Not wanting to carry around the dress and risk getting it ruined, I store it in the truck before heading down the street to grab a bite to eat and hit up the party store.
After I buy everything that is pink and purple that I can get my hands on, because they’re Rica’s favorite colors, as well as all the cat themed things I could find, which is Rica’s favorite animal, I head back to the truck.
As I walk down the street, I get this feeling someone is watching me.
Stopping, I look around, but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
That is, until I spot a black car across the street from me.Huh. I could have sworn I saw the same car outside the dress shop, too.
Picking up my pace, I start to speed walk.
My eyes flick over to see the car is now pulled away from the side of the road and is following after me.What the fuck?
Panic starts to set in, and I’m convinced that whoever is in that car is out to get me. Why else would they be following me? Maybe it’s someone from the diner back home out to get revenge. I shouldn’t have broken that man's nose a few monthsago, but he put his hands on my ass! What else was I supposed to do? He vowed he would make me pay. I thought he meant medical bills, but maybe he’s come to take my life.
“Relax, Nova,” I mutter to myself. “You’re being paranoid.”
Deciding not to take a chance, I turn to the left, going down a back alley to take the long way around to the truck.
My heart pounds in my chest, body breaking into a nervous sweat. Every few seconds I look behind me, waiting to see if the person got out of their car and followed me.
As I get to the end of the alley, I start to relax. That is, until I round the corner, and a man steps out in front of me.
I scream, eyes widening. Reaching into one of my bags, I grab the first thing I can wrap my hand around and pull it out. I twist the confetti popper at him, sending a burst of glitter into his face.
“What the fuck!” he shouts as I run around him, taking off down the sidewalk. “Not today, motherfucker!” I scream. “I’m too pretty to die.”
My feet pound against the pavement, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I grab something else from the bag and frown when I see it’s a can of silly string. “How the fuck are you going to help me?” I growl, but a second later, a hand grabs my shoulder, pulling me to a stop and spinning me around.
I scream again, and lift the can up, spraying the silly string right in his eyes. “Take that, bitch!” I shout as he waves his hands in the air, trying to get me to stop.
When I’m out of string, I look at the can and panic before throwing it at the man too. It hits him in the forehead before clattering to the ground.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” he growls, his eyes filled with fury.
Yeah, time to go.
I turn around to run again, but the fucker grabs my arm before throwing me over his shoulder.
“Let me go!” I pound at his back. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Do that, and you will be arrested."
“Youshould be arrested! This is kidnapping.”And not the fun kind like before. I don’t like this man, and he’s totally not my type.
“Maybe if you didn’t attack me and gave me a chance to talk, I’d have told you I’m a police officer and I wanted to ask you a few questions.”
“And I’m the fucking queen of England,” I hiss. “Like I’d believe you're a police officer. What do you think I am? Some naive kid? ‘Come on, little girl, get in my white van. I swear I have puppies and kitties inside,’” I mock, showing just how ridiculous he sounds. “Well, fuck you. I don’t want your puppies and you can shove your candy up your ass!”
“I don’t get paid enough for this,” he grumbles, throwing me into the back of a car before slamming the door shut.
“I’m going to sue your ass!” I scream.
He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the door shut. He looks at me over his shoulder, lifting a brow. “Yeah? With what money?”
“All of my father’s money.” I lift my chin, not sure what the fuck I’m even saying.
“Yeah? You mean your dead father? Did he leave you some large sum of money no one knew about?”
