Living with the Rockstar

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I have been wandering around the streets for almost two days. I dont have a place to stay. My parents lives in a Paris and I have no money to go there. Literally, not a single penny in my pocket. I dont even know where the hell is my purse.

Yesterday, I slept in front of a grocery store, now I am finding a place to stay.

I dont really know where am I. It's so dark in here, or wherever this place is called. I tought about staying in a hotel, but I've no money.

Where the hell must I go? Or what the hell must I do? I can't just stay around the streets everywhere until I die. I stink, too. I didnt take bath for two days. God, two freaking days.

So here I am, wandering in a street where people can easily come and kill me.

Its so quite here. So peaceful, even more peaceful than living in the flat with my mate.

Then, a noisy sound of motorbike disturbed my peace. It stopped in front of me.

Oh my god, Im freaking out. This biker may be drunk or something.

He's gonna rape then kill me.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Help me.

I cant see his face because his wearing a helmet, but I know he's a guy because of that strong cologne of his.

"What is you name?" his deep voice asked me. His voice is so nice to here, for a guy. Unlike my roomate, Carly's boyfriend. Ew. His voice is too deep and his breath stinks.

I am freaking out and sweating. It makes me even more stinkier. Maybe he asked my name so that after he rape then kill me so he can get rid of any evidence.

Oh My God.

"Chick, I am asking you. What. Is. Your. Name?" he's annoyed now.

Must I say my name? "Di..Dianna" I stuttered.

He nodded. Oh, bastard, before you kill me, can you please take that helmet off. I want to see my killer before I die to know how he looks like and haunt him in his sleep.

"Okay, do you have a place to live?" he asked me.

I shooked my head.

"Job?"

And I shooked my head again. Unable to speak or open my mouth.

Please, dont kill me, I tought.

He laughed loudly.

"Im not gonna kill you, bitch" he said coldly. Did I breath it out loud or is he a mind-reader?

So, he's not killing me. Thank god.

Wait! If I die, I dont have to live in the street anymore so he's doing me a favor.

"Yet" he added, then laughed out loud.

Yeah... this is the part where I am going to die. I wonder if Carly or my french boss will attend my funeral. Maybe not, but they'll sure feel guilty.

My soon-to-be killer's voice actually sounds like a symphony.

"Get into my bike" he ordered. He grab my hand and hold it tightly. I can't breath.

So, im guessing, his plan is to take me to a forest or a quiter place maybe- and kill me there.

Im thinking too much, it's so dark and dizzy and it's hard to breath. Before I know what's going to happen, I blacked out.

I passed out.