Chp.2
"BLUE!! HE'S GOT A KNIFE IN HIS SLEEVE!"
Sabrina knocked down her mysterious rescuer just as Paul was about to stab him with a knife he had hidden in his sleeve. Seeing his moment to flee, the teen ran out of the motel room. As Sabrina tried to make a lunge to pursue him, the man held her back, sliding off his cloak.
"Don't follow him, Sabrina. I bet Vee or one of his other men is awaiting him right now in a car or something, you'll never make it. You know how it is with him." He said gruffly. It was Blue, Sabrina's boyfriend.
"Man, Blue, that was the 4th time we have tried to get him...he keeps slipping away from our grasps."
"Yes, I know, but we'll get him next time, but... we've still got Lance and Final to worry about. I can't believe I didn't spot that knife in his coat pocket, thanks for warning me, hun." Blue and Sabrina then embraced in a kiss as they sat on the motel bed. After that they got ready for bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms, glad that they had each other.
The whole meeting with Paul was a set-up. Sabrina and her boyfriend had been fed up with her two admirers, who had recently conspired against her to get Sabrina back for hooking up with Blue, or so Sabrina and Blue thought. It turned out that Crystal's death hadn't been just because of her dumping Final for TRC, but to scare Sabrina into falling for either Final, Lance, or Paul. Final had kidnapped Crystal at a bar [this was their best guess], and then Final had brought Crystal over to Sabrina's house and brutally stabbed her to death in front of Sabrina herself. Paul had been the creator of the plan, and witnessed the death also of Sabrina's best friend. Now Blue and herself were on mission to kill all three of the wrong-dooers and avenge their friend.
**** Next Morning ****
Brriiinnnnggg! Brriiinnnggg!
7:30 AM. Blue yawned, stretching and looking down at his girl. Jeez, she was still sleeping? Chuckling, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek, gently shaking her awake.
"Sabrina...sweetie...Time to get up."
"Huhh...? Oh..hi Blue. I wanna ssllleeeppp! Go away..." She exclaimed sleeply, shoving her pillow over her head.
Blue sighed, smiling. "Your making me work..." Picking Sabrina up, he plopped her onto the motel floor.
"All right, all right! I'm up, I'm up.
After they had both gotten dressed and ready to go, they marched down to the garage and hopped into the rental car, a small red Jeta. Sabrina sipped her iced tea as Blue pulled into the busy Las Vegas streets. As they approached the high way, Blue suddenly noticed in the rear-view mirror a large white van following them. Strange...
"Say Sabrina, you see that van behind us?"
"Yeah...what about it?"
"It seems to be following us..."
"Well, what ever, but I want a coffee, Blue. This iced tea tastes gross."
"We don't have time...th-
Sabrina had cut him off, pleading that she get her treasured coffee. Sighing, Blue got off at the next exit. Handing Sabrina a five dollar bill, he watched her enter the Starbucks and wait in line. Gee, she's even got style when she buys her coffee...I love that girl. He thought. Taking his attention off Sabrina for the moment, he idly gazed around the plaza. It was your typical square. You had your shoppers, strollers, and...big white vans? That same white van had pulled up to the bookstore next to the Starbucks. Glancing nervously at Sabrina, who was still waiting in the huge line, he got out of the car, grabbing his newspaper and sitting in a bench. Using the Daily Times to cover his face, he watched as a man walked out of the car. It was Veeman! Paul's right hand man!
Vee's cold brown eyes locked with his own as he hastly started to move towards the Starbucks. Not good, Blue had been spotted. Veeman was definitely after Sabrina. Paul's agent pulled a revolver out of his coat. Sh*t! Blue had to save Sabrina, but how?!
Will Veeman capture Sabrina? Will Blue foil Veeman's plans?
Find out in the next chapter of:
"Secret Lives"
By Christine E. D.
"BLUE!! HE'S GOT A KNIFE IN HIS SLEEVE!"
Sabrina knocked down her mysterious rescuer just as Paul was about to stab him with a knife he had hidden in his sleeve. Seeing his moment to flee, the teen ran out of the motel room. As Sabrina tried to make a lunge to pursue him, the man held her back, sliding off his cloak.
"Don't follow him, Sabrina. I bet Vee or one of his other men is awaiting him right now in a car or something, you'll never make it. You know how it is with him." He said gruffly. It was Blue, Sabrina's boyfriend.
"Man, Blue, that was the 4th time we have tried to get him...he keeps slipping away from our grasps."
"Yes, I know, but we'll get him next time, but... we've still got Lance and Final to worry about. I can't believe I didn't spot that knife in his coat pocket, thanks for warning me, hun." Blue and Sabrina then embraced in a kiss as they sat on the motel bed. After that they got ready for bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms, glad that they had each other.
The whole meeting with Paul was a set-up. Sabrina and her boyfriend had been fed up with her two admirers, who had recently conspired against her to get Sabrina back for hooking up with Blue, or so Sabrina and Blue thought. It turned out that Crystal's death hadn't been just because of her dumping Final for TRC, but to scare Sabrina into falling for either Final, Lance, or Paul. Final had kidnapped Crystal at a bar [this was their best guess], and then Final had brought Crystal over to Sabrina's house and brutally stabbed her to death in front of Sabrina herself. Paul had been the creator of the plan, and witnessed the death also of Sabrina's best friend. Now Blue and herself were on mission to kill all three of the wrong-dooers and avenge their friend.
**** Next Morning ****
Brriiinnnnggg! Brriiinnnggg!
7:30 AM. Blue yawned, stretching and looking down at his girl. Jeez, she was still sleeping? Chuckling, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek, gently shaking her awake.
"Sabrina...sweetie...Time to get up."
"Huhh...? Oh..hi Blue. I wanna ssllleeeppp! Go away..." She exclaimed sleeply, shoving her pillow over her head.
Blue sighed, smiling. "Your making me work..." Picking Sabrina up, he plopped her onto the motel floor.
"All right, all right! I'm up, I'm up.
After they had both gotten dressed and ready to go, they marched down to the garage and hopped into the rental car, a small red Jeta. Sabrina sipped her iced tea as Blue pulled into the busy Las Vegas streets. As they approached the high way, Blue suddenly noticed in the rear-view mirror a large white van following them. Strange...
"Say Sabrina, you see that van behind us?"
"Yeah...what about it?"
"It seems to be following us..."
"Well, what ever, but I want a coffee, Blue. This iced tea tastes gross."
"We don't have time...th-
Sabrina had cut him off, pleading that she get her treasured coffee. Sighing, Blue got off at the next exit. Handing Sabrina a five dollar bill, he watched her enter the Starbucks and wait in line. Gee, she's even got style when she buys her coffee...I love that girl. He thought. Taking his attention off Sabrina for the moment, he idly gazed around the plaza. It was your typical square. You had your shoppers, strollers, and...big white vans? That same white van had pulled up to the bookstore next to the Starbucks. Glancing nervously at Sabrina, who was still waiting in the huge line, he got out of the car, grabbing his newspaper and sitting in a bench. Using the Daily Times to cover his face, he watched as a man walked out of the car. It was Veeman! Paul's right hand man!
Vee's cold brown eyes locked with his own as he hastly started to move towards the Starbucks. Not good, Blue had been spotted. Veeman was definitely after Sabrina. Paul's agent pulled a revolver out of his coat. Sh*t! Blue had to save Sabrina, but how?!
Will Veeman capture Sabrina? Will Blue foil Veeman's plans?
Find out in the next chapter of:
"Secret Lives"
By Christine E. D.