betrayal

Mr. Mystery

Someone once told me love is a powerful thing and i never believed in true love. I always thought that it was just a bunch of nonsense, you couldn't possibly meet  the love of your life just by bumping into them or simply looking at that person for  split second.

      I am 22 now and those types of things i find super childish , i  am always going to Zoe's Cafe to grab some coffee , i mean if you  are me working all night trying to find the perfect picture to paint for the The People Arts Magazine you are going to want a cup of coffee . The smell of coffee hit me like seeing a light house out in a storm, just plain relief.  As usual i got the yummy white truffle espresso and damn was it good , i mean that shit was hot but it was delicious. i was so caught up in how delicious it was i didn't notice the man to my right and i spilled my coffee all over him. 

oww that shit is hot !

"damn i am so sorry i didn't mean to spill that on you .....!""

 "its cool , really it was an accident ...."

i started to stutter as i looked at him. i couldn't manage to get the words i wanted to say out of my mouth. He was so damn fine though, i mean i don't know if girls other than me say this but god damn  i would tap that. I suppress a smile at the thought. I try to find napkins or something, but my brain is stuff on this guy. Why won't my brain work for me? I mentally kick myself and try to help this guy. My whole body feels numb, whats with me? 

I look back to the counter, and Hallelujah napkins!

i grab some and turn around and he was gone. This mysteriously sexy man has disappeared. How on Earth? I turn around looking for him. The little coffee shop shows no sign of him being there. I slowly took a seat. I sipped on my coffee for a while. Oh good lord this is good. I closed my eye to savor the taste. I feel the caffeine running through my body. Its was like a rush of pure satisfaction. 

I start walking home and i turn the corner over to my art studio just before i head over to my apartment. I  get my paints out my brushes , then i grab my canvice i just stare at. i cant figure out what to paint for this magazine, all i can bear to think about is that mystery man. i cant seem to find inspiration so i go to the top of my studio and look out at the city and the sky but i still couldnt find an insperation. I decide to go home because i have been here for 4-5  hours just thinking. maybe i will get inspiration on my way home or i can think of something tomorrow , it has been a long day. 

Ring ring

"hey jessica"

"hey do you wanna go out to eat ?"

"sure why not i have nothinng better to do..."

"okay see u in 15"

"okay bye"

Great so know i got to get ready to go eat with my sister , the one pain in my ass but i love her to death. I go into my closet and decide to wear a black lace back low cut tight mini dress with some matte black 5 inch heels

I go over to my vanity and turn some music on to sooth my ears as i begin to apply my makeup and colors that compliment my bright honey gold eyes. I get done and begin to put on my bracelets and look at the clock and i dont have enough time because i am already like 20 min late, but then again my sister knows me so she probably hasn't arrived yet.

I head out the door while throwing my hair up into a ponny tail. i get on my motorcycle and hall ass down to Jaque Fremieres. My sisters favorite restaurant and i go inside and look around for her and i dont see her yet, thats kinda wierd but whatever so i call her and she says she is on her way. I get a table for us and i look over and this guy maybe in his 20's keeps looking at me ....its actually kinda creepy so i sit down and the waiter comes over and asks if i would like anything to drink and i get a margarita because i thought i deserved one after all today has been long and irritating. The waiter leaves and i look around to see if my sister has arrived yet  and i saw the waiter and that creepy guy talking to him.... i hope he is wanting to pay for my drink and nothing creepy.

My drink finally arrives and so does my sister but i take a second look at my drink before i start to savor the wonderful lemon-y lime taste. The drink is fizzing at the bottom and there is some type of powder on the rim of my glass. My glass has been spiked with some type of drug ! wow these guys are dumb. Me and my sister finish eating and i decide not to drink any of my delicious looking margarita. We walk out together and my sister gets in her car and leaves as i say goodbye and just as i was about to get on my motorcycle  when i see that guy walking around the corner...the one who was trying to drug me. I debate weather to let it go because i am safe and alive or find out who he is and get some answers.

i chose to get some answers and fallow him around the corner , then he takes a right and goes right into some abandoned building. I hesitate but i slowly open the door and its kinda dark, there isn't that much light, all i could see was some paint cans and shelves with tools on them and stairs.I look around for the creep but i don't see him anywhere , then i hear a loud bang. 

"hello? is anyone there? " i hear another bang then the lights go off and i scream then i feel this tight grasp on me as a cloth covers my mouth and i struggle to breath and get away. i try to scream but i cant everything begins to fade away and blur and my body begin to go numb.

My head is pounding and my heart is racing as I begin to regain consciousness, the place i am in is cold and i feel a cloth over my eyes and i can only see faint colors while everything is still blurry but yet coming back slowly. I am retrained sitting in something i am guessing a  chair. My wrists burn and sting while i can feel rope cutting into my flesh and i cant move my legs or body and am tied down to the chair so tight its hard to breath. 

I hear the handle of a door unlock and it begins to turn, old and squeaky.I try and focus on my senses what i  can hear and smell and fell to figure out where i am. Dust tickles my nose and The air seems undisturbed. Then i hear a man begin to walk in i cant tell from what direction....then it stops and i can tell where he is.

I can tell that the temperature In the air has changed, I feel a cold tingling feeling go up the back of my neck and I am so scared the hairs on my arms begin to stand. He them begins to whisper in my ear

"where is he? think hard about your answer." I get scared and  my breathing pattern begins to change and I stutter " w-wh-who?" he reply's "the man from the coffee shop! are you working with him?! Where is he!" my ears begin to ring and I try to respond " I don't know who he is I swear! I-I- don't work with him! I don't know what you are talking about!"