Bittersweet - Chapter Four

I slowly opened my eyes and got up. I looked around the room stupidly. Oh, I fell asleep in Chris’s room. I looked over at the clock. 9:30 am. Hmm… so, where’s Chris? I got out of the bed and went downstairs. The house was very quiet, as if no one was home.

I tried calling Chris… it rang twice and I know I heard it somewhere in the house…

"Sandra? You’re up already?"

I turned swiftly to see Chris standing at the door with a towel around his naked body. He was only wearing his black pants. His hair was wet from the shower. I awkwardly ran my hand through my messy hair and pulled down on my dress.

"I think it’s about time I go home. I need to change," I said.

"I’ll pick you up at around 7. Let’s go watch a movie."

I smiled and nodded before walking out. I still can’t believe I spent the night over at Chris’s house… in his room too. Mum was sitting at the kitchen table all dressed up for work, drinking coffee. She gave me a questioning look.

I knew she wanted to ask me what I did and where exactly I was but she only smiled and said a good morning before letting me go to my room.

I looked horrible... I realized when looking into the mirror. My hair was a mess, and my dress was wrinkled. I wonder what Chris thought when he saw me like this. I took off my dress and walked to the shower. The best thing I can do right now is relax, and clean up.

9 Hours Later…

I looked into my closet and frowned. Nothing!! I had nothing nice to wear. I never thought I’d become all this picky. Usually I’d just wear something… anything and go out, but it’s different this time. For a date, I should wear something pretty. At least something that would make me look pretty. Jen once told me that guys like seeing girls dress up for them.

Even if I didn’t want to… I should still try it. So for the next 20 minutes I was in a state of dilemma on whether to wear my black off shoulder shirt or my blue top.

In the end I went with the black off shoulder shirt, my white skinny pants and black converse shoes. I left my hair loose around my shoulders and left it straight. I put on my strawberry lip gloss, grabbed my phone and walked downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table for a while until my phone rang. I quickly answered it.

"Sandra, I’m sorry. Something came up so I might be a little late. You go ahead and I’ll come when I’m done."

I sighed and mumbled an ok before hanging up. What would he be busy with? I just don’t get it. He’s barely around anymore and most of the time when we decide to go out something has to come up. I walked out after a while, and called a taxi.

I really should get a license. If I did dad would have to get me a car, and if I get a car I wouldn’t have to keep calling a taxi every time I want to go somewhere. I got to the cinema at around 7:30.

I waited for Chris outside for 30 more minutes but he didn’t show up. What’s the point of watching a movie now?! God! I will kill that guy. I was the only person outside in the dark at 8 waiting for her boyfriend to show up.

"Hey! You!"

I snapped my head toward the voice to see a tall guy with black hair and casual clothes walking towards me. He looked so thin, it was scary.

"W-Who are… you?" My voice came out as a whisper.

He grinned as he approached me and held out his hand. "I’m Jeremy… and you must be Sandra."

I crossed my arms around my chest and stared at him with wide eyes. "Did Chris send you? Cause I’m about to kill him if he did."

His grin widened and he closed the distance between us, putting a white handkerchief against my mouth. Wait what?! I’m being drugged. "No … he doesn’t know…" was the last thing I heard before blacking out…

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I was running in a black mini dress and 2 inch heels. It hurt, and it made me want to scream. To top it off, it was raining like crazy. I heard my name being called out several times from a distance but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t… I was too scared.

The people who were following me weren’t normal. They had guns… so I couldn’t just stop. I was almost sure they wanted something from me. Something I wouldn’t give even if it killed me, so I kept running.

I ran until I was almost out of breath and my feet couldn’t take me any longer. I stopped for a split second to get the heels off. Then I ran again.

This time I didn’t go far and fell. My feet were bleeding and my heart was beating like crazy. I thought I heard Chris’s voice calling out to me telling me to keep running… but it was too late… or so I thought…