Yin-Yang

CH.3 A Date to Remember

I asked Anna to come over and make me look pretty, I mean come on shes gorgeous and dresses like a millionare, while her mom and her live in an apartmant.

" So your seriously going on a date with this freak?" She began to curl the bottom of my hair, making sure every ringlette looked perfect.

" I kinda have no choice." I said, fiddling with my nightgown.

She finished curling my hair and began to put some light brown eyeshadow on my eyes.

" How could you possibly have no choice? Just say no! Or better yet, don't even show up." She finished with eyeshadow and let me put on the mascara.

Anna couldn't possibly know the situation I'm in. A freakishly handome guy whos vicious in everything he does, wont take a simple no too lightly. I can't just ditch, hes coming to my house, which infact I have no idea how he knows where I live, but I'll just keep that to myself.

" Anna, he's what you said, a 'bad boy'. He literally scared me into saying yes. I know hes hot, but he's a bit creepy." I put the mascara away and picked out a dress. It was purely white, and had a sweetheart neckline. It came up to my quarter thigh area almost to my knees, and it had shoulder length sleeves.

" Alright, and man, he's smoking! But be careful, bad boys are labeled bad boys for a reason." I nodded carefully and put on a pair of flat white slip-on shoes.

I heard a knock on my window, and it opened. I couldn't breath, how rude and odd to use a window.

He looked me up and down, eyeing every curve on my body.

" You look hot, and that dress, good choice. Ready to go?" He asked with a smirk.

" Uh, yeah.." I said with a sigh.

" Whos that?" He asked, directing his question at Anna.

Before I could speak, Anna chimed in.

" Im Anna, Liah's friend, I was just here making her look pretty." Anna chuckled.

He smiled at me, then lifted me up and put me out the window.

" C-can we use the f-front door?" I stuttered.

" Hell no, now come on."

He followed me out the window, and I hopped down, making my dress flutter up in the air.

I could hear the pleasure in his voice behind me. He opened the door and I sat down.

" Nice car." I said.

" Thanks, nice thong." He walked over to the drivers seat and turned the ignition.

" Uhm.. Thanks." I shut the car door. Nice thong? Really? He has to be joking. If he keeps this up, this will be the last date I go on with him.

" Where are we going?" I asked.

" A place."

" What place?"

" A place I like to go to."

Ugh, he was impossible.

" This isn't a set up where you and your bad boy friends rape me, right?" I spit.

He laughed at my annoyance.

" No no, and what friends? Can't you tell I have no friends?" He began driving a bit faster.

We arrived at a small cabin looking place. It had a bit of chipping and off color, but other than that, it was okay.

" What is this place?" I asked, hopping out of the car.

" Oh, it's a coffee shop, I thought you'd like it here. Its cozy."

He grabbed my hand and led me inside. A small skinny indian woman led us to a table.

" Pretty fancy place for a coffee shop." I muttered.

" Well, they also have pastries and smoothies, but other than that its labeled a coffee shop."

He laughed again.

" Wasn't that place interesting?" He asked me.

" Yeah, it was." I said blankly.

He stepped in front of me, making me stop. He glared down at me.

" You know what? Can't you just enjoy are time together here? You've had no emotion the entire damn time!"

He huffed, and walked down the street, his car still parked down the road.

" Greyson!" I yelled after him. I couldn't help if I was upset that a creepy cute guy was taking me out on a date.

I walked farther to him, trying to get him to stop. He walked down to an alley, where a old man stood next to a wall, counting change. Greyson walked up to the man and pushed his head hard against the wall. The man struggled to get free.

I quickly ran fast to stop him, trying to stop him from doing what ever it was that he was doing.

" Greyson STOP!" I screamed, trying to pry his arm off the mans neck. " GREYSON PLEASE!" I yelled, but he never turned to look.

I looked down at his hand which was reaching in his pocket. I saw the blade begin to come out, so I backed away.

I screamed in horror. He began to stab the man relentlessly, the man huffed and grunted and yelped.

Blood coated Greysons hands and body like cherry syrup.

I started to run, I needed to leave. He just killed a man, a helpless man. Even if the man wasn't helpless, what he did was wrong, and psychotic.

I could hear patters of footsteps coming after me, I kept running down corners and different alley ways. This alley was like a maze. I came to a dead end. I could see him, coated in red. He slowly walked towards me, when he got about a foot away, he dropped the knife.

I was breathing heavily, scared that he would try to kill me for witnessing.He pushed himself into me, digging his face into the crease of my neck.

" Shh, it's alright. Im not going to hurt you. " He hushed me, trying to calm me down, as if what he did wasn't a big deal.

He wrapped his arms around me, and for some reason I let him, I hugged him back, sobbing into his shoulder.