Why I Will Never Blind Date Again

Panic

“Owww!” Jaidyn cried.

In the process of my story my sister had been chewing her nails (a nervous habit) now they were nothing but painful stubs.

I grabbed her hand away from her mouth forcefully,

“Stop doing that.”

She smiled innocently and sat on her hand.

I smiled back, even though we annoyed each other often she was still my little sister.

“You may continue,” She proclaimed Regally as she gestured wildly with her arms, then she realized her hand had escaped from her lap and carefully tucked it back away.

I cleared my throat then continued my tale.……

I hung up and a brilliant plan formed in my mind.

“That was my mom, my aunt is dying as we speak so I have to go.”

I pushed my chair back from the table and stood.

He flipped the unzipped fold of his jacket to the side flashing the cold black of a handheld pistol.

“My condolences Miss Ace , but please sit.”

My brain was on overload.

Pearls, Ace, Hat, Evander, Ethel, Pearls, Ace g*n, g*n ,g*n ,g*n g*n.

How did he get it in?

How do I get myself out?

Before I could decide what to do. A gunshot cracked, the chandelier flew off the ceiling taking a chunk of drywall with it and landed on top of fake Evander.

I screamed and scrambled backwards. The entire restaurant was in an uproar,

“someone call the cops”

“Ahhhh.”

“Mommmmm!!”

“Is that guy dead?”

“I hope we get a free meal from this.”

“Hold me!”

“Run!”

I took a few shaky breaths and unlocked my phone to call 911; but the chandelier started shaking, then moaning, and finally an arm crawled out.

“Help me,” he rasped.

I sighed and grabbed the edge.

“You can't shoot me though.”

“Just get me out!”

With all the might in my tiny body which surprisingly there was a lot, I pulled. He pushed then wriggled out. Laying on his back covered in white dust he smiled. It looked strange on his face but I wasn't complaining, maybe this near death experience had changed him.

He sat up,

“Thank you.”

I nodded.

From the side pocket of his coat he drew the pistol and pressed it on my temple.

“Sorry about this popet, nothing personal.”

My jaw dropped as the barrel dug into my skull. It really felt personal.