Midnight in Chicago

Chapter 1

Chessy has made more than a few suicide jokes in her life. She is a teenager after all, what was she supposed to do, ignore the latest funny trend? Fuck no.

She had never really reflected on it before. At least, not before this exact moment.

Loud banging outside had awoken her at 2am. She was hoping it was just her idiot neighbor, Martin, that had set off his illegal fireworks again for some stupid ass football team.

No such luck. The sky remained pitch black as ever in her tiny window. The solitary light of a lampost lit up the stony face of a man walking with purpose past her house.

Honestly, none of her fucking business.

She was about to go back to sleep when she heard the shattering of something in her kitchen. Which was followed by several more unpleasant sounds.

Burglars aren't shit these days.

Almost by second nature, Chessy grabbed her cracked bat and carefully stepped into her closet. Sure, she wasn't exactly at shitting-her-pants level of concern yet, but she knew enough about this neighborhood that she probably will be soon.

She has been on her own for a couple years now, so this was practically routine whenever something went bump in the night.

Surely the burglar would see her dingy house had nothing to offer, right?

She waited for what felt like an assload of time. An assload of just sitting there and contemplating why the hell she would have ever even implied she wanted to die. Life sucks shit most of the time, but not all the time. She has a couple close-ish friends that she would certainly like to see again. One of them even lets her use their Netflix, which is probably a bigger motivator. She has too many goddamn shows to catch up on to die now in her Star Wars pajamas.

No way will she die without watching the latest season of Queer Eye.

This was the only thought that ran through her head as she heard footsteps approaching her door.

Her door squeaks open.

Unconsciously, she wiggles further into her clothes rack. As she listens to the stranger attempting to navigate her mess of a room, a new thought begins to echo through her head.

Don't pass out don't pass out holy fuck do NOT pass out Chessy.

Her grip on the bat tightens.  Everything has gone quiet. Her small semblance of calmness is gone now. Something very fucking bad is about to happen.

She hears more than sees the door being pushed open. The bastard is doing it deliberately slowly, as if she's not at shitting-her-pants level already.

She was expecting yelling or some shit like that.

Definitely not fucking:

"...Are you serious?"

The voice is masculine. Deep. Dangerous.

The silence that comes after is.. incredibly awkward.

Is this how normal robberies go?

Unsure of what to say, Chessy kept her mouth shut and attempted to move further into her clothing hangers.

"I can see your feet, idiot"

She always did suck ass at hide and seek.

Knowing she was caught, Chessy reluctantly steps out of her clothes rack. She looks her soon-to-be-killer straight in the eyes to find..

A cute as hell guy? Aren't criminals supposed to be ugly?

Chessy didn't even consider this possibility.