The Unexpected

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Okay, so this is my second story and I’m just starting to write it.  I like it a lot better than my first story because I just feel that the parts that have written for this book are much better than The Last Breath.  I took my time, made sure it isn’t going too rushed, and I wrote it with a thesaurus by my side.  Anyways, on with the story!

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Prologue

I slammed the front door shut and threw my keys in the big bowl to the left.  “Mom,” I shouted, “I’m home!”

“In my office Angel!”  My mom’s faint voice said from upstairs.  I sighed.  She’s always in that damn office ever since dad left us for his blonde bimbo half his age.

I walked into the kitchen and slung my tote bag over my shoulder and onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.

We just remodeled the kitchen; it used to be really bad.  The paint was chipping and the cabinets were falling apart.  Mom picked up an extra job so we could live as we used to, but I’d give it all up just to be able to see my mom like I used to.  She let me do all the designing in the kitchen so I got us all new stainless steel appliances and deep oak cabinets.  We painted the walls and off eggshell color to match the specks of white in the granite countertop.  The granite was just a regular gray, black, and white mixture but it really tied the whole room together.  The curtains were a deep gray to match the granite as well and the lights above were silver to match the appliances.  Overall, I loved it, and so did everybody else.

I sighed for at least the millionth time and pulled out my homework from my bag.  I pulled out Biology and Italian first because it’s what I struggle in.  A couple hours past and I still couldn’t finish my Italian.  All that was left was one saying; “Stiamo arrivando.”

I finally gave up; I would ask Ms. Cagna tomorrow.  Cagna wasn’t really her last name; it was just a nickname we gave her because it means Ms. Bitch in Italian.  I don’t even remember her real name.

I looked to the clock and choked when I saw that it was already 11:31.  I put everything back into my backpack and through it over my shoulder.  I trudged up to my room and flopped down onto my bed without changing into pajamas or brushing my teeth.  I was too tired so I let sleep overtake me.

I was having the same dream I’ve had since I was thirteen.  I was swaying on and old rope and plank swing when someone started pushing me so I didn’t have to pump my legs.  Every time I tried to look behind me to see whom it was, I couldn’t.  It was as if I couldn’t move my head.  Then the swing abruptly stopped and two, black fingernail painted hands, grasped the ropes right on either side of my face.  I felt a sudden chill, followed by hot breath on my neck.  I shivered from the feel of belonging and bit my lip to keep my shallow breath from escaping. 

“Your mine Angel, and I’ll see you very soon my dear.”  His voice was deep, whimsical, and so sensual that I just wanted to listen to him talk forever.  He has never talked before so it sent a shock through me but before I could reply, I gained consciousness.

I woke with a start; a sheen layer of sweat coated my body.  I pushed the sticky hair out of my face, all the while thinking about the stranger’s words that felt so incredibly real. 

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Wow!  For some reason I really love this chapter!  I really hope you like it!  Please Comment, Vote, and Fan!

-Erika <3-