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Sacrifice: A Fictional Narrative

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Lauren contemplated buying a white peasant blouse that she had tried on. She looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The blouse was light so she knew she wouldn't get hot in it. She also wore light blue, high waisted, short shorts that showed off her tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. At the end of these long legs were her new light blue Converses. She just couldn't just not wear them. Her dark blonde hair was left naturally wavy, with wisps flying around here and there.

She spun around. The blouse looked beautiful, but she was worried that it would be another victim of the 'wear it once then throw it in the closet somewhere' program.

Caving, she took the blouse off and put on her white crop top. It had thick straps - but …show more content…

Her pale green-brown eyes scanned the shops and mall corridor around her. After finding nothing suspicious, she concluded she was just being paranoid.

She'd been paranoid a lot, lately.

First it started when she went to the high-end car shop on Hastings Boulevard. They had a deal where for only five-thousand dollars, you could rent any car for a month. Taking advantage of the deal, she decided to rent a Ferrari. It was white with a black top, and comfortable seating. Might as well drive in style for a month, Lauren had thought that at a time. But now, she really wanted to ride in style forever.

It happened when she was looking at the cars. There was a man wearing shades just lounging inside a Dodge truck. At the time, she thought he was just testing the comfort of the seats. But when she came back nearly two hours later after doing a full circle of the lot, and he was still there, she had her suspicions. Maybe he was sleeping? But, if he was sleeping, than why was his head moving in the direction Lauren would move?

After feeling thoroughly creeped out, she quickly went inside and gave the money to rent the …show more content…

She got her food and decided to confront him before he could run away. She sat down in the stool beside him and pulled out her phone, pretending to be facinated with an article about Taylor Swift and her fued with Katy Perry. She munched on her sandwich and pretened to not notice how he glanced at her every minute or so.

She finished her sandwich and frappuccino, and finally mustered up the courage to confront this man.

"Why are you stalking me?" Lauren finally said. She turned to face him as he turned to face her, as well.

"I wouldn't say stalking..." Man, his voice was seductive.

"So you admit you were watching me?"

He sighed, "Okay, fine. I was "watching" you."

Lauren felt relieved, but then the stress was back on her shoulders.

"Why were you watching me?" She bit her lip, not knowing if she should run and call the cops, or stay and let him talk.

He could be a serial killer for all I know, Lauren thought. She bit down harder on her lip.

He looked around, making sure no one was listening.

Yeah, like people cared.

After everything seemed clear to him, he spoke.

"My name is Desmond, Desmond Lloyd. You may have heard of me?" He gave a little grin.

Lauren shook her head, never heard of

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