Sleepless In Vegas
Chapter 3: Terror in the Staircase
" Look, it's the Santino guy," John said.
" Shhh, be quiet! We don't want to make it so obvious," Chris Jericho said.
" Are you like the boss or something?" Randy asked.
" Shut up,'' Chris Jericho said and then walked closer to Santino.
" He's going inside Armani Exchange," John said.
" Well, I kind of see that," Chris Jericho said and continued to walk in there. The workers were looking at Chris Jericho and were wondering why he was hiding behind the clothes rack. Then a lady came up to him.
" Excuse me sir, but do you need help?"
" No," Chris Jericho said quickly and then got up. Then the lady raised an eyebrow and continued to walk back to the cashier.
" Catch up with him," Randy called out.
" Okay," John said and ran to Santino. Then they finally got Santino in another room of the store with no workers watching them there. John entered and pulled out a gun to Santino's face.
" Put your hands up where I can see them,'' John said.
Santino didn't listen and then Chris Jericho kicked him and held him in place.
" Now, we can make this easy and it can be done in a matter of seconds... or you can complain and waste our time here. What's it going to be?'' Chris Jericho asked.
" I'm going to waste your time and ask you a question like... what the hell are you doing?" Santino screamed and then Randy held his hands over Santino's mouth.
" Shut up," Randy said and kicked him down to hold him in place," we don't want to be heard and trust me, you don't want to be heard either."
" What did I do?" Santino screamed.
Chris Jericho kicked him again.
" You want to kill your girlfriend," Chris Jericho said.
" What?" Santino said," I would never kill my girlfriend!"
" Really? So what's this?" John asked and pulled out a piece of paper with evidence. John printed out a section from Santino's blog. It stated that he wanted to kill Maria.
" I did not write that. Where did you even find that?" Santino asked.
Chris Jericho suddenly laughed. Randy then said," It's not of your business. All I want to know right now is if you really wrote this."
" Of course I didn't write that!" Santino yelled.
Randy suddenly pulled up the gun and pointed it towards Santino. Randy suddenly whispered something into Jericho's ear and then pointed the gun towards the window and shot the bullet.
The glass shattered and the store alarms went off. John, Randy, and Chris jumped off the window and landed on the ground safely. Santino stood there, not knowing what to do. He kept looking left and right but then suddenly looked down and saw the gun that Randy had in his own hands. The police ran into the room and handcuffed Santino.
" I didn't do it! I swear my own life I didn't do it!" Santino kept on screaming,'' look at your own cameras around this room. I didn't do it!"
" Save it. We know that you were charged for a murder before."
" Murder? Sir, you got it all wrong!" Santino yelled but then the police pushed him into the backseat of the police car.
John, Randy, and Chris all watched from behind the tree. " He was charged of a murder?" Randy asked.
" Who cares about that right now. We could've been in that police car right now if we messed up," John said in a worried voice.
" Relax Cena," Chris said," we got it all under control now."
Meanwhile. . .
Torrie finished her last customer in the restaurant. She collected her tip and put it in her pocket. She saw her boss and ran to him.
" Hey, Finlay," Torrie called over.
Finlay turned around and smiled. Then he asked, " What happened?"
" This lady named Dawn Marie would like to make reservations with her fiance for a wedding this Saturday," Torrie said.
" Oh, two more days. Did you get her number?" Finlay asked.
" No, she was kind of in a hurry but she said she will come tomorrow morning," Torrie said.
" That is very late for a wedding. Usually if someone were to have a wedding, they would remind the restaurant a year earlier or so. Luckilly I have no reservations tomorrow," Finlay said.
" Lucky you," Torrie said, not knowing what else to say.
" You should get going now. I'm not paying you by the minutes you stay," Finlay said.
Torrie laughed and said," I know. I'll get going."
Torrie exited the restaurant and began walking to her building. She opened the doors and walked to the elevator. She presses the elevator button but the elevator doesn't come. Torrie looked to her right and saw an old lady wait for the elevator. " Have you been waiting here a long time?" Torrie asked.
" For about twenty minutes now. I can't take the stairs. My hip is replaced," the old lady said.
" Oh, do you want me to help you up?" Torrie asked.
" No, I'll just wait until the elevator comes."
" It doesn't look like they are working," Torrie said.
" It's okay. They'll come sooner or later."
Torrie just passed the old lady and walked over to the staircase. She opened the door and then shut it.
" Eight floors," Torrie muttered and walked up.
She got up to the fifth floor until she heard a noise. Torrie stopped in her tracks and listened carefully. The man's voice stopped when Torrie stood quiet. Torrie was thinking that it was probably just a man standing on the stairs and taking a deep breath because he was tired from walking up the stairs. Yet again, it was 1:00 in the morning and Torrie was scared just a little. The man's voice was heard again but this time Torrie was able to hear what he was saying. He was certainly not talking to another person. He was talking more to himself. Then she heard a series of breaths in the staircase. Torrie just had three more floors to walk up and she was going to do that. She was not going to stop because she heard a man talking to himself. Not everyone is okay these days. Torrie finished walking another flight of stairs and had two more to go. She stepped onto the stair until a man grabbed her by the arm and tugged her down the stairs. Torrie tumbled down one floor and opened her eyes. The man was standing on top of Torrie and Torrie just laid there breathing heavily.
" I just want to be your friend," the man said and grabbed Torrie's hand. Torrie slapped his hand off of hers and tried to get up and run away but the man pulled her down again.
" I won't do anything. I just want to get to know you," the man said and gently patted Torrie's head.
Torrie roughly shook her head to get his hands off of her and then looked at him with fury.
" You have beautiful green eyes,'' the man said and touched her cheeks.
" Get off of me!" Torrie screamed and kicked him.
" I know you," the man said,'' your name is Torrie Wilson."
Torrie opened her eyes widely and stared at him for a few seconds. He didn't look familiar at all.
" You're very, very pretty," the man said and was about to touch Torrie's leg until Torrie kicked him.
The man backed away and then Torrie quickly got up and kicked him in the groin. Torrie quickly opened the staircase door, scraping her arm against metal, and ran away. Right now she didn't care that her arm was bleeding. All she cared is that she would hopefully get away safely. She pressed the elevator button several times but the elevator still wouldn't come. She ran to staircase B and ran up two floors. She then ran to her apartment door and tried to find her keys from her bag. She heard the man trying to open the staircase door but he couldn't because Torrie kept a chair behind the knob. At about the same time Torrie opened her apartment door and shut it while the man broke the staircase door. While Torrie was breathing heavily behind her apartment door, the man looked around the eighth floor and then went back to the staircase.
Torrie slowly walked to her phone and picked it up. She dialed 911. Torrie was still breathing heavily and waited unpatienty for the police to pick up.
" Hello, what is the problem?" the policeman asked.
" There is a man in my staircase and he was bothering me. He kept on touching me and then I screamed and then I kicked him and ran to my apartment and luckilly got away safely," Torrie said all at once.
The policeman suddenly laughed.
Torrie raised an eyebrow, wondering why the hell was he laughing at a time like this. " Excuse me but you are supposed to be a cop who is supposed to help people. This is a serious manner," Torrie complained.
" Did he have a gun or a knife?" the cop asked.
" No," Torrie said.
" Then he was a harmless bum who hangs out in the staircase," the cop said.
" But he was touching me and I felt uncomfortable," Torrie said," he kept on talking to me."
" Did he touch you in any unappropriate places?" the cop asked.
" No sir but if I stood there any longer he probably would have. He first touched my face and then patted my head and stood in top of me. He then wanted to touch my leg. He even tugged me down the stairs," Torrie said.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. I heard this story before. Do you live in the building on Maple street?" the policeman asked.
" Yes," Torrie said softly.
" Man, this lady told me the story before and we couldn't do anything about it. He was just trying to find a friend," the cop said.
" Just trying to find a friend? More like trying to rape me," Torrie said.
" Sorry we can't send cops right now. They can be coming by tomorrow morning though just to check the place for you and escort the bum to another place. Right now your main concern is to wash yourself well because that bum may have been dirty," the cop said.
" How about if he had AIDS or something? You're just going to let me suffer here and have nightmares about that terrible man?" Torrie asked.
" Miss, I'm sorry but I have been too long on the phone with you. You have to listen, the only way that that bum would have been arrested was if he touched you in an unappropriate place or carried a gun or knife with him. "
" How about if he did have a knife on him?" Torrie asked.
" Sorry miss, I have to go," the cop said and then hung up on Torrie.
Torrie threw the phone against the wall and sat on the floor, leaning her head against the wall.
Later on . . .
Randy and Chris Jericho dropped John off near his home and said goodbye to him. John walked up the steps and opened the door. He saw Hunter sitting on the couch watching t.v.
" Two questions, how did you get in here without the keys and what are you watching? Wait, forget about the second question. I don't want to know," John said.
" Well, I found your keys in your mailbox. Luckilly the mail man didn't come and rob anything in your house," Hunter said.
" Did you check my jewelry? Are all my watches and gold chains in there?" John asked.
" All you care is about your fortune and not your family. When was the last time you have spoken with your mom or dad anyway?" Hunter asked.
" Not of yah business," John said.
" Fine then," Hunter said," you know what, you're right. It is none of my business to know about your family but it is also none of my business to check if all your jewelry is in your bedroom. "
" Stop being such a wise guy," John said.
" Anyway, while I was checking in your mailbox I found a letter and it states that you owe over twelve thousand dollars to this guy. What the hell did you buy?" Hunter asked.
" Once again, none of your business," John said.
" Okay, okay, but I will find out one day. You can never keep a secret for too long," Hunter said.
" That's what you think," John said.
" I just hope it isn't drugs or anything," Hunter said.
" If it was, wouldn't you see it packed in here?" John asked.
" True, true... Unless it wasn't delivered yet," Hunter said.
" Why don't you mind your business. If you do, everything would be fine," John said.
" I'll get going then if you want me to mind my own business. But John, don't think that the police never forgot about the mall shooting. They are still searching for you, so I suggest you don't buy anything harmful because they will track you down, believe me," Hunter said.
Hunter exited the door but then put the keys back in the mailbox so he can come back one day.
John sat there and thought about his parents. He always kept on thinking why he should care for them if they don't even care for him. His parents were the ones who caused him to run away from his house and join a gang. If you noticed, someone else had a similar lifestyle. This girl's mother died a few years ago and her father abused her when she was little. Those struggles caused her to run away from home and never come back. But what happens one day when her father visits Las Vegas and doesn't recognize his own daughter but his daughter recognizes him?
End of chapter--
Hope you liked it! Sorry for the long update everyone.