Lucky Escape

" ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ "

ᵂʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴮʳᵒᵒᵏˡʸⁿ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ᵃ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ 

ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱ

ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ?

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ

ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ

ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ... 

'ᵂᵃⁱᵗ!' ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᵘᵗ.

ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵗᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ

ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁱ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ 

" ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ... "

WAIT! WHAT?

I tear the piece of paper, squeezing it then I throw it into the dustbin. It's crazy how it has been five days since I last saw Cameron, and I find myself obsessing over him. Meg switches on the TV in the sitting room, distant voices play in the background. 

I try to continue writing, but the TV distracts me. I scramble down a number of words that come into my head on my rough note. To my dismay, I see a bunch of “Cameron black” 

My God! I am running mad. I fall on my bed and roll on my back. My door swings open and Meg stands in front of it.

“Krystal, um…There's an opportunity for writers online like… " 

"Not interested! It's all those massive companies, , and they are looking for writers to dope…steal from. I am…" 

"It's some sort of empowerment for small writers, and it's Cameron Black, a well-known Business Tycoon, investor…!"

I raise myself up from my bed, with my eyes popping out of my eye socket, I ask;

"Did you just say Cameron Black?" 

"Yeah, that man is soooo fine, when I saw him, I was like that's a fine ass..."

"When did you say the event is again?"

"You are interested?…" she asks with disbelief written on her face. 

"Yeah!…so when is it?"

"um…i rushed over to tell you so i…"

I race to my room without letting her complete her sentence. Once I am in my room, I pick up my phone from my bed, switching it on.

After several minutes of booting, a huge baby pops up…yeah, I have a baby as my wallpaper. They are so cute, and they always somehow manage to improve my mood.

I click on my browser and type in; "Cameron Black!" Various articles pop up with different Headings 

"Billionaire Cameron Black…Young Rich Investor Cameron Black…Heart troupe Cameron Black…Who is Cameron Black?"

I stroll down all the articles then  back up to the search button. Typing in my keywords 'Empowerment program for small writers by Cameron Black .' My eyes move down reading the information…

"WAIT!… He's only empowering Horror Writers?"

"WHY?…" My eyes move, following my fingers as they move on the screen.

Tapping my legs on the ground and biting my finger nails, I scan round my room until it darts down, looking at my reading table. There lays it 'My ticket to Cameron Black!'

The poor innocent body warmer lies on the table with Its bulky, padded, black gilet resting on the white surface of my writing table. His umbrella rests against my wall.

"Sorry I have to use you lot like this!" I apologize to them, but...

"Obviously, I can't afford to have a MAN'S stuff in an all-GIRLS' house; even after Five days, sixteen hours, twenty-two minutes, eighteen seconds of not seeing him plus the fact he didn't even ask for my number so he probably forgot that I exist and even forgot about the god-damn body warmer and umbrella… I obviously have to return it…right?

I pick up my phone scrolling up to the search bar, typing, I write "A cab to Brooklyn. “ 

I have to pay $50 for just transport!

CAPITALISM!

I roam around my room looking at the screen, perhaps waiting for the prize to change, but it doesn't. 

Truth be told, I am broke. Just too broke to afford $50 for just transport, and it's a little out of my budget.

Actually, it's extremely OUT of my budget. 

After staring blankly at the phone for hours, I do my 'iniminimanimo.' 

Unfortunately for my pocket and fortunately for my heart, it ends in 'book a cab!'

Hesitantly, I click the 'green book a taxi button' and my money flies out my pocket. 

Taking a taxi all the way to Brooklyn to return a body warmer and an umbrella to my heart troupe might sound and look desperate, but that is because girl I am desperate and there ain't no shame in admitting that. I know I am going to regret. At least my pocket would.

Standing in front of my mirror after making a nasty decision, I swing my cupboard open and pick out a dress. The first one I pick is a short red gown with hugging tight waist line without straps, it would expose too well my cleavage. “No, too slutty! “ I throw it on my bed.

Second is my average go to cloth, a crop top with a mini short. “Too normal! Plus, it's a corporate event, I am not going in there looking like a street junkie!”

Corporate right? I pick out a white shirt and a black trouser. Getting ready to fuck out of my house, I look around, but I don't find my killer black heels. 

God no! Not Meg again!

I swing my door open; 

“Meg, did you see my black heels?!" I don't hear Meg's usual 'God, Krystal... It just heels! No need to yell!" Instead, I hear the doors of the refrigerator cracking. I take steps towards the kitchen. Standing in front of the counter, I see the doors of the fridge open wide and the doors block the person who opened it.

"OMG Meg! You didn't refill the gas, so please…don't leave it open for that long!" I have told Meg a thousand times, but she never listens, and I try not to argue because my words are empty, having no meaning to her.

A male's voice comes from behind the doors instead of Meg's. 

“God…you are always so calm, I didn't know you are quite the Nagger!”

Not Douche!…you can guess who it's exactly obviously Douche!

"Where's Meg? 

Jack finally closes the door holding a massive taco in his hands 'not that I am petty or anything but Meg didn't pay for that.' 

He approaches me, munching it. In his eyes, there's so kind of emotion, one that I so loathed… The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trousers and I see something budging out, 'his boner' is protruding out of his white trousers.

" Why so scared Krystal... It doesn't bite!"

By 'It' he refers to his thin nasty prick!

"You haven't given me my answer!" He advances forwards, his steps hasty and loud, as if to torment me. His eyes large and red with lust.

Okay!!!

Jake's an enormous guy of around 6 feet 4 and I am 5 feet 4 so basically he's a foot taller than me. 

He's of a huge buck and very athletic, and I don't even exercise, I mean I can't even do ten successful jumping jacks in a row. So in other words I stand no chance in winning him, so instead I take backwards steps. 

My eyes blink in fear and my hands tremble. 

"You have a girlfriend… " my voice sounds teary.

"That doesn't stop our love! It stops Nothing!"

Close to the sitting room door, I vault out of the kitchen, but I hear his racy feet behind me. He is quick and swift, his hands grope my ebony hair and I let out painful groans. He throws me down on the white couch, still gripping my hair aggressively. My back lands hard on the couch and I growl in pain. My chest stiffens, getting tighter as I cough out aggressively, my chest is stuffy and hurting.

"I heard you're a virgin? You kept that pussy tight for zaddy!"

His large hands hold me down, and I scream, shouting for help. My throat feels clogged, and I try to dip my hands in my pocket get my inhalers.

He reaches for the remote, increasing the volume of the TV thus covering my screams.

I had to think fast.

His gigantic hands rip my button down shirt open and the buttons fall to the ground, making silent sounds hitting the tilled floor. He pushes my white singlet up placing kisses beneath my boobs, his hands hold my breast and his lips go up kissing my neck. His lips on my skin feels disgusting and moist. Tears finally rain down my cheeks, my chest becomes tighter, I can't breathe but still, I struggle trying to free myself; “Please!” 

I beg with tears falling down my cheek and wetting my lashes.

“Krystal… You always shine the brightest!” 

I hear my mother's voice again. Suddenly, energy rushes through my body and I reach out for the lamp on the stool closest to the couch I am on. I wrap my hands round it, Jake doesn't notice because he's too busy kissing my boobs. Lifting it up…

I land it on his head and he staggers down. I place my inhalers in my nose, pick up my bag, the one containing the body warmer, slip my feet into Meg's red boots and race the fuck out of the house.

Jake's behind me, shouting; "Bitch! Fucking cunt!'

I don't mind him and I continue running down the street. I see a yellow highlight and the cab stops in front of me.

“ Are you Krystal Gomez…?

I open the door and rush into it.

"Yes! Just go!"

The cab drives past my house. I turn back looking out the window behind… The image of Jake wearing only boxers and a thin singlet becomes smaller and smaller until it fades into the distance.

Finally at ease, I turn sitting comfortably then I make out a pair of wrinkled brown eyes staring at my boobs…I look down at my breast cleavage, which is literally showing because my shirt's buttons fell off. A little pink teeth mark is on my left boob, I drag my singlet up and adjust my shirt. 

Bringing out the mirror, I see my rough, scattered hair. I bring out a brush and run the brush down my hair until it's straight and neat. The Driver continues looking at me lewdly, he even bites his thin lips. I make myself smaller, shifting to the edge of the car door. I sit in the car uncomfortably until it stops at 'Sunset Event Centre.'

I step out of the taxi, but as I stare at the building I feel lost.

Furthermore, I realize…

I don't want to go in any more. I don't even know why I am here.