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"Is this your handbag?" I ask Dana, knowing fully well that she doesn't have any handbags. "It's a Louis Vuitton."
"No, it isn't," Dana answers.
"It must be mine then," I say. "That's weird, I don't even remember buying it."
"Are you going to use it for your date?" Dana asks, her eyes lighting up.
"I might," I reply, putting on a classy-looking black dress. I have my date today. My date with Josh. However, I haven't told Jesse this, because he might go crazy again, though I have no clue as to why.
He can be so weird sometimes. No, scratch that. All the time.
I pack my knife and all my other mediator utensils into the Louis Vuitton handbag, just in case I happen to need any of them.
I got my make-up on in a few minutes, and, thank god, because right after Josh called me, saying that he was waiting for me downstairs.
"I'll see you later, Dana," I say, heading out the door. I hope I'll see her later.
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"Hey mom, this is Susannah."
"Josh, you're finally here," Josh's mom says excitedly. "So...this is Susannah. I finally get to meet you, Josh talks an awfully lot about you."
I'm flattered.
Oh, if you're wondering, Josh drove us to his house. He said he needed to "pick up his mom."
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. WEIRDO.
Me and Josh and his mom are all going on a date. How lovely.
"It's nice to meet you," I say, shaking her hand. "You...uh...you have a very lovely house."
What am I saying?
Well, the house is really nice looking. That's one of its many attributes, enormous being another one. This is the biggest house I've ever seen in my life, and, having lived in Carmel, California, that's saying a lot.
"Oh, thank you," she says, giving me a wide smile.
She's really very nice. I feel sorry that she got stuck with a killer for a son.
"Mind if I steal her for a while?" Josh says to his mom.
"Oh no, not at all," she says, "as long as you bring her back."
"Of couse," he says. "When I come back I want you to be ready, got it?" he says in a mock serious voice.
"All right," she says, giving him a fleeting smile.
I follow Josh into the reception room. "You can make yourself comfortable," he says.
I sit down on the couch.
"So, you like the house?" he asks me. I nod. "Yeah, but we live in a really isolated place, hardly anyone ever passes through here."
No sooner did he say that when the phone rang.
Josh picks it up and starts talking to whoever it is on the other line. This could be important. I attempt to eavesdrop.
Damn, I can't hear what he's saying.
"I'll be right back," I say to him, "I just need to go over to the washroom."
Josh nods at me.
I hastily head over to the next room and pick up the phone.
"When are you doing it?" I hear a voice say on the other end.
"In a few minutes, is everything ready?" Josh asks.
"Yes, everything is set," the other voice says. "Bring the girls over as soon as you can."
The girls? Who can he possibly mean by that? Could that include me?
"I will," Josh says. "So, I'll see you there, all right?" he says.
"All right," the other voice says and Josh hangs up.
I slowly put down the phone and head back over to the reception room.
"I'm back," I say, trying to sound as cheerful as I can given the fact that I might be a murder victim in a few minutes.
"Good," he says, "I've got something that I have to take of real quick, would you mind waiting for me in my room?"
"Oh no, not at all," I say, giving him a very painful smile.
"All right," he says, leading me upstairs to his room.
"Stay here until I'm back, all right?" Josh says. "I'll be quick."
I nod my head and he closes the door.
Shit. I've got to do something.
What was it that the other guy said on the phone: "Bring the girls..."
What could he possibly mean by that?
And where would these "girls" be taken?
I sit down on his bed. Should I follow him, or should I just wait here?
I look around his room. There's nothing here to suggest that Josh might be a merciless killer, but then, why would there be?
I look down at the floor.
There's a picture, lying next to his bed. it's a picture of a woman. Josh circled her face with a marker and wrote up on top, "ELIMINATE."
She seems really familiar.
Oh god, how could I forget?
"Hey mom, this is Susannah."
"...so this is Susannah. I finally get to meet you, Josh talks an awfully lot about you."
It's Josh's mom. OH MY GOD. Josh is planning to kill his own mother.
And he's going to do it real soon too.
I have to warn her. First, I have to get out of here.
I go over to the door and pull on the doorknob. Shit. It's locked.
I stride over to the window. Jammed.
How do I get out of here? Panic starts to settle in at the pit of my stomach.
I here a clattering coming from downstairs.
I'm going to be too late if I don't get out of here.
Shit. Is there no other way out of here?
I just realized, after he finishes with his mom, he's going to come after me.
What was it that he said earlier: "we live in a really isolated place, hardly anyone ever passes through here."
Oh, this is bad. If I die, no one will find out until at least a few days after.
"Please don't this do this Josh," I hear his mom say from downstairs. "You're going to kill me."
"As is my plan," Josh says, laughing.
Not good. Think Susannah, think.
"What about Susannah?" Josh's mom says.
"I'll get her after I'm done here," Josh says.
Outside, it starts to rain.
A few seconds later I hear him climbing up the stairs.
I hear thunder roaring outside.
Before he reaches the landing, all the lights go out.
He's now standing right in front of the door.
I look around his room for something that might come in useful.
It's too late. Josh opens the door and calmly says, "OK, we can go now."
He's holding something that looks somewhat like a gun.
For a second all I can do is just sit still.
"Where are we going?" I manage to ask.
"I can't tell you, that's why I brought these," he says, waving a blindfold at me, "I want you to put it on." he continues saying, not sounding at all like what a killer should sound like. He sounds surprisingly calm, like this is all just a game. What a sicko.
He's still pointing the gun at me. I can't do anything. If I don't obey him, he'll kill me.
I put the blindfold on and follow him out. I have to do what he says, for now anyway.
Josh leads me outside, where he opens the door to his car and sits me down in the back seat.
I hear someone beside me say: "This is crazy."
It's Josh's mom.
Good, he hasn't killed her. There is still hope.
I wonder where he's taking us? And why he didn't tie us up? We could escape at any moment.
It's completely silent throughout the whole car ride.
I feverishly begin to think up of a way that we can escape. I am so focused on my thoughts that I don't even notice when the car comes to a stop.
Josh opens the door and both me and his mom exit the car.
"You can take the blindfolds off now," he says.
I walk over slowly to where Josh is standing. I came up with the most brilliant plan for escape. I hastily take off my blindfold and prepare myself to attack Josh when I see it.
Right in front of me is a restaurant. Oh, but it's not just any restaurant. It's called ELIMINATE, the same word that was written on his mom's picture.
What's going on here?
"Do you like it?" Josh says, speaking to the both of us.
"Oh Josh, it's wonderful," his mom says. "But why did you have to blindfold us up like that?"
"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise," Josh says.
I don't get it. What's happening?
Am I dreaming? This would definitely explain a lot.
Oh, and the gun that I thought I saw earlier, I now realize that it wasn't a gun. It's a rose.
It was so dark that I couldn't tell what it was.
Thank god I didn't take any drastic measures and beat the crap of out Josh. That wouldn't have gone too well with this whole family bondage thing.
"You might want to explain to Susannah, she's looking very confused," his mom said.
Josh smiled at me, "Oh, sorry. A few years ago I started up my own company, and I've been working on this project, the restaurant, for a while now. The restaurant got its name after my mom's favorite video game, eliminate. This is sort of her birthday present, so I'm glad that we finished it just in time. I wanted both of you to see it first, before it officially opened."
"So, no one is going to die?" I ask, breathing out a sign of relief.
"Die, why would anyone die?" Josh asks me.
Oh. god. What am I saying?
"Oh, I just got a bit nervous because I heard your mom say something about dying," I say. Actually, what she said was: "you're going to kill me," but I wasn't going to mention that to Josh, he probably things I'm weird enough as it is.
"Oh, because she thought that the whole blindfold idea was a little much, she was just kidding with me."
"Oh...right, of course," I say, starting to laugh in this frightened sort of way. Josh eyes me in a manner that seems to me to say, 'what is wrong with her?'
After the look he gives me I immediately stop the crazed laughing.
Seriously, if he wanted to kill me, he didn't need to do it with a gun. Jokes like these...
"Oh here, this is for you," Josh says, giving me the rose.
"Thank you," I say. "Um...Josh," I say, remembering the door, "why was the door to your room locked?"
"Locked, what do you mean?" he asks, puzzled.
"Well, when I tried to open it---"
"Did you pull on the door?" He asks me. I nod. "Oh, well, you're supposed to push on it, that's how it opens."
I never even bothered to try that. I am such a moron. I would have died not because I'm incapable of defending myself, but because I'm a total air-head.
So, this was what he was working on all this time. A restaurant.
That time that I followed him in Dana's car, all he was doing, him and the other guy, was just discussing the restaurant, nothing less, and definitely, nothing more, and, eliminate, the restaurant's name, was devised from his mom's favorite video game, which would explain the picture that I found in his room.
I can't believe I was so stupid.
"So, are you guys going to stand here all day, or are we going to go inside?" Josh asks, smiling at us.
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A/N: I updated. Tell me if you like.