Note: Okay so thanks Ani for giving me inspiration without even meaning it!

"You told me" Samantha blamed pressing her accusing finger against my chest. "You told me  that you liked him"

"I don't! He, isn't my type" I lied applying a thin layer of blush on my cheeks.

"Not your type! Please, you were begging me to help you with him and now you say 'he's not your type'" Samantha laughed and took another grape from the glass bowl. She lounged in her chair, feet sticking off the arm.

Truth was, I was crazy about him. Not only crazy, but excited to secretly meet him tonight. I fixed my eyelashes with some mascara and closed the bottle tightly.

"What are you even getting ready for?" Samantha questioned chewing the pulp out of the purple fruit.

I didn't answer, instead and I put in some diamond earrings, minding my own business. If I answered she would know, or so I thought.

"Your going to see him!!" she yelled. 

Samantha began into a fit of laughter almost falling out of the chair. She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Shhhh!" I whispered, finger to mouth. "If you say it any louder my mom will come"

I checked my light blue dress. It had only one strap and a black belt. I  couldn't get any better than I already was. Dark brown hair, tied up in a side ponytail with a curl at the end. I sighed.

"Josie, you're not actually going to do this?" Sam said seriously, she climbed out of the chair and closed the door. "Your mom is going to kill you if she finds out"

"She's not going to find out" I reasoned. "As long as I play my cards right, soon I will be 21. Once I am I can go start a life."

"What about college? What about your mom's hard earned money?"

"I won't be far. Still in the city" I pulled the dress down a bit and smiled, I turned towards Sam. "However, no matter what you do, you can't stop me" I got my purse and pulled it over my shoulder. "I'm still gonna go." 

I opened my front door and walked out of the room towards the back door. My mom wouldn't hear my there. I opened he door and walked out. What I was doing wasn't bad, right? I was gonna come back after all. 

I strolled out into the New York City streets. He told me to meet him in Central Park and that's what I was gonna do. I sat on a bench and watched as he came towards me.

"Hey!" I waved and gave him a hug.

"Hey! Wow, you look great" Alex commented on my outfit.

I smiled and was just about to tell him to sit down when he pulls out a gun. I tense and look at him, scared and confused.

Of course he would choose now to do this, no one was at the park at this time. I took a deep breath as he pressed it against my chest. I could feel the cold end as it peeled through the silk and cotton dress I wore.

"Okay, now stand up. Slowly!" he commanded.

I did that, I stood up cautiously. He tied a chain around my hands and pushed me into his dirty, cheap car. I fell in the back seat face first. I brought my head up, my hair was now a mess and was going in my mouth. I felt tears burning my eyes and roll down my dry cheeks which just a few minutes ago where smiling and ready for everything, even the wrath of my own mother. 

He got into the car and drove off. I screamed and screamed, but he just tied a dirty piece of cloth around my mouth. I kicked around trying to get myself free, but it was no use. I at least had my purse. MY PURSE! Where was my purse it was gone. I had it on the bench. On the bench. Oh no, I left it there. I noticed it on the passenger seat and calmed down until I realized what car it belonged to.

The tears hit the seat which was covered in a blanket of dust. I looked at the floor to see dried blood. My blood froze and I screamed through the muffle. HE killed people in this car. He would kill me in this car.