Clair P.O.V.
I put on my black strappy sandals to match my blue strapless dress. "Are you sure you don't want a ride?" My boyfriend, Chris, asked as i continued to get ready to go to the club. I just turned 21 and my friends decided we should have a girls night out at the club.
I lived with Chris, who was already 24. "We live just down the street. It would be unnecessary." I said smiling. I grabbed my purse and phone then headed out the door. "I'll be home soon." We lived in New York City and there were a lot of clubs and luckily we lived just down the street.
I shivered as a breeze hit my exposed arms and legs. I smiled as i saw the club ahead. After showing the bouncer my ID i entered and squeezed through the maze of sweaty teens. Obviously underage. I would never have made a fake ID to get into a bar.
After a couple of hours and drinks we decided to leave. My friends lived in the opposite direction from the club so i ended up walking home alone. I felt the presence of someone behind me. I quickened my pace.
I ran into the apartment complex Chris and i lived at. I quickly got into the elevator and pressed 28. When the doors opened at my floor i ran down the hall. Thank god i didn't wear heels I thought as I entered our room.
I heard moaning coming from our bedroom and went to check it out. "Chris..." i heard a female voice moan. I opened the bedroom door and screamed at what i saw. Chris. In bed. With another woman. Chris got up and wrapped a blanket around his waist.
"Baby its not what it looks like." He said trying to redeem himself. "Oh really because it looks like you were just fucking another girl." I grabbed my purse and jacket. "Please babe, don't go." He tried to grab my wrist but i pulled it back.
"Don't touch me." I said before storming out of the apartment. After getting out of the elevator i ran out onto the cold streets of New York. That jerk!!!! After everything i have done for him!!! i thought angrily as i walked. I didn't know where i was going but i just kept moving forward.
I heard footsteps come up behind me and then i felt an arm wrap around my waist. I wiggled out of the persons clutches and turned to face them. There was a tall mysterious looking figure standing above me. He had something silver glistening in his hand.
He grabbed me and held the knife up to my throat. "If you scream i swear to god i will kill you." He whispered into my ear. He had a British accent. He led me to a white car and opened the trunk. He shoved me inside and slammed the trunk door shut.
I slammed my fists against the door repeatedly but it was no use so i just gave up. After a what I think was half and hour the car stopped and I hear footsteps come around the car. I heard a clicking noise and the trunk opened.
