Sticky situations (#SpringBreakAdventuresContest by WPAfterDark) | COMPLETED

The deal

We believe in destiny. We believe life gets better with every moment that passes. We believe in happy ever after.

My story wasn't happy ever after. My story started and ended as mysterious as it was.

I have been in a relationship with my 2 years boyfriend, who unexpectedly broke up with me on our anniversary. Why would he do that though? He got tired of our almost non-existing sexual tension.

Yes. You've heard that right. That was the reason of our break up, which I could do nothing at all about it. It seemed like he took every little single decision, and I didn't have a say in it.

That was a mainly problem in our relationship, but I didn't look much into it, due to the love I thought we had.

So here I am. After spending a week crying over a stupid jerk, who just mainly played with me for so long that he got bored, doing something for myself.

I am full filling my deepest wish of all times. I finally get to travel. My destination... Paris.

It didn't take me long to pack this morning, considering I was planning onto buy more clothes from there

So, this is me. My name is Theresa, but you can call me Tess. I am currently in the line for the security checkpoint, waiting to get rid of it already. My plan for this trip is total relax.

All I want to do is get there, drop my luggage at the hotel, and start enjoying the Paris.

Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

So, when my turn finally came, I stepped forward to the gate, without keeping an eye on my bag.

I passed through the gate without any other complications. My bag, howsoever didn't.

''Ms. Everet could you please come with us?'' a guardian spoke

''Why? What's wrong?'' I asked confused

''We're afraid that your bag is being kept, for evidence and you'll be incarcerated for trying to illegally transport a big amount of alcohol.'' he explained

''What? That's impossible, I haven't brought any alcohol with me.'' I stated

''Miss. Could you please stop talking? Everything you'll say can and will be used against you when we'll fill a warrant and indicate your time.''

''B-but'' I kept on resisting, but obviously failed.

After a half of hour trying to explain my case to the police officers, I found out it didn't mean anything I said, because of the obvious proof. No one believed me.

Bye, bye Paris. I thought to myself.

So yeah, here I am incarcerated in a little prison cell.

As much as I wanted a new start, it looks I won't be able.

Tired enough, I sit on the ground trying to take big breaths and convince myself it is all a big nightmare.

Just then, two drop dead gorgeous twins pass by the cell. They seemed deep in a serious conversation, but as if they sensed someone was looking at them, they scanned the area until their eyes found me.

Let's just say my heart is beating too fast, and I think I may have a heart attack.

They give each other a look, as if communicating through their minds, and head towards me.

Uhm. What am I supposed to do now?

''You'' one of them says

''Me?''