I.N.K. Service

I.N.K. Service

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I gasp as I round the corner. I almost slam into a tall, suited torso. I look up and the scarred face stares back at me, blue eyes electric, brows furrowed, jaw clenched with menace. My first reaction is to pull a hit and run, but I then realize that it would land me being either punched in the face or pinned against the wall, or maybe worse. I start to back up, but the space I create between us is closed immediately. I start panicking like a wild rabbit about to be torn apart by a fox. I want to bound away from him but my legs are frozen. I want to push him over and have him tumble down the stairs but my arms are frozen. Suddenly, my bare shoulder blades hit the rough drywall behind me. Various curse words float through my head as I frantically search for a solution. None come until I try to kick between his legs on a whim. He saw it coming from a mile away and before I could even move, stepped on my foot. I hold back a squeal. It takes all my strength not to let out a startled yelp. He takes a long breath. "Are you," he starts in a gruff, fearsome voice, "Miss Melonie Terrace?" My brain freezes. I don't know, am I Miss Melonie Terrace? Yes, wait yes I am. I nod vigorously, eyes wide with fear and confusion. He takes his giant shoe of my tiny foot and pulls a card from his pocket and shoves it into my hand. And just like that, he disappears back up the stairs. I stand against the wall, shell shocked for a moment. The gears in my head start working. How did he know my name? Why did he want to see me? How did he know I was here? I gulp loudly compared to the silence around me. I feel the card between my fingers and lift the cream-colored paper to my face. It reads, Miss Melonie Terrace LaCriox; Restaurant 8'o clock, Sep. 5th
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Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town. "Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding. "We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets. Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house. "Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination. On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating. Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me. "Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation. "I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded. "You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place. The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm. Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure. Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory. To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!

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