Chased By Suits #Wattys2016- Book I

Bullshit

^ here's a photo of pasta, because Italy and stuff

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I'm fast walking with fast, small steps towards my car while cursing my lateness in that morning. I was almost the last one to come and that resulted in me getting the farthest spot in the lot.

My ears are freezing. My feet are freezing. My hands are freezing.

Even my soul is freezing.

I can't wait to get to the heated chairs in my car.

Hea. Ven.

My saviour came into view and I fumbled with the keys a little, having difficulties with my frozen fingers.

"For fuck's sake... Omg..." I whisper as I see my hands not listening to me.

Just as I was about to push the unlock button, I dropped the keys and heard my keychain hit the ground.

I huff and rubb the bridge if my nose for a second in frustration.

It was a huge plastic ruby with my initials on it. It seems tacky, but I got it from a friend, Jeremy. He got it on one of his trips and now he's forcing me to carry it everywhere.

I crossed my fingers, looked up and prayed it was broken, so that I wouldn't always have that awkward bulge in my coat pocket.

Glancing down at my keys immediately makes me curse.

The red plastic is fine, but the chain itself broke.

"Let's hope I can fix this" I whisper under my breath, picking
up everything.

Movement catches my eye between a gigantic black SUV and a tiny Tico on my left as I rise from my crouched position. My eyes squint as I try to make out the object across from me, glancing in both my sides, to check if anyone else was around.

Nope.

Completely deserted.

Yey.

Trying to make out what it was, I put my keys back in my breast pocket and the chunky ruby in my purse, getting closer to the source of movement, now accompanied by low groaning.

A man was sitting down, propped on the SUV's tire and breathing heavily. His position was very awkward too, as his long feet didn't fit into the tiny gap between the cars.

Doubt and a little bit of fear creeps up my spine, my skin prickling with the newfound sensation. This setting is often found in thrillers and horror movies and I hope I wasn't about to become a gruesome case in some detective novel.

But leave it to Helen to ignore all red flags and step closer.

I approached the man and I noticed that he is wearing a suit, quite thin for this weather if you ask me.

I looked around once more, searching for someone that might know the man, but no one was in sight.

I wonder if he's been out drinking and passed out out here.

As I kept guessing, I stepped even closer and saw that his left hand was squeezing his right shoulder and dark, almost black, liquid was drenching his expensive looking shirt and jacket.

What a pity.

That must have cost a fortune.

But what is that?

I step even closer, the man not showing any signs of acknowledging my presence. I guess he was too preoccupied with cursing under his breath in a language I couldn't quite pick up.