Accidentally Sold My Heart

Chapter 2 - Dark Angel

Dreams are an escape from your reality…

The room suddenly became pitch black and cold…and empty. Skylla knew she was alone again, but for how long, she wasn’t certain.

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Her head was pounding and it felt like it was going to split in two. She took slow, calming breaths as she tried to gather what just happened.

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Holy smokes…

It worked. It actually worked.

She felt like rejoicing but for the sudden splitting headache she had, all she could manage was a half smile that looks more like a grimace. She bit her lip and walked slowly across the room, nearly tripping when her foot hit something solid. She reached down to pick it up and tried to scrutinize the object through the darkness when she realized she was holding a beer bottle.

BEEP… BEEEP… BEEEEP… BEEEEEEEEEEP...

Skylla’s eyes flew open to a bright mid-morning light and found herself looking straight at her wailing alarm clock.

“What the—?”

BEEP! BEEEP!! BEEEEP!! BEEE—!!

The clock flew across the room and smashed against the wall.

Skylla sighed as she rubbed her pounding head, then paused. She slowly scanned her room but stopped on the discarded bottles just a few feet away from the ruined clock.

“Damn.”

She flopped back on her bed, closed her eyes and counted to ten.

‘One…two…three…four…’

She turned over, planted her head on her pillow then screamed.

She sat up a few seconds after and got out of bed. Well, at least the screaming made her feel better, even if it was just a little bit.

She gathered up the empty beer bottles as some memories of the events from last night—or was it the day before? Came crashing back to her.

Her car, Bubbles, a vintage little blue beetle decided to permanently retire on the day she needed it most.

Her cat Anya, a stray hungry kitten she took in a couple of years back got really sick for the past few weeks. Any medications the vet gave her wasn’t working and she passed away just a few days ago.

Then the phone call.

The phone call she received from a distant relative who kept in touch since her mother and brother’s death was what destroyed her entire day.

It was news that her father escaped from prison.

She groaned from the memory. That was very, very bad news. The mother f***er deserved to rot in jail. She bet it was his “friends” that helped him.

She was surprised it didn’t hit the news yet.

There was a murderer on the lose.

She knew it wasn’t safe for her ‘cause she knows he’d be looking for her but she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to be with friends, which was how she ended up in a bar drinking and getting drunk. A couple of bottles turned into more than a couple rounds.

Tyler, one of her closest male friends took her home. But if she remembered correctly, he made another pass on her. She pursed her lips, he’s been doing that a lot lately. She declined although she had no idea why she keeps denying the guy, he’s funny, smart, charming and hot…but not as hot as Luc.