Chapter Twenty-one

Abbey stepped out between Barker and Mitzi as Barker turned and locked the door of the diner.  Mitzi bid them a tired yet cheerful good-bye before venturing down the street towards her home.  Barker grasped Abbey’s shoulder as she descended the steps to the sidewalk.

“Abbey,” Barker warned, “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”  Sure as hell if you walk home alone you’ll get mugged.”

Abbey smiled reassuringly.  “It’s OK, Barker.  I have my pepper spray.  I will be fine.”

“If you’re only attacked by one.  If there’s a gang…”

Abbey patted his hand on her shoulder.  “I’ll be fine.  I will see you tomorrow morning.”

Abbey walked through the dark four blocks of her neighborhood, clenching her pepper spray in one hand and her thin jacket closed against the bitter winter wind with the other.  She ignored the cold wet feeling slipping through the cracks of her loafers as her eyes darted from one side of the street to the other.

Her heart raced as she heard the sound of voices behind her.  Abbey glanced over her shoulder.  In the alley between the buildings shadows shifted against the brick walls stalking her.  Instinct demanded she run.  But she knew that would only egg them on.  She quickened her pace towards home.

Just as the voices grew louder in attack they disappeared, scattering into the night.  Their retreat didn’t slow Abbey any.  She jogged the last three blocks home.  As she turned the knob to the door to her apartment building she gazed through the halos of lamplight down the street.

The grill of a black Hummer sat at the corner, watching and waiting for her to slip inside the apartment.  Abbey heaved a sigh as she watched the vehicle for a moment.  She opened the door and stepped inside, letting the door latch behind her.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on May 23, 2012, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: