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Watch Your Back
#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
"So we meet again?" He maliciously chuckled, in a low baritone voice sending unpleasant shivers down her spine.
With gritted teeth, she glared at him. "You!" she seethed.
"In the flesh, baby girl." He acted unfazed by her demeanor, refusing to let the smirk fade from his lips.
Her eyes darted around the small county bar then back at him. "What are you doing here?"
"I just came to warn you."
"Warn me?" she chuckled, hoping he couldn't tell how nervous she was.
He nodded, becoming serious for a split second. "So watch you back, because karma is a-"
"You're bluffing." she interjected, cutting him off.
His eyes narrowed with knitted brows. "Can't say I didn't warn you." And with that, he turned on his heel and casually strolled away.
Her eyes trailed him, her mind running wild with questions. 'What was he talking about? What is he planning to do?'
Soon, he reached the exit and opened the door, disappearing behind the black opaque glass as it slammed shut behind him.
She released a breath she didn't even know she had been holding. 'Ok Lisa, think. If he's planning revenge, then you must be two steps ahead.' She contented. She nodded in agreement with herself before grabbing the half emptied liquor bottle sitting on the counter in front of her. She titled the bottle to her head, immediately draining it of all its content.
“Keep the change.” She shouted to the bartender, slamming the money down before slowly staggering to her feet from off the high stool. “Gosh, the room is spinning.” She giggled, taking a step forward.
“Hey madam, are you ok?” An arm steadied her stumbling wayward strides.
“Yes, yes.” She giggled, pulling the stranger's cheeks like he was a little cute kid.
"Gosh, how many drinks have you had?"
"Just one... so if you want to buy me another one" she smiled then looked down at his other hand that held a beer. "... or you could give me yours." she winked as she looked up at him.
"Are you crazy? Grils like you need to know their tolerance level."
"Don't shout at me." She was on an emotional rollercoaster and soon, tears began to fill her eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry." He sighed "I didn't mean to make you cry. I just-"
"I just want to go home now." she sobbed cutting him off.
“Do you need me to call an Uber for you?” The stranger could clearly see that she was in no frame of mind to drive. He led her to the exit of the bar with his arm wrapped around her waist to support her fluid frame.
“There you are.” Someone from the car park called out, approaching the two of them.
“Who are you?” The guy from the parking lot shot with an arched brow towards the guy holding Lisa.
“I’m Greg." he quickly replied noticing the guy from the parking lot was staring suspiciously at him. "I was only going to call an Uber for her, she’s hella drunk right now.”
“No I am not.” Lisa pouted, playfully slapping him across his chest before bursting into a giggling fit.
“Well, I’ll take it from here. I’ve been waiting for her…” The guy glanced down at him wrist watch. “for about 10 minutes now.”
Greg nodded, handing Lisa over to the guy before heading back into the bar, with his beer bottle glued to his lips.
The guy scooped up a semi conscious Lisa, bridal style and carried her to his car. He buckled her in securely and closed the door before walking around to the driver’s side.
He stuck his hand in his pocket pulling out a empty drug wrapper as he opened the car door with a smirk dancing on his lips. He got in and glanced over at a now, peacefully sleeping Lisa. “I did warn you, baby girl. Now you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen.” He carefully fixed his rearview mirror, glanced at her one last time with a sinister grin then drove off.
© Kezia Thompson
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!...
"So we meet again?" He maliciously chuckled, in a low baritone voice sending unpleasant shivers down her spine.
With gritted teeth, she glared at him. "You!" she seethed.
"In the flesh, baby girl." He acted unfazed by her demeanor, refusing to let the smirk fade from his lips.
Her eyes darted around the small county bar then back at him. "What are you doing here?"
"I just came to warn you."
"Warn me?" she chuckled, hoping he couldn't tell how nervous she was.
He nodded, becoming serious for a split second. "So watch you back, because karma is a-"
"You're bluffing." she interjected, cutting him off.
His eyes narrowed with knitted brows. "Can't say I didn't warn you." And with that, he turned on his heel and casually strolled away.
Her eyes trailed him, her mind running wild with questions. 'What was he talking about? What is he planning to do?'
Soon, he reached the exit and opened the door, disappearing behind the black opaque glass as it slammed shut behind him.
She released a breath she didn't even know she had been holding. 'Ok Lisa, think. If he's planning revenge, then you must be two steps ahead.' She contented. She nodded in agreement with herself before grabbing the half emptied liquor bottle sitting on the counter in front of her. She titled the bottle to her head, immediately draining it of all its content.
“Keep the change.” She shouted to the bartender, slamming the money down before slowly staggering to her feet from off the high stool. “Gosh, the room is spinning.” She giggled, taking a step forward.
“Hey madam, are you ok?” An arm steadied her stumbling wayward strides.
“Yes, yes.” She giggled, pulling the stranger's cheeks like he was a little cute kid.
"Gosh, how many drinks have you had?"
"Just one... so if you want to buy me another one" she smiled then looked down at his other hand that held a beer. "... or you could give me yours." she winked as she looked up at him.
"Are you crazy? Grils like you need to know their tolerance level."
"Don't shout at me." She was on an emotional rollercoaster and soon, tears began to fill her eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry." He sighed "I didn't mean to make you cry. I just-"
"I just want to go home now." she sobbed cutting him off.
“Do you need me to call an Uber for you?” The stranger could clearly see that she was in no frame of mind to drive. He led her to the exit of the bar with his arm wrapped around her waist to support her fluid frame.
“There you are.” Someone from the car park called out, approaching the two of them.
“Who are you?” The guy from the parking lot shot with an arched brow towards the guy holding Lisa.
“I’m Greg." he quickly replied noticing the guy from the parking lot was staring suspiciously at him. "I was only going to call an Uber for her, she’s hella drunk right now.”
“No I am not.” Lisa pouted, playfully slapping him across his chest before bursting into a giggling fit.
“Well, I’ll take it from here. I’ve been waiting for her…” The guy glanced down at him wrist watch. “for about 10 minutes now.”
Greg nodded, handing Lisa over to the guy before heading back into the bar, with his beer bottle glued to his lips.
The guy scooped up a semi conscious Lisa, bridal style and carried her to his car. He buckled her in securely and closed the door before walking around to the driver’s side.
He stuck his hand in his pocket pulling out a empty drug wrapper as he opened the car door with a smirk dancing on his lips. He got in and glanced over at a now, peacefully sleeping Lisa. “I did warn you, baby girl. Now you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen.” He carefully fixed his rearview mirror, glanced at her one last time with a sinister grin then drove off.
© Kezia Thompson
