CHAPTER 2
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“I still don't think that this is advisable. Look, his profile is blurry, you can't see his face. Clearly, he's some psycho killer, and you're his next victim.” Vida blurted out.
“You are funny, Vida.” Dahlia disregarded her friend's plea. She applied the last touch, a vanilla perfume, and a cherry lip gloss.
She wanted to look so different that even her father's men wouldn't recognise her if they spotted her out.
“You're covering for me, right?”
“I mean…I am, but at what cost?”
“I promise I'll be back early.” Dahlia gave her friend a tight hug. She grabbed her purse and pushed her boobs up a bit. She wore a push-up bra underneath her dress.
She wanted to look alluring. Now it was time for the big game. To sneak out.
Vida's house was not as huge as hers, but her father's men were always around, so she needed to be smart, quick, and brave.
She clutched her bag and walked out of Vida's room. Her friend collapsed on the bed, pinching her forehead like she was some failed mother.
Dal didn't wear her shoes yet. She didn't want to risk making any noise. She tiptoed through the grand hallway until she was close to the grand staircase.
She slowly descended, stopping whenever she heard the tiniest rustle of noise. She finally made it downstairs. Taking the front door was a big no, no.
She entered the kitchen, but luckily, the maids had left. She used the back door in the kitchen, normally used by the maids whenever they needed something from the garden.
Immediately, her feet hit the grass, a wave of freedom hit her. It was something she had never felt before. Her legs moved without her accord. She dashed out of there, not looking back.
Finally, she saw the city lights. She smiled at the beautiful view. She had never seen them up close. She only saw them whenever she was in her car.
Her mouth hung open as she looked around. She couldn't help but smile. If only she hadn't taken this bold step, she wouldn't have experienced this.
She was happy that she was brave enough to do this. She put on her shoes and kept on walking. Staring at things she had never seen and gasping along the way. Just then, her phone rang. Not hers but Vida's, because she couldn't risk getting tracked.
If she took her phone, her father's men would have been searching for her by now. She looked at the bright screen and it was her date. He sent a text.
“There's a car waiting at Delores Boutique. Go sit in it; the driver will bring you to my apartment.” The text read.
She squeezed her face as she read it. “Could have at least asked about my whereabouts or shown concern or something, rude.” She muttered under her breath.
Dahlia might have grown up with a tough upbringing, but she always held her head high when her father wasn't looking. He challenged some officials who came to her house and even walked out on some, but she knew never to behave like that with her father.
She looked around, trying to find where the boutique was. She grabbed her phone and searched it on the map. It was a three minute walk from where she was standing.
She shoved her phone back inside her bag and walked until she got to the place. She entered the car and it took off.
A sharp exhale escaped from her lips. What was she doing? How was she so comfortable doing this like she had done it 100 times? She thought to herself.
There was no turning back now, even if she wanted to. It was too late. Her palms grew sweaty, and she shook them, trying to calm herself. She was so nervous and scared.
What if Vida was right? What if she was falling into the hands of a serial killer indeed? Well, there's only one way to find out.
Dal realised that the road they were currently on was eerie, dark, isolated, and cold. The kind of cold that sends shivers down your spine. She swallowed the chunk of saliva stuck in her throat, looking out the window.
All that could be seen was weeds and bushes.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” She finally spoke up, staring at the man through the rearview mirror.
“Yes.” His voice was firm and deep.
The car finally came to a stop, and she looked up. They were in front of a huge metal gate. The gate rattled and opened, and the car drove slowly. “Whoa.” She exclaimed. She thought her house was big, but this was extreme. It looked like it came straight out of a Bridgeton movie.
“We have arrived.” The driver finally spoke, and she nodded as she stepped out. She clutched her bag tightly as she walked towards the spooky building.
“Would he be angry if I just turned around and left? Would I even get a cab by this time?” She was getting scared and rethinking her decision at this point.
Was it a good idea to come here? Seems like she just walked into a death trap.
A woman in a maid's attire appeared in front of her, bowing slightly and gesturing to follow her.
She followed suit, still scared like a child. The interior of the house was beautiful, but she couldn't focus on the details because she was scared as hell. The long hallways stretched before them, and she breathed out to calm herself down.
She saw a man coming from the other end. Was that her date? She thought to herself. They walked a bit further until they were closer to the man. The maid immediately left.
“H…hi.” She smiled awkwardly.
“Vida?” He asked with a straight face. She nodded. She forgot to change her name when she matched.
“Your date is inside. Please don't keep him waiting.” She frowned at his impatience. At least a nice welcome would have been nice. Why is he being so uptight. She said to herself
“Why are you meeting me instead of my date?” She shot at him.
“No need for unnecessary conversation, I'll leave you now.” And with that, he left. She stood there, shocked at his audacity, and angry at herself for standing there and taking such insults.
She knew he probably thought she was a hooker with the way she dressed, but she didn't care about that. She huffed, adjusted her hair, and finally opened the door.
She stepped inside the dark room, the place smelled like a cigar and something fruity, she couldn't quite grasp what it was.
“Hello?” She called out, but no one answered. Her hand felt the wall until she found a switch and turned it on. The room illuminated, and her eyes finally caught the figure that was sleeping on the bed.
“Aahh.” She shrieked, stumbling back and dropping her bag.
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