Chapter 1: Crappy Christmas
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I woke up with a huge headache. Christmas was a couple days away and I wasn't ready to face the music. Meaning my ever judging parents. Always wanting what's best for me but by their standards. It was so annoying.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and looked at the mop on my head. Yikes! No wonder Adrian dumped me. I looked horrible. I got my perm kit out and put it in my hair. I set the timer. 2 hours. God, this was going to burn my hair.
I tried to pass time before my shift at the diner. I cooked myself something to eat. Got dressed. Talked on the phone for an hour with Lissa. But one thing I forgot. I did not hear the timer go off.
I cursed as I raced to the bathroom and rinsed my hair out and looked at the bigger mess on my head.
"Oh you got to be frickin' kidding me!" I yelled at no one in particular. I groaned as I got my shit together and left the house. Today was so not my day.
I got to the diner and looked at Lissa as she opened her mouth. I put my hand up and shook my head.
"Don't start Liss," I sighed and got my apron on.
Stan walked out. Pissed as hell. Shit. "Hathaway you're late. Again! This is the 3rd time this week. One more time and you're fired."
I nodded and started on the orders. "I don't get it. You can keep a boyfriend who's a total asshole and I can't keep a guy. Why is that?"
"Maybe you haven't found the perfect guy," she shrugged. I groaned and stalked behind the counter. I stabbed the order forms until I looked up at the door and saw the sexiest man walk in. Okay well he wasn't that sexy.
I inwardly laughed. Who was I kidding? He was sexy as hell. And I tried to pat my hair down as he walked over to me.
"Can I help you?" I asked nonchalantly.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I knew it. He was staring at my hair. I looked away and saw the gun Stan was hiding. I looked back at the guy.
"I'm waiting for my girlfriend," he said with a slight accent. I bit my lip. That accent was too damn sexy.
It didn't dawn on me that he said he was waiting for his girlfriend. I smirked. Not for long buster. I just nodded and grabbed the gun out of its safe and hid it in my apron. I walked away from behind the counter and around to him putting the gun to his side.
"You're not waiting for anyone. Go. Now," I whispered, "There's a back door."
He looked scared and nodded.
"Just don't shoot," I nodded, "I um where is your bathroom?"
I nodded towards the back, "Over there. Go! Now!"
He nodded and got up walking to the door. I grabbed my stuff and left without saying I quit. I walked to him blindfolding him and tying him up in my car.
I got in and drove off to my parents. Oh great this is just what I wanted. I kidnapped my boyfriend. Well he wasn't my boyfriend, I kidnapped someone else's boyfriend/fiancée. I shrugged it off.
"Are you going to talk to me?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"There's an answer. What's your name?"
"Let me go," he replied.
"That's not a name. Come on. What's your name?" I asked cutely but he couldn't see me.
"Can you take the blindfold off me?" He asked.
"No not until we're away from society. I can't have you seeing where we're at," he groaned, "I'm stopping for gas soon. You can look then okay?"
He nodded, "My name is Dimitri."
Hmm, a sexy name for someone sexy.
"I'm Rosemarie. I prefer Rose though."
Dimitri shook on his restraint. This was going to be a long ride. I sighed and turned the radio on, hoping it will fill the awkward silence.
There you have it. Chapter 1. R&R. Tell us what you think.
