Fallen For Criminal

Chapter Three

New Year's Eve

The New Year had dawned upon us, and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation as people prepared to embark on a fresh start.

As I made my way to work, I couldn't help but notice the remnants of the previous night's celebrations, with fireworks still exploding in the distance and people stumbling around still feeling the effects of their revelry. It was a day of new beginnings, and I was eager to see what the future held.

As I walked, my phone rang, and I saw that it was my elder sister, Jennifer. I answered cheerfully, wishing her a Happy New Year. She returned the greeting and then went on to invite me to a New Year's Family Dinner that she and her husband were hosting that day. I was thrilled at the idea of spending the evening with my family, and my excitement was evident in my voice as I accepted the invitation.

My sister had always been one to host successful festive dinners, and I looked forward to the warmth and camaraderie that such gatherings always provided. I thanked her for the invitation, and we exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up.

As I arrived at work, I quickly changed into my waitress uniform and got to work setting up the restaurant for the day's business. Despite the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, my mind kept drifting back to the evening's festivities, and I couldn't wait to join my family for what promised to be a memorable evening.

As the day wore on, I found myself growing increasingly excited at the prospect of spending the evening with my loved ones. My sister's invitation had been a welcome distraction from the stresses of work, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of my family.

As the evening approached, I finished up my work and headed home to prepare for the dinner. I dressed up in my best outfit and arrived at my sister's home just in time for the festivities to begin.

The evening was filled with laughter, good food, and great company, and I felt truly blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people. As the clock struck midnight, we raised a toast to the New Year and to the joys and challenges that lay ahead.

As I made my way home that night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and optimism for the future. The New Year had brought with it the promise of new beginnings, and I was eager to see where my journey would take me.

The day started with a meeting hosted by our manager for all of us before we were designated into our respective sections. It was a new beginning for me as I had just joined the restaurant as a waitress and was eager to make a good impression. The meeting was informative and gave us a clear idea of what was expected of us. As the meeting ended, we all got ready for the day ahead.

A few minutes later, the customers started arriving one by one. Since it was New Year's day, it didn't take long for the restaurant to fill up with customers eager to celebrate their New Year's day with style. As a result, we worked twice as hard as any other day, rushing around, taking orders, and serving food with a smile. I was determined to make the day a success and give my best to the customers.

Throughout my work, I kept looking around for the stranger who had harassed me the other day. I was worried that he might show up again and create a scene.

Fortunately, he didn't come, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. But the fear lingered on in my mind, and I couldn't shake it off.

As the day progressed, I couldn't help but notice the various types of customers that came in. Some were friendly and polite, while others were rude and demanding.

One particular group caught my attention. It was a group of young men who were making inappropriate comments and gestures towards me. I ignored them and continued with my work, but their behavior made me uncomfortable.

As the day finally came to an end, I was exhausted, too exhausted to even walk straight. My feet ached, and my back was sore from all the running around. As I slowly ambled home, I received a text message from my elder sister Jennifer. She was reminding me to travel to her home for a New Year's dinner.

Despite my fatigue, I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of spending time with my family.

As I sat at my desk in the restaurant, my thoughts drifted to the invitation I had received from my elder sister to join her and her family for a festive meal. The mere thought of spending time with my loved ones, enjoying a delicious meal and basking in their warmth and love, made my mouth water.

I longed to be there, to share in the laughter and joy that always accompanied our family gatherings.

But as the day wore on, I found myself becoming increasingly tired and emotionally drained. Dealing with wealthy customers who seemed to think that their money entitled them to throw tantrums whenever their food was delayed by even a few minutes had taken its toll on me. I felt like a puppet being pulled in different directions, trying to keep everyone happy and satisfied, while ignoring my own needs and feelings.

In the end, I knew that I had to make a choice. As much as I wanted to be with my family, I knew that I needed some time to rest and recharge. So I sent a text to my sister, explaining my situation and apologizing for not being able to make it to her place. I knew that she would understand, but I still felt a pang of guilt as I hit send.

As I left the restaurant and made my way home, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The cool night air was refreshing, and I took deep breaths, trying to clear my mind and calm my racing thoughts. When I finally reached my apartment, I locked the door behind me and collapsed onto the couch. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and I knew that I needed some time alone to regain my mental health.

I switched off my phone and closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift into a peaceful state of mind. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was able to relax and let go of all the stress and tension that had been building up inside of me. I ate a quick snack, but my appetite was gone, replaced by a sense of contentment and peace.

When I felt ready, I made my way to my bedroom and welcomed the softness of my bed the moment I lay on it. The sheets were cool and inviting, and I snuggled down under the covers, feeling safe and secure. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I had made the right decision. While I missed my family and the joy they brought to my life, I also knew that I needed to take care of myself first.

I don't know what time I slept, but I do remember having a nightmare that night. I dreamed that I was on my knees performing Oral s*x to the handsome stranger at the restaurant. The man was moaning with pleasure while tears flowed from my eyes with disgust.

I then tried to pull away, but he strong hand pressed

my head against his manhood firmly.

Suddenly I started panicking. I needed him to let me go, but he held me in a never ending torture of giving him a Blow job.

Eventually I vomited on him, making him yank me away from him like I was something filthy. He then stared at me with so much hate and wrath that I screamed.....

As I sat up in bed, my heart still pounding in my chest, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered from the dream. It had felt so real, so vivid, that it took me a moment to convince myself that I was safe in my own room.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The clock on my nightstand ticked away the seconds, reminding me that it was getting later and later. I knew that if I didn't fall back asleep soon, I'd be exhausted in the morning.

But how could I sleep after something like that? The nightmare had been a jumble of images and sensations, all twisted together in a nightmare tangle. I remembered the feeling of falling, the sense of being trapped, the sound of my own screams echoing in my ears.

Shaking my head, I pushed the memories away. They were just dreams, after all. They couldn't hurt me.

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to me like a second skin. Every creak of the house, every rustle of the wind outside, made me jump. I felt like a child again, afraid of the dark and all the monsters that lived within it.

As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel more and more foolish. It was just a nightmare, I reminded myself sternly. Nothing more.

With a sigh, I lay back down and closed my eyes. It took a few minutes, but eventually I felt my breathing slow and my body relax. The nightmare faded away, replaced by the soft hum of my own thoughts.

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning. The sun was streaming through my window, casting a warm glow across my bed. For a moment, I had forgotten all about the nightmare.

But as I stretched and yawned, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The memory of the dream was still there, lurking just beneath the surface. And I knew that, no matter how hard I tried to forget it, it would stay with me for a long time to come.

At quarter to midnight, the neighbourhood was Extremely silent and calm, as if I were the only one who existed.

I could hear the tiniest sound of a mosquito.

I could also tell that someone was in my living room. There was somebody in my living room.

Whoever it was didn't make any noise, but I knew there was someone there. The thought accelerated my heart rate. How did they get into my residence, which I had locked? What did they come to do?