It was a Saturday morning in Las Vegas when I was woken up by a noise from my kitchen. My body felt like I've been handcuffed to my bed. I sat up and looked around my dark apartment and heard the chirp of my phone again. What the hell? Who's calling me at this hour? I swung my legs over the edge of my king sized bed and shoved my frozen feet into my black fuzzy slippers. I stood up and shuffled to my kitchen. The candle I had lit the night before made a lavender aroma fill the room and make feel like I was on a romantic picnic at the beach, like I would never have. I came out of the daze to find my phone under empty boxes of Chinese take-out. Three missed calls from my sister, Kyrie. I punched in her number and held it to my ear. It rang three times until a high pitch voice answered.
"Hello? Aunt Brittney is that you?" The voice said.
"Mary, give the phone to your mom, OK?"
"Oh tay!" He said in his girly voice.
"Hello? Bebe?" Kyrie said.
"Yeah, what's up? You called like three times. Is there something you wanted to tell me?"
"Yeah, I set up a flight for you that leaves in four hours, so pack a years worth of clothes so you can stay here, okay?"
"Okay fine. I'll be there in six to seven hours."
"Yay! I'll be waiting for you at the airport." The line went dead.
I walked out of the kitchen to my closet which was filled with black everything. I peeled off my black nightgown and folded it then folded it over my arm. I pulled out a blue duffle bag and stuffed the gown in first. I grabbed all six pairs of matching underwear and bras with pink lace and stuffed them in the bag. I put on my favorite black low-cut belly shirt with a knee high black skirt, black stockings, black finger less laced gloves, and my black combat boots. I went to the bath room and grabbed my purple eye shadow, eye liner, and black mascara. When I was done with the mascara, I grabbed my black lipstick and put that on. When I was done putting my face on, I placed my make-up kit in the duffle. I grabbed eight shirts, seven skirts, two pairs of leggings, and my black flats. I zipped the duffel closed, and swung it over my shoulder. I walked to my bed stand and and picked up the keys to the apartment. I walked out the door and made sure it was locked.
I went to the elevator door and pushed the button to the lobby. The music that was playing made me drowsy, but the sudden stop jolted me awake .
As I walked off the elevator, a guy In a black trench coat pushed me down to the ground and then have me a death state before the doors closed.
"Don't you think some people are jerks, Brittney?" The voice startled me but then I realized that it was just Ms. T.
Tori, the manager of the hotel. She is the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, plus she is very stylish.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Tori, yes I agree with you." One thing about Ms. Tori is that yum have to agree with her even when she's wrong. If you don't then I promise you, then she'll be the elevator jerk.
"So, Brittney? Where are you going?" She looked confused.
"I'm actually going to Virginia for a year or so, but I promise I'll be back to help you handle these elevator jerks." I gave her a fake smile them handed her my door key.
As I stood up she grabbed my wrists squeezed them and stared at me with her purple eyes she was born with.
"Remember to watch out for the forbidden fruit." She gave a smile then let go of wrists. I smiled back at her as she started giggling.
When she started to walk out of the lobby she looked back at me coldly and said something into her walkie talkie. I grabbed my bags and slowly walked out of the red lobby and tried to remember the last time Ms. Tori looked at me like that.
I took small steps towards the bus stop and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large black figure and when I turned to look at it I saw nothing in the spot it was in.
