Proposing Next to a Dead Body
“Morning princessa,” he whispered, his coffee breath hitting my face. Someone please give me a bucket.
“What?” I asked moving my face away from him as far as possible. He ignored me and said, “I learned that you’re a Bartender at the very famous night club. And you’re quite famous in there.”
“I work there but I’m not famous.”
“Doesn’t matter, I want you to make the best alcohol drink for me as you can.” He grabbed my hair and I yelped. “Quiet, you bitch!”
He pulled me towards the metal door past the two guys who had a straight face, like they’ve seen this before plenty of times. As he was holding my hair, it was so painful I had to look down on the ground. We passed a small hallway and we entered the room that had gray walls and some neon lights. I looked up and saw that there was a small bar with over 100 bottles of alcohol. He pushed me on the side of the bar with as much force as he could.
“Now, make the best alcohol drink you can and I’ll judge you,” he said, giving me an evil eye. I really don’t want to know how he will judge me. If he will like it, he will rape me. If he doesn’t it’s a bullet in my head.
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I felt the color drain from my face and I walked around the bar. I grabbed a martini glass and decided to make him the alcohol drink that would make him drunk after a few sips. I wish I had some pills with me.
After I made his drink he grabbed it from me spilling some of it on the table. I looked at him as he chugged it down like it was water. He released a pleasing sigh, “Mmmm, s-so good. Make me another one.”
“Are you sure? It’s really strong.”
He smacked his hand down on the bar table, “Don’t fucking question me bitch, or I’ll blow your brains out and send them to your fucking boyfriend.”
After he chugged it down again his eyes went up and he started to have hiccups. “Ugh,” he groaned, trying to hold his weight against the bar stool.
“Come here,” he muttered. I followed his orders and stood right next to him. He grabbed my upper arm and threw me against the wall that was next to me. As I fell down with my head hitting it, I felt myself get scratches against my arms and legs. I knew I would have some bruises.
He looked down at me with a cold look and started to unbuckle his belt.
“Please,” I begged, “Please, I’m sorry.” I started to scoot away from him. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me closer to him making my shirt rise to my stomach. He licked his lips and leaned in.
I heard the door slam open but I didn’t have time to pay attention to what was going on in the background. All I had to worry about is getting Keith the hell away from me. He started grabbing my stomach and going closer and closer to me.
A loud sound broke my gaze. A gunshot. Was is at me? I don’t feel anything.
Keith’s body fell on top of me and it felt like a thousand bricks. Shit. I started to push him away but I didn’t have any energy to lift him up. Quickly, his body was lifted off of mine and I saw blood on my shirt.
“Chris,” I muttered, “get out it’s a trap.”
“I think I’m fine,” I said running fingers through my hair. He leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, “I’m sorry Mia, and I shouldn’t have left in the garage. I was stupid, it’s all of my fault.”
“Only my girls do, and you’re the first one so far.” He muttered leaning in for another kiss.
I leaned back raising my eyebrow, “What do you mean, ‘so far’?”
He smirked, “I’ll always catch you,” he started to lean in again.
“Oh Romeo oh Romeo,” I laughed and kissed him.
I smiled, “How romantic of you to ask me to be your girlfriend, when there is a guy next to us with a bullet in his head. “I said with sarcasm.
“Yes!” I said out loud and leaning in for another kiss with my hands around his neck.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He winked squeezing my butt.
When we got out I looked around and saw police cars, fire fighters, and the medics. I scrunched my eye brows in confusion. “Chris,” I whispered as he had a hand over my shoulder.
“There are cops in here you have to get out.”
He stopped and looked around, “Umm, Keith didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
He scratched the back of his head. I waited patiently, what did Keith didn’t tell me. Oh wait, the secret.
My jaw dropped, I didn’t know how to feel at that moment. He lied to me, and I always thought that he was a gang leader but he’s actually a cop.
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To be continued…
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