Chapter 3: The Date
A/n--Yeah, this chapter's a bit short, but it's sort of important. Yup yup.
It was six fifty p.m., and I was in my car, driving to Jack's house. I was wearing a light blue speghatti-strapped tank top and an ankle-length black skirt. My hair was up in a bun and I was wearing a little make-up.
I was extremely nervous.
I kept thinking to myself that I hardly knew this guy, and I was crazy to be going to his house. I had pepper spray in my purse and was going over the few self-defense techniques in my mind. Yet the other half of me couldn't believe how lucky I was. Besides, he couldn't be that bad. He is, after all, Lizzie's brother.
Jack lived in an upscale part of Satan City. No homeless people and no run-down buildings. It was on the border of Satan City and some place called Metro City. There weren't any buildings, just mansions. I reached his house...er...estate. The gates swung open for me and I drove through. The driveway seemed to go on forever. It finally stopped and I parked. I got out and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell. The house...estate...was too big for just one person. I wondered if Lizzie and her family lived there. If so then she was very well off...why was she a waitress?
A maid answered the door. "Mr. Parsen is waiting for you in the dining room. I shall show you to him." She spoke with a cold voice, deviod of any emotion. I wondered again what I was doing here. I followed her through many hallways and rooms until we finally reached the dining room. That one room was at least three times the size of my apartment. It was all very elegant. I wished I had dressed up more properly...that is, until I saw Jack. He was wearing the same thing as this morning. It put me at ease.
"Marron! Hey! I wasn't sure if you were going to come." I just smiled back. "Oh, here, have a seat." He pulled a chair out for me. I sat down and he sat across from me. A maid brought over the food. I nervously tried to remember if with the silverwear I started on the inside and worked my way out...or was it vice versa? Jack smiled. He started eating and I just copied what he did. We talked through the meal about nearly everything. I never met someone who really wanted to know about me. Jack hung on my every word, which embarressed me.
At the end of the meal I asked where the bathroom was. He had the maid, "Macy" lead me there. I walked down a dark hallway, her in the lead. All the doors were closed. The house seemed very uncomfortable. She pointed me to a door and I went in.
Once again I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Jack seemed warm and kind...but everything else seemed to scare me. I'd just tell him that I didn't feel good and needed to go home. I felt very tired anyway.
Before I exited the bathroom I felt like I could go right to sleep. I was dizzy and my legs were like jello. I opened the door and saw Jack staring at me. He no longer seemed warm and kind. He looked emotionless, like Macy. I collapsed into his arms.
Jack carried me up the stairs, down more dark hallways, and into a bedroom. I felt like I was in a dream. I saw myself, paralyzed, and was screaming,"Run! Scream! Do something!"
Jack laid me on the bed and began undressing me and himself. I passed out, but just before I did, I heard him say,"Starting tonight, it's all over."
The next morning I didn't remember a thing.