SEXY SCANDAL

ONE

"Hey Sam, I'll help you finish that." Christine, my co-worker said collecting the dishes from me. "You should go home you've been working late. You need to rest. Don't worry, okay?" I looked at her; there was no possibility of changing her mind. I smiled softly and nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate that"

My name is Samantha Martinez and this is my story. My life wasn't always bright. It wasn't like the fairytales parents read to children before bed. At least it was, till the murder of my father, a sight I'd never forget, he was murdered brutally, the killer had marked a chilling X carved into his chest and had taken his heart. It was a gruesome sight done by a serial killer.

He was a nice dad, a dedicated detective, and a single parent. I never knew my mum. She probably had abandoned me even though my dad had never told me about it. Life was perfect with him till he was killed when I was 21.

I arrived home; I unlocked the door and walked in turning on the lights. I walked to my room to freshen up tossing my phone and purse on my bed. I shrugged off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pale. I took in the familiar face that had always been cheerful.

My black hair hung in messy strands around my face. My blue eyes, which were once pretty with excitement, looked dull. Dark circles encircled my eyes. I looked down trying to cheer myself up. My phone dinged a few times but I proceeded to take my bath. When I was finally through, I stepped out of the bathroom in a towel going over to pick up my phone; I smiled softly as my phone began to ring.

It was Josh Walker, my childhood best friend. He's been my friend since like...forever? He works at a Golden Oaks Shopping Center. He's 28 years of age. I've known him since he was twelve when he and his parents moved in next door to our old house. He was too shy to talk to me then but we got along with time. Now, he feels like the older brother I never had.

He has hazelnut brown hair and brown eyes. He is incredibly attractive and has had many girls hitting on him nonstop. I picked up the call, his cheerful voice filling my ear.

"Hi Josh"

"Hi, Pretty. You've finished work, right?"

"Yeah, it’s not been long. I'm home now," I say blow-drying my hair. He has always called me pretty since we were younger because one time when I was bullied, and they pulled my hair and called me ugly. I remember him making a show with his friends to warn them because they were girls, and he wasn’t going to hit a girl. So ever since then, according to him, he’s been calling me pretty to remind me of how pretty I am.

“I just called to check up on you. Don’t skip dinner. I’ll know if you do” I smiled softly imagining the smirk on his face at this moment, and then I chuckled, “Fine. I won’t skip dinner, I promise. Okay?”

“Okay. Hey… take a break, rest okay?” he said more seriously this time, “Yes… Dad” I added and we both laughed. After a while, I hung up and tossed my phone on the bed. Groaning, I stalked over to my small wardrobe and then changed into nighties. I went into the kitchen and quickly made a plate of noodles, finished up quickly, and began to do the dishes. I looked around the house again.

The house held a lot of old memories, the creaky floorboards and dusty shelves whispering reminders of my father. Every corner, every object held a piece of him; pulling me back into the past, a place I could never escape. He taught me almost everything I knew.

Looking at the noodles now I realized how much I missed his cooking. Tears clouded my eyes and I hesitantly blinked them away. Who would have killed him? My father was always so sweet to everyone. Did he deserve death? I wiped my tears. If my dad could see me now, it would break his heart to see my like this.

I tried to channel my mind elsewhere. My life is as boring as hell. I had numerous bills on my plate and my job couldn’t exactly pay for it. I continued eating, slurping the noodles and scrolling through my phone. I finally finished my food then did the dishes and went to my room.

My phone dinged and I opened the messages

Threshold Club, 7 pm tomorrow