I made my way outside just under the awning to smoke. I don’t even smoke unless it is socially, or due to stress. This evening, it may have even been due to boredom.
I pulled my fur up around my neck, as I lit a cigarette to ward off the cold breeze.
I looked up to view a gentleman in a luxury Cadillac.
I immediately began sizing him up and by the looks of his suit and the Rolex watch that he donned on his wrist; it was evident that he had money.
“Hey are you ok?”
I waved my cigarette at him as I told him, that I was just taking a smoke break.
“Would you be interested in having a drink with me?”
I never pick up dates off the street, but this was extenuating circumstances to say the least. I needed money and this did not really constitute ‘street walking.’
“Sure, I stated, “I’ll meet you in the bar.”
“I would love to, but I am here on business and don’t want to be spotted by any of my colleagues.”
He waved his wedding ring finger, as if to solidify his reasoning.
“Hey look, I understand your plight of not wanting to get in a stranger’s car. If it will help, I will show you my license and you can call a girlfriend and let them know who you are with.”
I pushed back any foreboding feelings and reasoned within myself: “Surely he wouldn’t offer his identity, if he were a threat.”
I let my guard down and made my way towards his car door; the door that he had already leaned in towards, to open.
And that quickly, I sped off into obscurity with a total stranger…
I eyed the man who sat next to me driving, “Hey you missed the turn back there.” I could already hear the blood pumping in my ears as my heart raced, due to the surge of adrenaline in my system. Fight or flight, is the term that the professionals use.
He swerved down a side street at the same time that I reached for the door; in order to jump from the speeding vehicle. I managed to get the door open, but…….. My abductor quickly grabbed the leather belt on my fur coat and prevented me from exiting. I remember thinking, “I’m not going to be able to escape.”
The next thing I knew I hit the pavement and rolled, but not before I viewed the car backing up, to run me over.
I died that night, at the hands of a cold blooded killer and I could only hope that someone would care enough to look into my murder. Because…… Like so many things in life, things were not what they appeared to be; concerning my death.
I would be watching………Even if it were….. “From the grave…”
An excerpt from: ‘Max’s Mayhem.’
Coming to Amazon soon.
©2014 Amber Hawkins