\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1936894-untitled
Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Other · #1936894
After a night out with a friend, what Kendall witnesses changes her life forever.

"I know the critics said that movie was crappy, but I liked it" exclaimed Claire.
"I agree!" I retorted "They just don't know what they are talking about, but then I've never really cared what people say about it, I judge for myself."
The drive home from the movies was a quiet one, it's when we arrived in front of my building that we always get to talking. By the time I got out of the car it was 1am and the movie had ended over an hour ago.

"I guess I should get going, I'll text you later" said Claire.
"For sure" I said "Bub bye."

As I was getting out of the car I realized I had forgotten my keys. Hopefully someone is still up I thought. Tried the buzzer, as usual it's not working. Went to grab my cell and that was missing. Shit how am I getting inside!? I decided to trace my steps back outside to see if maybe I had dropped it while getting out of the car. Low and behold there it was lying in the snow. Yes!

-BANG-

Was that a gunshot? No way, it couldn't be.

-BANG-

Holy shit. I've gotta be hallucinating. That's it I'm tired and still running the movie in my head. That's it.

-inaudible yelling-

Is that a guy running...towards me. Shit. Move feet, move dammit. I started to step back and hide behind the pillar in front of my building. Then there he was, standing inches from me panting and sweaty. He looked the part of the typical murderer middle aged white male, partially balding and what little hair he has he's pulled it back in a ponytail. He's also very round around the middle. Is he really smiling? I was amazed he just shot someone and is smiling. Now he's calling someone. What is he some kind of hitman?

"Hey Tony can you come pick me up? My ride bailed on me. I don't know why, he...just...he...wanted to be with his old lady. Yeah I'm at Jerry's old place. See you in 5."

Crap. What am I going to do? Why did I forget my keys? After what felt like an eternity the 'hitman's' ride showed up. Once they pulled out of the parking lot I felt like I was going to burst with fear. I was shaking so badly I kept messing up my number. Finally got it and someones coming down to let me in. I'm good at hiding things but I don't know how to hide this.

major writers block - work in progress
© Copyright 2013 Josephine Rorabeck (mana at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1936894-untitled