Two Weeks Earlier
As Monet St. Croix walked quickly towards the exit door, she could hear a young man's voice calling after her. She ignored him and continued to walk angrily out of the building.
"Monet! Would you just wait and listen to me?!?" the man pleaded.
The beautiful girl turned so he could see just how angry she was. Not so much by her face, but more by her chocolate brown eyes.
"No, Sam. I won't wait and I won't listen." she retorted, wasting no time she quickly turned and began walking away again. Sam Guthrie continued to follow trying to keep up with his very in-shape girl friend... well, ex-girlfriend as of about 5 minutes ago.
"What you saw did look bad," Sam bellowed after her, "but it wasn't anything. I promise, that girl came on to me, I swear."
"Bullshit." Monet stated simply without turning around or stopping.
"At least let me walk you home... it's late." Sam was beginning to give up, something he didn't like to do and rarely did. He and Monet had been going out for 5 months and he was starting to think that it was something that he could see himself in down the road. He was falling in love with her and truly cared about her welfare.
"I don't need you, Sam." Monet replied as she turned around, meeting his navy blue eyes, "so therefore, I don't need you to walk me home. And just so we have this straight, she may have come on to you first, but you didn't have any difficulty accepting and returning Emma's flirtations and her kiss!"
"Monet, I love you!" he regretted blurting it the moment it came out of his big fat mouth. Not because he didn't mean it, he thinks he did, but it was the wrong time and wrong thing to say. The slap stung for just a second but it came as a surprise the young man.
"That's for being such a jerk!" Monet turned her heels and she could feel her eyes getting misty.
Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to kiss that girl? Why did he have to ruin everything? Questions galore were going through her already crowded mind, and they only upset her more. She was fine until he told her that... probably because she's felt the same way about Sam for a while now, but never told him. Now she was glad that she hadn't have told him, it just would've been embarrassing. She was walking at a steady pace, but wasn't really paying any attention as to where she was going. She never noticed the tall blonde man who had watched their fight, nor did she notice that he had been following her ever since.
She reached her apartment building and unlocked the entrance. Monet went down the hall and found her door, unlocked it and went inside her dark home. She pushed the door back behind her and walked away. She soon noticed that the door never shut.
A large man was slowly shutting the door. All she could see was the outline of the man, her apartment was still dark, and the light from the hallway illuminated his silhouette . Monet was frozen. Paralyzed with fear. But only for a moment. She sprinted for the back bedroom but was soon overtaken by the very well built man. He grabbed around her torso, confining her arms to her body, and he covered her mouth.
"Shhh." The man didn't say anything else, but was still very spine-chilling.
Monet whimpered and already had a few tears rolling down her cheeks. The man had something on his hands, or either had overly sharpened fingernails. They were digging into her face and right arm... almost like... claws. Large, sharp, metal claws...
Just a little something to tide y'all over! And don't forget to review! I love hearing what you think!