Heyyy everyone! hope you like the latest installment, hope it will explain at least some things. Thanks again for checking out my fic, and without further ado, chapter 3:
Love is Blind. Chapter 3.
“HELLO?!” the guy yelled at the top of his lungs. “IS ANYONE OUT THERE? I’M STUCK BACK HERE!” I could hear him pounding on the hard cement walls in desperation. The loud plea continued for a few more seconds until he stopped abruptly, probably awaiting a response from someone in the store, but I knew it was no use. “ANYONE…someone?” he asked with a defeated cry that mercilessly echoed through the ominous room.
I know I should probably speak up right about now… given the circumstances and all, this guy deserves to know that he’s not alone back here; but my tentative nature was telling me otherwise. What do I really know about this guy? … He apparently looks around my age, and he uses people’s bathrooms at midnight. Not exactly a reassuring combination. What if he’s a rapist… or a mass murderer, escaped from prison or something? Wow, I really need to stop watching the 6 o’clock news with my mother… it’s making me paranoid.
I contemplated whether to make my presence known or not, while I shifted uncomfortably in place. (There was –what I assumed to be- a metal shelving unit wedged behind the small of my back) As I changed my seating position, a small object fell from the shelf above me, and landed, what sounded like mere inches away from my hand. The sound itself wasn’t very loud, but in the silent span of darkness, it was loud enough.
“Hello? …Is anyone there?” came the guy’s voice. I inwardly cursed the shelving unit, and sighed. I guess my mind was made up for me.
“Yeah, I… I’m here” I said quietly, hugging my knees closer to my body.
“Do you know what happened?” he asked from across the room.
I nodded, until I remembered that he couldn’t see me. “Oh… Um I think I have an Idea” I said. I quickly realized that the guy was following my voice, and footsteps were slowly making their way closer to me.
“Do you work here or something?” he asked, his voice now sounding only few feet away from me.
Once again I nodded, and once again realized I had to use words. “Yeah, I work cash” I explained. Note to self…STOP nodding.
“Well then care to shed some light on this situation?” The guy asked in an irritated tone. I can’t say I appreciated being talked to this way… this guy makes me really nervous.
“I um… yeah.” I said, slightly uneasily. “Well… I mean, I’m not sure exactly what happened, but the alarm went off, which means that there must have been some sort of robbery in the store.” I explained
“And this leaves us trapped in a dark warehouse… why?” he asked
“Well, when the alarm is tripped the warehouse is automatically locked from the inside, to protect the merchandise. There is a way to unlock it… but only the warehouse staff & Len know how.” I said timidly.
“So we’re pretty much stuck here?” the guy asked
“Pretty much…” I replied sheepishly.
“Well this is just Fan-freaking-tastic…” the guy said angrily to himself. “I can’t deal with this bullsh.it… I was supposed to be in LA 4 hours ago anyways, and now this? Ughhhhh what the HELL!”
“I… I’m sorry…” I replied in a timid whisper, and proceeded to hug my knees even closer to my chest.
Hmm... so who is she stuck with, and why is he all obnoxious? Guess you'll just have to wait and see! Hope you liked the chappy, more to come tomorrow me thinks! Comments make me smile :)
--Lauren
