BRRIINNNNG!!
The alarm rang and he groaned as he turned over.
David Hunter wasn't the waste of space everyone viewed him as. He just didn't have the up and go normal people had to keep a job. He had a secret wealth behind him and he knew he didn't need to work but he hated bragging his wealth. And that's why he'd decided to take a job at Scavo's Pizza. Lauren had been so excited when he'd told her, even more when it meant she'd made friends with Lynette Scavo.
He sighed as he threw back the duvet covers, his hands reaching up to cover his tired eyes as he pressed his hand down on the clock so that the alarm would stop ringing.
He was an attractive man with dark hair and misty blue eyes. An unusual combination but rather handsome at the same time. He always had a different expression on his face. Moody, happy, depressed… You name it, his face showed it. He had a fashionable wardrobe that clung to his annoyingly thin frame. He was a tall man that towered enormously over his smaller wife but they didn't care, she fit in perfectly in the curve of his arms - they were made for each other.
Climbing out of the bed, he pulled on his grey jog pants that rested low on his hips as he started to move down the stairs. His toned chest on show as he spotted Susan Myer running across his lawn, her arms wrapped around her stomach as she banged recklessly on his door.
"Susan, what the hell is wrong?" He said opening the door, ignoring the grumblings in his stomach that shouted at him to take food.
"It's Lauren…" She gasped leaning against the door, out of breath.
"What's happened to Lauren?" He said suddenly afraid at the look in Susan's face.
"She was in an accident." He cursed as he moved back into the house, searching for a shirt. "Wait, David, that's not it all." David turned back to look at her, his eyes widened in fear. "The kids…" Susan took a deep breath. "The kids were kidnapped."
The carpet opened up underneath David's feet. A gaping hole to suck him in.
***
The ginger woman walked down the empty school corridor, the bag heavy on her shoulder as she moved towards the drama department. Today was her first day as the drama teacher in the large college. It was a daunting thought but nothing ever scared Helen that much.
She sighed as she opened the doors to the theatre.
Today she wore a tight brown tee shirt that showed her amazing cleavage, a green skirt that was jagged at the end with knee high brown boots. Her ginger hair was loose overher shoulders. She looked fresh and young. Ready to face the world and she was.
In the bag was her second unfinished novel. Her publicist wanted it to be in by the end of the month so in any free time she was going to sit down and write. Helen's genre was romantic crime and the odd twisted screenplay that she hoped one day would be showed on stage. The kind with a murderous case and the detective always falls in love with the lead suspect or the next murder victim. Her favourite kind of book as a child and she was now an author to one. It was in the top ten and she was thrilled with the idea.
"Helen!" The senior drama teacher said holding out his hand and shaking hers. Helen smiled as she tucked her fringe behind her ears.
"Good morning, Neville. It's great to have been accepted!"
"You and Miss Thompson proved to be our best applicants." Helen smiled at the mention of her partner.
***
Cassy Thompson moved down the corridor at the other end of the building, her nerves doubled because she knew Helen would be calm as pie. Cassy always felt Helen's emotions. That was probably why they'd stuck so close to each other. Helen liked to know when she was afraid or angry.
She had been accepted as an English lecturer. She'd been thrilled with the idea at the time before realising she really had turned into her mother and was starting to get second ideas about the whole thing. She sihged as she walked into the classroom that had been designated as hers.
She laughed as she noticed on the shelf was a copy of Helen's book and a copy of her own horror. It wasn't a shock that the two of them had became writers and teachers. It was probably the only things they had in common but Cassy knew that no matter what, she and Helen would remain close through the years.
Cassy was a short woman with elfish characteristics. Helen always thought that the way Cassy's dyed black hair sat around her ears was a hint to what Cassy was in a previous life. She had dark clothes on and knew that her students would find her weird but she didn't care.
She set down her bag on the table. Her hands trembling with nerves as she heard a bell ring.
The NCIS ringtone started in her pocket and she jumped. Who the hell could be ringing her?
What did David want?
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