Her

Chapter One

The butterflies. Dancing around in my stomach.

I'm excited; probably more than one should be on a first date.

I perch at the cold granite of the kitchen table, freshly polished as usual, sipping a gin and tonic – just to take the edge off.

It'll make the whole much easier to do if I'm relaxed.

The kitchen is impossibly clean, as per usual, almost clinical and the light seems to bounce off every sparkling surface.

The air hangs with the scent of sweet roses, tainted with a barely noticeable undertone of bleach.

My black dress looks enticing and I know it will get his attention, it hugs my soft curves gently as I float from my seat.

I grab a small black clutch  from the table with my gloved hand and silently glide around the room, checking each outlet is turned off methodically.

I'm not sure why I always move so quietly. It used to be intentional but now I can't help but be silent and unassuming, the kind of person one doesn't notice when you pass them in the street.

I always had to be growing up and now it's just become habit i guess.

Once I'm satisfied that every plug is switched off, I sweep over to the last light switch and the room is plunged into impenetrable darkness.

The man I' m going out with tonight is much like the men I always match with on these incessant dating sites.

Dumb, toxic, burly, just looking for an unassuming girl to sweep off her feet and turn into some insufferable housewife.

They want someone to keep away under lock and key and I would pretend to be that... for a little while.

I know as I leave that the blood running in a tiny river from the crack beneath the bathroom door may give me away but honestly I don't think he'll stand a chance either way.

I slide into a black BMW, almost snake like, and I tell the driver where to go in a voice as soft as silk. I speak quietly as always and slowly, my voice almost inaudible, as if I aren't completely sure what I'm saying.

No one will suspect anything this way.

The car speeds past the flashing lights of the city and down a small alley to a dimly lit restaurant. There are no lights along the street and the cobbles lie empty.

As I slink out of the car, I smile at the driver and hug my dress a little too tightly around my curves, making him blush profusely.

I stand alone and silent on the cobbles for a moment, breathing slowly and going over what I must do and then I go inside.

authors note:
hiii, first chapter is very short so apologies but the next couple just need editing and then i'll publish them soon. this is my first book and i have exams so probably not the best time to start writing but here we go <33