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Post by mala1152 on Jul 4, 2012 21:10:50 GMT -5
alright all, im baaaaack! warning: this update is a little bit creepy, so just be aware. ya cant say i didnt warn ya Chapter 22 The next day, Dorrance walked in acting like nothing had even happened. We just carried on our same bizarre pattern. What was the most bizarre, however, was that he gave me the same kiss every time he left, the same one on the forehead. While I was glad it was not progressing into anything else, I was still thoroughly creeped out each time he did it. Each time I had to wash it off. Even creepier were the photographs. Two days after Dorrance’s rage rampage – or five since I’d arrived, I assumed – Dorrance walked in my room with a Chipotle burrito and a large black binder. “Here ya go,” he said, handing me the burrito. “Your favorite!” Unwrapping the burrito, I saw that he was right – a steak burrito with black beans, guacamole, corn, lettuce, and cheese was indeed my regular order at Chipotle. But how did he know? Whatever the case was, it was easily overshadowed by the huge binder in his hands. “What’s that?” I asked. “This,” he said, sitting down right next to me, so close that our arms were touching, “Is my photo album. It’s every picture I’ve taken of you since we met! Go ahead, take a look.” I braced myself for extremely odd circumstances when I arrived here, but that honestly took me by surprise. As he was forcing the binder onto my lap, I had no choice but to look through the pictures. I assumed they would only be from the times I knew he was following me – the woods, the Chinese restaurant, and the grocery store – but as I flipped to the first page, my mouth dropped open. There were hundreds. Pictures of me at Starbucks before class; a picture of me picking up yet another bouquet of flowers; a picture of Riley and me in bio, dissecting some unknown animal and laughing; a picture of me outside my parents’ house with Callan; a picture of Damian and me getting in his car in the movie theatre parking lot; a picture of me on a run. “You took all these?” I asked fearfully, dreading the answer. “Yup!” he chirped, mistaking the shaking in my voice for happiness yet again. “Aren’t they great? Oh, I love that one! Such clear quality.” He pointed to a picture of the backs of Riley and me walking into our dorm building. I turned page-by-page through the album, my appetite lessening with each new picture I saw. So many times I thought I’d finally break down and throw the album at him and call him a freak, but I restrained myself in the event of another one of his tantrums. The book seemed never-ending; there were literally hundreds of photos of me, some that I don’t even recognize my surroundings or outfit. With each page, Dorrance always made some comment, muttering a compliment into my ear. Again, it gave me chills. My expression turned to one of horror; I felt so violated as he intruded upon my privacy. He was there all along! With a chill, only one question came to mind: had there been any part of my life that Dorrance had not invaded? sorry it was kinda short, but be expecting another, longer update in the near future. you guys know what to do, comment and reply, the usual... ill post soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Aug 26, 2012 19:13:24 GMT -5
Sorry its been so long, i know i say that every time! but heres another update as a show of my guilt!
Chapter 22 con't
Day six, I told myself as I awoke the next day. After the shock of seeing Dorrance’s stalker album yesterday, I decided that nothing could be as bad as that. I went most of that day in solitude; Dorrance had places to be, apparently, but he still spent hours in my room. Now, he sometimes didn’t even talk. He just stared at me, as if I were some famous artistic masterpiece. Each time he did, I would say something random just to get him to stop. His stares were more intrusive than the pictures, and brought back memories of when he used to stare at me in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. It was a long time since I had seen him. If there was a window or clock in my room, I would have assumed it was evening. I was actually learning to enjoy the solitude, despite the morbid thoughts I had when I was alone. It was better than the alternative of being face-to-face with Dorrance. At that specific moment, I was thinking of Damian. Just the thought of being separated from him for as long as the kidnapper planned on keeping me was unbearable. A ripple of pain shot through my chest, and I soon found myself heaving dry sobs; it was the first time I had cried in days. I thought I was probably out of tears to cry by now, yet they continued to stream down my face. My yearning for him to hold me and whisk me away to safety was so great that it was almost a need. He saved me so many times, I could not keep count. All I knew was that I was grateful nothing happened to him when the stalker came and took me; Damian and Dorrance had been in the same hallway at the same time, and who knew what could have happened. Amid my sorrowful thoughts, I recognized the faint clicks of Dorrance opening the door. I did not even raise my head to acknowledge his presence. However, he acknowledged mine right away. “Mollie!” he cried, seeing my shoulders heaving with my silent cries. “What’s the matter?” As he spoke, he sat down next to me on my bed and tried to wrap his arms around me comfortingly. I shied away from his touch; his arms were not Damian’s, for whose embrace I longed for days. Dorrance did not seem disconcerted in the slightest. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. I did not answer, but instead worked on steadying my breaths like the experienced runner that I was. Once they were under control, I picked up my head and saw Dorrance’s face shockingly close to my own. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “For what?” I croaked. What did he do?! “For being gone so long. It obviously made you upset. I won’t go away so long next time, I promise.” Was he really that dense? How could that possibly the conclusion he reached? After all he put me through, did he seriously think I loved him? Delusional, my mind reminded me. Best not to say anything and let him do all the talking for now, just to avoid getting him angry again. “Sorry, I had to go to another appointment, then I got hung up at the grocery store getting’ more food. I’m not used to getting’ food for two.” “S’okay,” I mumbled unintelligibly. We sat in silence for a moment, then Dorrance sat up straighter and said softly, “You look terrible. Why don’t I go make you some hot tea, and then we’ll talk. You’ll feel much better, I promise.” He obviously was not as in tune with my desires as Damian was; even though I liked hot tea, all I would want at a time like this was something particularly unhealthy, like cookie dough or ice cream or peanut butter straight from the jar, as cliché as that sounded. Dorrance, oblivious to my little reverie and lack of response, merely said, “I’ll be right back.” I fully expected him to get up and leave without a kiss because he would only be gone a minute, but he again surprised me. I kept my eyes downcast as I saw him lean forward to kiss me again. I should have known something was wrong just by the way he was leaning in, but by the time I realized it, it was too late to do anything. Dorrance, kneeling on the bed as opposed to my sitting cross-legged, put his left hand down over my right, the one with the handcuff. My head stayed down, so I could not see his right hand. He took it and lifted my chin with his fingers so that I was staring into his shallow, dark eyes. There was a resolve formed in them that nothing could break. What that resolve was, I was about to find out. Dorrance leaned in closer and closer, towering over me, until our lips were almost touching… No. This can’t be happening, my brain echoed, but yes, it was happening. Of all the times I feared Dorrance’s forehead kisses would evolve, I never imagined they would be as repulsive and terrifying as this. Slowly, almost deliberately slow enough to make me want to run away, he moved his face closer to mine until our lips touched. Immediately, I shut down, as always. My face was screwed up in the disgust of the moment, but I could not break away; I could not physically do anything, for he was above me with so many advantages I did not have, including the fact that I was immobilized. For a brief moment, I remembered all those months ago, way back in February, when Damian and I were at a college party and some bolloxed college guy started hitting on me. It turned out to be more than I expected when he kissed me, but Damian was there to save the day – to save me. Where was he now? Now, when I needed him most? As I thought of Damian’s saving act that, at the time, seemed heroic, I realized that he was not here to help me, so I had to help myself. Dorrance’s hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, but I turned my head aside and pushed against his chest with my free hand. Dorrance, obviously not getting the hint, moved in again for another kiss on the lips, but I stopped him. “No!” I opened my eyes and looked pleadingly at Dorrance, fighting back the tears until he left again. He looked down at me with a mixture of confusion, rejection, and sadness. However, as he straightened up, his expression turned to one of anger. Not this again! “Why can’t I kiss you?” he asked, his voice shaking with suppressed rage. He got off the bed and stood, literally towering over me domineeringly. “What’s the matter?” “Dorrance –” “No!” he shouted, holding up a hand. “No! I know what this is about… you love him, don’t you? This – this Damian guy?” Horror washed over me; so Dorrance did know. And now I was going to pay for it. As much as I wanted to reject this statement for the sake of my own safety and Damian’s, I could not deny something so undoubtedly true. “N-no,” I said weakly. My face betrayed my denial; Dorrance was not fooled. “So… he’s the reason why – why you can’t even talk to me, why you won’t kiss me. I thought I made it clear that you need to forget him and be appreciative of what I’ve done for you – for us! He hasn’t done anythin’ like this for ya!” He paused, thinking for a moment, then looked at me eye with a vindictive gleam in his eye. “Well, I can take care of that. If your Damian’s not there, you won’t be distracted anymore, will ya?” My eyes all but popped out of my head. In disbelief, I jumped out of the bed and strode over to him to yell in his face. What was he saying? “Take care of that”? “Damian’s not there”? What was Dorrance going to do?! “W-what a-a-are ya gon-gonna do? Wha-” But before I could finish, Dorrance seized me and shoved me back down onto the bed. Without another word, he turned on his heel and began stalking out of the room. I tried to run after him, make him explain, demand him to stop whatever crazy plan he was putting into effect, but the stupid chain jerked me back. Stopped in the middle of the room, I watched in horror as Dorrance opened the door, stepped out, and began locking it again. “Wait!” I cried. “Come back! Don’t – don’t do anythin’ – you can’t!” I was willing to do anything to prevent any harm coming to Damian; it was my fault Damian was involved in this whole mess anyway. Even if Dorrance came back in and tried something else, I would be willing to deal with it if it meant keeping Damian safe. After all the times Damian had kept me safe, it was the least I could do for him. “Please!” I continued yelling. “Please! Dorrance, come back! I’ll – I’ll do anythin’, just don’t – don’t hurt him! Please! Come back!” But Dorrance did not return, not for the whole night. Defeated, I numbly made my way back to the bed and curled into my tight ball in the corner. The full realization of what Dorrance was trying to do crushed down upon me, and I cried harder than I ever had. There was nothing I could do.
oooh, the plot thickens... lemme know what you all thought! sorry if this got moved so suddenly, it took me a while to find it myself... ill update as soon as i can, i promise!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 26, 2012 20:12:34 GMT -5
Wow! Let Dorrance try to hurt Damian! The lads and CT Security will eat him for Lunch and force him to tell them where Damian's girl is!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 30, 2012 21:31:34 GMT -5
WELL. here we are again, at the beginning of another update... i must have too many stories, because im running out of things to say in this space... ANYWAY. here it is Chapter 23 Those Godforsaken locks were going to drive me crazy, if I wasn’t already halfway there… I was trying to sleep, for crying out loud! After the terrible shock I received that evening, I cried myself to sleep, and was at that moment floating between states of consciousness and dreamland. When the locks clicked and I knew Dorrance was coming back into the room, I was too tired emotionally and physically to get up. If I pretended I was asleep, maybe he would leave me alone, and I could lay there and suffer in peace. I thought my plan was going to work, too. Dorrance said nothing as he walked in. I heard his footsteps stop somewhere near the center of the room, and I assumed he was taking in the sight of me asleep. Then, unexpectedly, his footsteps started again, moving much more loudly in the direction of my bed. Before I knew it, there was a shift in the mattress, and I felt him next to me. Cracking my eyes open into little slits, I saw that Dorrance had just lain down next to my apparently unconscious form. Fear overtook me yet again, though not as great when I feared something happened to Damian. Still, my heart raced, my palms were sweating, and I had goosebumps. Dorrance, picking up on my alertness, knew I was awake. What he did next put me into a frenzied panic, and I struggled to keep my sanity. Just like my nightmares, he suddenly leapt on me, pinning me down underneath his weight. My eyes popped open and I struggled with all my might to force him off, but my right arm was hindered by the handcuff, and Dorrance was grasping my left tightly. I kicked and flailed, but to no avail. He leaned his face closer, his menacingly piercing dark eyes bore into mine, and he crushed his lips against mine. I twisted my head away from him, flinging it every which way in an attempt to throw him off. “No – stop!” I yelled, but Dorrance only covered my mouth with his hand. His mouth moved to my neck; I screamed in misery and horror, and only then did he stop trying to kiss me. He leaned back to look at me, and I still fought to wriggle free of his bodyweight. I managed to shake his hand off my mouth, and I still writhed to break his grasp. Apparently, he saw my suffering and blatant disgust, and straightened up. “Stop!” I shouted again. “Get off me!” Shockingly, he obliged. I later reasoned that he was only trying to do what I wanted, and that was the only reason he obeyed me at that time. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he sat down at the other end of the bed at my feet. Was he serious? I stared at him incredulously, then said with a shaky voice. “If I didn’t wanna kiss you earlier, what makes you think I’m gonna make out with you now?” For the first time, my words had a biting edge to them. Dorrance’s face faltered; he realized that he lost some of his control. I, however, realized I was gaining some. If he would not do something to hurt me, I was at least safe of that – for now. “Well when, then?” he asked impatiently. “I don’t want to kiss you,” I stressed. It was clear that he wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let him do that again, not even on the forehead. “Well, then, what do you want to do?” The question made me feel even more empowered. What I really wanted to do was get the heck outta dodge, but I didn’t see that happening. Well, if he really wanted to know what I wanted… Should I really push my luck? Could this actually work? “Well… I kinda wanted to get out a bit.” “What?” he asked confusedly. I held up my right arm, the one with the handcuff. “Could you take this off? Please?” I saw his hesitation, then added, “It’s really starting to hurt.” He could not resist taking it off once I said it was causing me pain. He fumbled in his pocket for the keys, but had the cuff off my wrist in a minute. I saw the red, irritated skin underneath. It was tender to touch, but I would have to deal with it for now. “Could we please – pretty please – go out somewhere?” I asked in my sincerest tone. “Just for a few minutes. I’ve been in this room for so long.” “How do I know you won’t run away?” Dorrance asked suspiciously. “I promise I won’t. Besides, where would I go? C’mon, a few minutes, that’s all I’m askin’.” My heart was pounding as I said the words; could this really work? Would I really be able to get out of this room, and possibly away from Dorrance? “I don’t know…” he murmured, thinking very hard. “Please?” I begged again. “I – I won’t try anythin’, I swear. We – we’ve only been together in this tiny room. Shouldn’t we go out, show people we’re t-together now? And you’ve done so much for me already, why can’t we just do this one little thing? For me?” If that didn’t get him to agree, I don’t know what would’ve. My mind was racing; it had come up with such a brilliant plan in such a short amount of time, but now it was in overdrive. If I could just get out of here, maybe I could get away from Dorrance… “Where to?” Dorrance asked reluctantly. I did not even have to think. “The Starbucks by my parents’ house. You know where it is, right?” “Of course,” he said. Inside, I was doing a victory dance. “Alright, then, let’s go.” Dorrance grabbed me by the hand and led me out the door, into a large apartment. It was very messy – dust lay on every surface, stains spotted the carpet, the windows were cracked and filthy, and half the lights did not work. I thought I could possibly be in Dorrance’s house, but this apartment looked as if it had been vacant for some time. As Dorrance led me into the hallway, I worked up the courage to ask him this burning question. “Dorrance?” “Hm?” he replied distractedly. “Where – where are we?” “In an apartment building by Kildrum.” That was right in between my school and my parents’ house… “My apartment is right there,” he said, pointing to the door right next to the one through which we just walked. That explained a lot. “Oh.” That was all I could say; my mind was still formulating a plan for my escape, taking into account how dangerous Dorrance was. However, my scheming mind took a small break as soon as I walked outside, inhaling fresh air for the first time in Heavens knows how long. Keeping a firm grip on me, Dorrance pulled me delicately toward an old forest green SUV. As I clambered in the car and he slowly drove out of the parking lot, I counted the miles until I reached that Starbucks… until I reached my freedom. sorry if this was a little... ahem... much for some people. i made it as mild as possible, so please dont be offended! anywhooooo, comment comment comment and reply reply reply! (sheesh, im running out of things to say in THIS space, too...!) ill update when i can!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Oct 1, 2012 14:40:15 GMT -5
fantastic update! and its not too much...ive seen and read worse...hehe...update soon!
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Post by celticbear on Oct 1, 2012 20:36:48 GMT -5
Well done Mala! I was not offended! I just hope this plane of Molly's works and that by some Miracle of Miracle's Damian is at Starbucks with the Police to finally Catch Dorance!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Oct 6, 2012 1:15:16 GMT -5
AHHH. This was a great update! Good for Mollie... ditto to what Auntie said. Update! lol.
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Post by celticthundergirl on Oct 12, 2012 16:25:30 GMT -5
I totally agree. Great update. Update again soon!
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Post by mala1152 on Feb 18, 2013 9:16:17 GMT -5
Sooooooooooooooooooooo... I know I've taken about a five-month hiatus from the wonderful world of nox, but I promise I'll return shortly with many many many updates! Sorry!
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Post by mala1152 on Dec 30, 2013 23:51:18 GMT -5
So it recently occurred to me that I may have accidentally left this story unfinished... for anyone who still reads this, even though I haven't updated in over a year, I'm really sorry! Things happen, people get busy, you know... I unfortunately happened to get very busy very quickly, and sadly, my writing had to take a back seat for quite a while. I plan on remedying that ASAP and want to get started on some new projects and stories for here and in general. But I plan on finishing this one up soon, starting with this post. So again, thanks for reading this unreliable writer's very unstable work, and I hope you enjoy the rest of "The Unknown."
Chapter 24
“So why this Starbucks?” Dorrance asked me curiously. “No reason,” I shrugged, which seemed to satisfy him. It did not satisfy my raging mind, however; I definitely had my reasons for going there. In my letters to Riley, Damian, and my parents, I told them that, if anywhere, the Starbucks where I first met Damian would be the best place to look for me. I could easily go there and hide out for a while without dragging anybody close to me into trouble by staying with them. Plus, it was a populated public place, in which I would undoubtedly attract attention if something happened. I was just praying that someone found the letters… With a gulp, I realized that Damian might never have received his, for I never learned the results of Dorrance’s search for him. Should I ask Dorrance? Absolutely not. Besides, even if I wanted to ask, my throat had constricted so tightly at just the thought of something happening to Damian that speaking was impossible. I was just beginning to recognize some of my surroundings when the SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt. “What’re ya doin’?” I shrieked. I was so close… “Goin’ back.” “What?! No! Why?” Horrible scenes flashed across my mind… Dorrance, flinging me back into that God-awful room… being handcuffed again… Dorrance kissing me again… not knowing what happened to Damian… never being free… “What if someone recognizes ya and tries to take you away? This was a bad idea,” Dorrance said, shaking his head. He quickly turned the SUV around, but I grabbed the steering wheel and tried to turn it back in the direction we were going. Some errant thought in the back of my mind reminded me that, eventually, he would win this battle, for he was the one with control of the brakes and gas. Essentially, this scuffle was pointless, but that wasn't going to stop me trying. “Get off!” he grunted, shoving me back in my seat. “No! Please, I’ve been enjoyin’ this so much,” I lied. “And even if somebody does see me, I won’t run away. Please, Dorrance, just… let’s go!” I made another frantic grab for the steering wheel as I spoke. He did not like that, not at all. “I – said – let – go!” We struggled in the front seat, both trying to regain control of the car, but to no avail. Had there been other cars on that street, which was unlikely because of the hour (the clock on the dashboard said it was nearly nine o’clock), we would have hit every single one. I had just managed to pry one of Dorrance’s hands off the wheel. Suddenly, he stopped pushing me. I lifted my head and saw the distorted expression of anger I had seen when he threw his first tantrum. He screeched something unintelligible, and before I even knew what was happening, his hand was flying at my face. His hand struck me on my left cheek, and I momentarily saw stars. Thankfully, it was not a punch, but the slap had such force that it flung me backward into the passenger door. I bonked my forehead hard on the window and when I reached up to cover the part above my eye that hurt, I felt warm blood. There was a cut on my forehead, but it was thankfully not bleeding profusely. Dorrance, seeing the wound, immediately snapped out of his crazed state and scooted over to see what was the matter. “Did – did I do that?” I nodded since the lump in my throat too large for me to speak. He just stared at me, aghast. Silently, tears began running down my face. This emotional rollercoaster – happy for getting out of the room, hopeful of getting rescued, disappointed at turning back, angry for his behavior, and fear of his rage – was too much for me to handle. “All I wanted was to go out,” I croaked. “I know. I’m sorry,” he said. The car was still unmoving in the middle of the road. “Please,” I begged, “I just want to go for a few minutes, then we’ll go back.” Dorrance looked even more conflicted than before. He stared above my right eye, where the blood was, and out the windshield. “I guess it’s the least I could do, after that.” “I couldn’t agree more,” I said saucily. Watch yourself, I warned myself, and got rid of my attitude. “Thank you.” He turned back in our original direction, and the pounding in my heart sped up again. Maybe we would actually make it there this time… One could only hope.
Hopefully you liked this short update. Reply and comment, ya know, the usual... at least to let me know that someone keeps reading this story!
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Post by celticbear on Dec 31, 2013 0:15:22 GMT -5
Welcome Back! Great update! Hope this plane works!
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Jan 3, 2014 10:33:30 GMT -5
oh my God you're back! haha cant wait to finally read the end of this story!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 14, 2014 11:00:41 GMT -5
Alright, everyone, here's the next part... I hope you're enjoying these last little bits!
Chapter 25
There were only a few cars in the Starbucks parking lot by the time Dorrance and I pulled up. I could see through the front windows that neither Riley nor Damian was inside – not the best start to my escape plan. Once Dorrance parked the car, I hesitantly opened the car door and gingerly set one foot down upon the cement, then the other. Everything was a little wobbly, and I still held my bleeding forehead. “Wait,” Dorrance said, seeing my head. He took a napkin from the glove compartment and wiped off as much blood as he could. After an appraising glance in the rearview mirror, I saw that he got most of it off. I supposed he did not want me looking too conspicuous, but everything about my appearance screamed danger. My blonde hair, which I had not brushed in a week, was natty, frizzy, and splayed in all directions. My green eyes were swollen and bloodshot from lack of sleep, as well as half-crazed with anxiety and panic. As a result of Dorrance’s hard slap, my left cheek was flushed red while the rest of my face was the palest I ever saw it. And, of course, there were the faint traces of blood on my fingers and above my eye. “C’mon,” he said, grabbing me by my elbow and towing me inside. “Don’t tell anybody who you are, okay?” Too overwhelmed to say much of anything, I simply nodded my head and walked along with him. My stiff limbs did not want to move, but my motivation to gain my freedom kept them in motion. We quickly reached the door, which jingled when we opened it. As soon as I stepped inside, my aroma of coffee beans overtook my senses, and I closed my eyes to appreciate this little taste of liberty. None too gently, however, Dorrance jerked me forward. I saw in his eyes the same anger that had overtaken him in the car muted some. I think the barista saw it, too. She was a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties. As she glanced up to take our orders, I saw her wrinkle her forehead in concern and her eyes flash away from Dorrance’s face. “What’ll it be?” she asked politely. “I–” I began, but Dorrance interrupted. “A grande, skim, extra-hot caramel macchiato,” he ordered for me, “And a venti, soy vanilla latte.” “Comin’ right up,” said the barista shortly. Although she flinched when she caught Dorrance’s hard glare, she seemed tough. She stared right back when he cut me off, her eyes narrowing the slightest bit. As she punched in our order, she spared a few glances in my direction. I’m sure she saw the horrible state I was in, and I tried to throw her pleading looks while avoiding Dorrance’s eye. I shook off his hold on me and tried to move away from him, down toward the place where I usually pick up my drink, but he followed me anyway. “Hey Charlie,” called the barista into a dark green door, “Come out here ‘n help me with these drinks.” A few moments later, a tall, muscular brunette man walked through the swinging green door and began steaming milk for my drink. He and the woman barista talked with their backs to us, and I could not make out a single word. I assumed she called him out because of how intimidating Dorrance looked; she was a smart woman. “One grande, skim, extra-hot, caramel macchiato,” said the woman, handing me my beverage over a marble tabletop. “Thank you,” I said, shooting another silent plea for help her way. “And one venti, soy vanilla latte,” said the man, apparently named Charlie, in a deep voice. He began handing Dorrance his drink over the tabletop, but something apparently caught Charlie’s eye out the window. His hand froze, and so did the rest of his body. I looked behind him at the woman barista, but her eyes portrayed the exact same fear that I imagined was in my own eyes. I was afraid to turn around...
... aaaaand there we go! This chapter is far from finished... I'll update when I can! In the meantime, comment and reply, ya know what to do...
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Post by barbt on Jan 14, 2014 20:07:50 GMT -5
I hope it's somebody barreling in to help!
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Post by celticbear on Jan 14, 2014 22:52:04 GMT -5
I'm with Barbt! I do believe the Calvary has arrived! Look out Dorance because you are about to face Justice CT Style!
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