Alone in Denver

Tacos, Tequila, and Tears

Prelude:

Elisabeth tried to look around her, she strained her eyes to try and make figures out of the pitch black darkness that enveloped her. She made a great effort to move her arms, but they were tightly bound to something, like the arms of a chair, making them unable to move. She tried also, to move her feet. They too were tightly bound to something, like the legs of a chair. Panic arose as she began to shake. The room was frigid and smelled like metal. No thoughts ran through her mind until after trying to detect her surroundings, one slow thought made its way through her mind.

What happened?

The thought slowly ran through her mind. Nothing else, not 'where am I?' or 'Why am I tied up?'. She had no thoughts, partially because she remembered nothing, and partially because she was she was in such shock she couldn't move.

She zoned out, staring at the darkness in front of her. Soon, a sound entered her ears. The rhythmic sound of rubber boots stepping and sloshing through thin water. Up until this point, Elisabeth remained calm. Once she came to full awareness, she frantically tried to break her hands and feet free, as she seen the figure of a man walk into the room.

Wait. What am I doing? Shoot. Sorry about that, I'm supposed to start at the beginning. Let's do that.

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It's the Fourth of July in Alexandria, Minnesota. The sky was clear, the sun has shown bright; everything was perfect. Elisabeth Remington woke up shortly before her mother and started to make breakfast. She was going to the refrigerator to get eggs when she heard her mother get up and stand on the creaky wood floors.

"Good Morning!" Elisabeth yelled to her.

All she heard in response was a loud groan, she giggled, her mom was never a morning person.

Elisabeth is a tall redheaded 21 years old. Growing up, she never had "friends", except for a few in high school. But, her mother was always there for her. People always thought she was a geek, a loser. She couldn't make a day to school without getting picked on, beat up, made fun of. High school was not okay for her. When people's words got too strong, she always either had her mom or her other geeky guy friends to talk to. That was the only highlight of her teen years. So through college, she lived in an apartment with her mother, just to make everything easier on the both of them.

Not exactly growing up with a father figure, that made her relationship with her mom even stronger. Tomorrow was the day that she left for her two-week vacation to Portland. Being away from each other it's hard for both of them.

Elisabeth finished making omelets by the time her mother, Kristina, made her way to the kitchen. She sits down on a bar stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen, her hair in knots and her pajamas turned around.

"You look like a mess." Elisabeth laughed as she set a plate with an omelet down in front of her.

"Well, it's hard for me to get my beauty rest when our neighbors kept lighting off fireworks." She replied frumpishly.

"Ooo! Almost forgot." Elisabeth said as she jumped to the fridge and handed Kristina a bottle of hot sauce.

"Oh, thank you, Hun." She laughed and her facial expression started to change.

"Weirdo." Elisabeth smiled and looked at her phone. "Parade is at 10:00 if you wanna go. It says it gonna be down Superior Ave."

"MM!" Kristina started to speak with a fork-full of omelet in her mouth. "We can sit inside Dairy Queen and watch it out the window."