Serendipity

Chapter One

Once I had saved up enough money from working at my current job that I was lucky enough to get around last summer, I had moved into this apartment complex. I wanted to be an independent seventeen year old. I wanted to know what it felt like to be on your own. It took my mom months of convincing beforehand, but she finally caved in and agreed to co-sign on my apartment lease.

"What's the code?" We had made it to the humongous gates to my apartments, and reached the number pad.

"Uh." I felt like my mind just went blank.

He sighed impatiently. "Any day now."

The gears in my brain suddenly started turning."Five. Two. Nine. Seven." I let out each number slowly, as I rubbed my clammy hands on my jeans.

The red light on the number box turned green, granting us access to enter. "Now where?"

"It's the third left." I pointed out the window.

His gaze followed the direction my finger was pointing towards, he nodded in acknowledgment. We shortly arrived in front of the apartment block mine was located in. I glanced out the window, silently praying someone would see us and save me. Oh, why out of all days did my charger for my phone decide to give out?

I let out a small gasp when I heard him open his door suddenly. As he climbed out of the car first, he immediately started surveying the area. I followed suit. Making my way around to the front of my vehicle, I shouldered my purse, and waited. He eyed me, somewhat suspiciously, before deciding I wasn't going anywhere, and started scoping around again

This is my chance, while he's distracted.

I could make a run for it.

Slowly, I moved my purse strap so it was now across my body, I took a deep breath.

Three.

Two.

One.

I darted forward. "Goddamn it." I heard him exclaim as he slammed the car door shut.

I sprinted towards the closet stairwell. I tried my best to take the stair two at a time. As I rounded my way to the third flight of stairs I managed to get halfway before I lost my footing. I landed with a thud, scraping my hands on the concrete.

"God." I looked at my hands. Blood was starting to bead around my scrapped skin. Hauling myself up, I hissed in pain as soon as I put pressure on my right leg. My leg buckled immediately, and a throbbing pain was now very present on my shin.

Hitting your shin had to be on the top of the list of worst pains.

I tried to get back up, but the pain was too intense. Twisting my body and repositioning myself, I was able to get up slightly on my left side before being tackled from behind my knees. I was flush against the stairs in an awkward position. The stairs digging deeply into the front of my body.

I took a deep breath, getting ready to scream, but before I could do so a hand covered my mouth. He whispered close to my ear. "Please don't scream." He wounded his free arm around my waist, capturing one of my arms.

Taking deep breaths to try to calm myself, I processed what he had told me.

Since when do murderers say please?

I heard faint footsteps coming from the left.

Should I risk screaming and dying?

Taking a deep breath, I brought my elbow forward as if I was reaching for something, and brought it back hitting him hard right where I intended to. It pays to watch UFC.