Earlier Today
My, what was a relaxing room filled with aesthetic music, suddenly became flooded with a loud annoying alarm. I tried to keep my mind off of the alarm, staring at my ceiling as the sunlight glowed in through my window, following each ray as it stretched across my room. I had already been awake for thirty minutes just sitting in bed and enjoying the music but had totally forgotten that I had to go to work. My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I closed my eyes and I let out a deep sigh; I knew I had to start getting up out of bed. I reached my hand over to my desk next to my bed, not looking at the direction my hand was flailing. I hit a couple of unintended items, my phone being one of them, and finally, after a few seconds had success with turning off the alarm.
I then finally looked over at my desk, reaching for my phone to see what time it was. As I turned back onto my back with my phone in hand, my phone screen lit up and in glowing letters, it read 9:30 AM.
Realization hits me like a bullet train when I found I only had an hour left to get ready for work. I shoot up from my bed like a kangaroo, rushing into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and I hid my under-eye circle with a thick layer of concealer and with perfect red lipstick I completed my makeup.
Next, I strode out of the bathroom, and straight into the closet after going through a few options to wear for the interview. I selected a knee-length red dress which is perfect to make a great first impression on the boss and hopefully, I got the job. I slide into the dress. I wore a pair of black stilettos which I borrowed from Avery.
I collected my documents, keys, and phone and shoved them into my shoulder purse. I mentally, check everything I need and head downstairs to find Benny sleeping on the couch. The living room looks like a tornado hit it. Everything looks a mess, dirty clothes laying around the room, last night, dinner dishes were on the coffee table, beer cans were scattered all over the place and the strong smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils.
A fresh swell of anger rose in me and I clenched my hand into a fist and decided to teach this lousy pig a lesson. I redirected my feet to the kitchen and filled a large jug of cold water and returned to the living room. I threw the cold water at Benny's face to wake him up. He jumped on his feet.
" WHAT THE HELL??? ARE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" He grunt in frustration and I, on the other hand, wrapped my arms and frowned.
" Have you seen this place? It looks worse than a pigsty. You are so irresponsible"
" I WAS GOING TO CLEAN TODAY! YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THAT!" He barked.
" I heard this excuse a week ago but you never change your bad habits. I am sick of you at nights you blast your crappy music and in the day, you don't do anything to help but just irritate me," I replied out of frustration.
" It's not crappy music, it's called rock punk music. You, people, will never understand the real talent of an artist. Not like you spending your time hiding in your room,"
" I am not hiding and I am looking for a job… Suddenly, the realization hits me that I am getting late for work.
" Oh God, because of you I am getting late for work. And when I came back I want everything to be clean, and I am taking your Honda today as your punishment" I ordered him without wasting my time with him. I rushed towards the front door. I knew Benny was going to kill me if I led a finger on his rusty Honda. He loves his car more than his girlfriend. I could hear him screaming in the background to not take his car but it's too late now.
As I opened the door I found the postman standing at the doorway. He greeted me with a huge grin.
" Is this Miss Mira Collins's house?" He asked me and I thought, " Why today everyone wants to show up when I am in a rush,"
" Yes, it's me, what do you want?"
" Miss Collins, you have got mail. And I need your signature,"
I was a little confused at first, because who would send me mail? I didn't even know anybody here except Benny and Avery and my neighbor, Miss Bloom, who is a retired school teacher and a 60-year-old woman. I signed the paper and received a small package that was neatly wrapped.
" Have a nice day," the postman said to me and I returned the gesture with a smile. And after he left I went to the garage and unlocked the car and climbed into the driver's seat.
I placed the package into my lap and searched for the sender's name or address but couldn't find anything. So, I decided to open it, using the car key, and rip it. I found an envelope on the top.
I picked up and took out the letter from the envelope. And unfolded it, using my fingers.
" Dearest Mira,
You are a star. I'm getting everything set up so that soon, we can be together at last. Everything isn't ready yet, it needs to be perfect. Immaculate. Like you. I can't wait to meet you. I will be waiting for you on 4 January at Brooklyn Bridge. And I have sent you a little gift. I hope you like the gift that I have given you. I made it, especially for you. I hope you Love it.
Your secret Lover"
I dug my hand inside the package and pulled out the handcuffs and my name was engraved on them along with it a prisoner uniform. I threw it away on the passenger seat in horror. My heart was racing in my chest like a horse.
" Who could that be? This is the creepiest thing I have seen in my life. How did he know my name and address? Who is he?" I thought... all of a sudden...