Fatal Attraction : Atlanta

Prologue

Jessica

BOOM!

My eyes shot open from the loud noise and the slight movement of the van I was in. It was pitch dark and I felt crammed in here. There was a slight smell of old expired milk in the van. I tried moving my hands and legs,but i was tied up. I could hear heavy breathing so I knew I wasn't alone. By their breathing, I could see the person in the van with me sounded scared, but I was terrified.

 "Where am I? How did I get here?" are the only questions flowing through my mind. This day, that was supposed to be one of the best in any young girl's life was now turning into the worst. I just turned 18 this morning, and all I remember was me eating my favorite breakfast cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and going outside taking a walk around the neighborhood. Now, I'm in a van going God knows where with God knows who.

"Hello?" I stated. I hope this person in the van with me had an idea of what's going on here. "Yeah?" I heard a voice from across from me. From their high voice, I could tell the person across from me was a female. I ignored the hint of annoyance in her voice and decided to ask some questions. "Do you know where we're going or what kind of game these people are playing?" I asked.

"How the hell would I know? All I know is that we're gonna die, ok? Is that enough for you?!" She sighed. "Please just shut up and let's have queit ride."

Who the hell was she talking to? If I had my box cutter with me this bitch wouldv'e been sorry she ever came at me the wrong way, but I was already afraid for my life so I don't have the energy to argue. So, I  decided to just take a nap until we arrived to our destination. I closed my eyes and about 2 minutes after that, I was sound asleep.

- 3 hours later -

Splash!

"Wake Up!" I heard a man yell. His deep husky voice, along with my clothes soaked in ice cold water made me shiver.

I opened my eyes to see a dark skinned man with a big belly, black shiny jerry curls, a nicely shaved mustache and gold tooth stand beside me, holding the van doors open exposing the bright rays of the sun. He wore a white V-neck shirt, red denim shorts, and brown sandals that looked like Jesus picked them out himself.

I looked across from me to see a girl with a bullet wound through her skull, and another in her chest. Dry blood surrounded her mouth, arms, cheeks, neck, etc. Her eyes were open, but her her body was still. She was dead.

"You missed out on all the fun. Just shot your little friend here.She had a attitude and lets just say I don't tolerate disrespect too well." The man stated, with a NOLA accent. Now I was extremely terrified. I looked beside her to see another girl still breathing, heavily, tied up like me with tears rolling down her face. This girl looked familiar.

"Anyways, my name is Will. I am a - well let me put it like this.You girls are my hoes. You will address me as Big Daddy or Daddy Will. All of your hard earned money will go to me. Whatever your client wants you to do, you will do it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.Welcome to Thickems Incorporated." He  stretched his arms wide and had a big smile on his face.

Oh shit.