CREEP

My car was running on fumes, empty from a long drive.
I met him at the BP, where he was buying matches.
A fine mess of a man....cute and charming with a gentleman's voice.

What a distraction he was...little did I know,
there was a delusional creep lingering within
his handsome facade.
He offered me a stick of gum while we waited in line,
and I accepted it, ignoring the signs....

My gut was flipping inside-out, questioning the
matches in his hand...
He told me it was for his girl... she did him wrong.
"The b***h deserves it...no second chances."

I asked him what she did to deserve such harsh words.
He told me she couldn't be trusted...(that's what the voice
in his head told him.) Then he bent down to whisper in my ear,
"Would you like to meet her...she's in my trunk?"

Chills crept up my spine when he smiled at me...
and with his subtle gesture, I knew that I was next....

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tomahawk Joe]

well written but kind of a cliffhanger

[Quill~]

:) stay tuned... it gets really gory!
thanks for taking the time to read.

[Angi]

Run, girl, run! Gaa! Creepers like this guy truly could be standing next to you in line somewhere. I am never leaving my house!

[Quill~]

:D thanks Angi!...I run into them all the time. It's daunting! lol
stay inside girl!