The ball rolled across the freshly cut lawn as the sun rose on Wisteria Lane. Olivia and Grant were out passing their soccer ball to each other, waiting for their mother to take them to school.
Lauren Hunter stepped out of her new suburban home and pressed a button attached to her vast array of keys, opening the garage door. Another button turned the off the alarm on her Porsche off. Two orange flashes from the car caught the attention of the two children momentarily before their focus returned back to their ball.
Lauren Hunter was an attractive woman at the fresh age of twenty eight. Her long brown hair was elegantly pulled back in a bun and her face shaped with the obviously layered fringe. Blue eyes sparkled under a heavy lining of mascara and eye liner that gave her the smoky look most girls could never achieve - most of hers was natural to the unusual mix of blue and grey that most of the females in her family had. Her cheekbones were wanted by models and looked sexy with their bronzed blusher. She sighed as she walked towards the children, struggling over the glass in expensive Jimmy Choos.
Lauren had made her name in the biscuit empire. Hunter's Delight was almost every American's dream biscuit and she'd started back in the small kitchen she once shared with her older sister. A light shortbread covered in lush marmalade (made only from fresh oranges) with a rich chocolate coating. This had branched off and there was now several factories and several other biscuits in the Hunter's line.
She ushered the two children into the cramped backseat of her sportscar - maybe it was time to get a family car - and began her routine drive to Fairview Elementary School. As she stopped at a 'STOP' sign, an elderly man started to cross the road. Falling directly in the front of her car.
Groaning she climbed out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition and the kids in the back, before moving round to help him. "Are you okay, sir?" She asked bending down to take hold of the man.
A hand grabbed her hair from behind, pulling her back against their muscular body as they pulled her onto her feet. Panic seared through her body as she spun on her heels to face her attacker.
The woman tried to fight against him, the heels of her hand slamming against his shoulders. The guy had gorgeous eyes and they seemed so warm and caring. Even as he held onto her tightly, his hand delivering a powerful slap around her pretty face, all she could focus on was that the man was wearing Hugo Boss.
Shrill screams caused her to look up and saw a bigger man holding her children. One under each arm. "Grant! Olivia!" She screamed struggling against the man's body as she watched them get thrown into the back of a white car. Olivia's high pitched scream caused shudders to run down her body. "They're my babies! Somebody help me please!"
Another slap was delivered to her face and a leg behind her ankles causing her to fall to the floor, her head meeting the concrete. Her eyes started to blur as she watched the other man climb into the seat of her Porsche and drive off with it.
"My babies…" She weakly croaked as the white van screeched away, her hand falling down to the floor as she blacked out.
Julie Mayer, daughter of Susan Mayer, sighed as she walked down the street before noticing the woman lying on the floor, her head bleeding and the heels to her right shoe snapped off. "Oh my God." She whispered running over and recognising it as their new neighbour. "Mrs Hunter?" She asked shaking her gently before looking around. It was normally this time of morning when she had her children about. Sighing, she pulled out her cell phone and rang for an ambulance.