my leather gloves and  jacket. I put on my boots and head towards the garage. Getting the keys to my baby. I get on her and revive it.

Hmm. I wonder whose dying tonight.