The Thirteenth Girl

Sorry For Second

Closing the wooden door behind her Anya left her house extremely annoyed and embarrassed simultaneously, how dare whoever did this break into her house and do such a thing. Anya had her suspicions as to who it might be. Her little brother, Jonathan coming to mind, he did something similar around a month before she had moved out. Her ex being the other suspect.

Anya sighed and tried not to think about it too much, there would be time for interrogations later, right now she needed to get out of this horrible dress and back into some better clothes. She had been paid recently and she didn't need to support a good for nothing boyfriend anymore, so she would definitely have some money left over to use to buy some new clothes. Anya relaxed looking over to her beat-up red, slightly rusty but well loved car, she had caught a ride with her boyfriend there so she didn't have it with her at the time.

Hopping in the driver's seat, a familiar jolt of excitement burst into Anya, if there was one thing in life that gave her true joy, was driving, the feeling of absolute power beneath her feet. She relished it, placing the key in the ignition, and turning it she felt the familiar growling of the engine and the vibration of it going up her pale legs.

Anya had put a pair of light blue and white canvas shoes on, she didn't like the clothes she was wearing, but all things considered she looked pretty good. Now all she needed to do was to stop at the clothing store really quickly, pick up a new set of clothes, get home, get changed and begin investigating.

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While Anya was at the shops, a mysterious figure dropped down into her bedroom window, a cheeky grin on his pale face.

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Anya arrived at the shops quickly, ducking into the clothes store, she picked up a pair of dark blue jeans, a dark grey almost black t-shirt and a new black bra. Anya went towards the counter, a blonde haired bimbo with a mouthful of gum and a nasty expression was serving her, after what felt like ages Anya paid quickly for them, and then left the store quickly.

She drove home a little slower, feeling more relieved than she had felt in a while.

"Now," She said out aloud to no one in particular "To start investigating."

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Anya pulled up to her house, a fiery and inspired look on her face. She walked in confidently and set her keys on her hook, walking up her stairs with her armful of new clothes. She turned on the shower, and started to strip off her clothes placing them in a pile on the floor.

Anya stepped under the torrent of warm water, she sighed contently, feeling the stress of the last twenty-four hours wash away. Anya grabbed the strawberry shampoo and squirted some into her hand before rubbing it into her hair. After around fifteen minutes she got out and began to dry off her long auburn hair, it was around half-way down her back, and Anya couldn't have been more proud of it.

Putting her new clothes on Anya looked at the dress she had been wearing previously, it looked nice, but she wasn't a dress wearing type of girl.

Taking a deep breath Anya stepped out of the bathroom and back into the hallway, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was around mid-day by now and Anya was feeling hungry, making some toast she then found a pad of paper and a black ball point pen she began writing a list of chores for herself.

It was an automatic task, no real thought needed to go into it, Anya's mind began to wander. Who did this, and why? Did I even know them? Another thought entered her mind, should she call the police?