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Frozen in place she began to shiver as horrible thoughts crept into her mind, thoughts that could have possibly prevented any of this from happening. Like most things lately, she had immediately dismissed it as pure coincidence. But she knew that nothing was ever a coincidence, things always happen for a reason.
The night sky was covered with diamonds, and gray pillows slowly danced around them. But the stars weren’t the brightest thing that night. Even the moon was being upstaged by the events taking place before her very eyes. Less than twenty feet from her club she watched what had been the only home she had known going up in flames. An inferno of colors surrounded by black smoke slowly drifted towards the heavens. The vibrant reds danced around the orange flames as if it were a choreographed number in a musical. Sirens could be heard in the distance approaching rapidly yet they seemed so far away, and the wind whispered in her ear then playfully ran its course down her body. Crystal Springs only has a population of sixty-five hundred people. It’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone else. If one had to compare this diminutive town to that of a popular television show it would be Mayberry, only in color. The only thing in the middle of town was a small movie theater that only had a viewing of three movies every other week and a bowling alley. This weeks showings consisted of the classics, Casablanca, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Gone with the Wind. The price to see these movies ranged from four dollars for matinees and senior citizens to seven dollars for adults and children.
Everything else had been shut down or was in the process of being remodeled, except for the Crystal Springs Police and Fire Department, and what was left of the education system known as school. This too seemed just as practically nonexistent as everything else in town. The worse thing to happen in the last year was that old man Robert’s cat got stuck in the tree outside of the middle school. All this was about to change. Misfits Night, an annual masquerade ball held at The Fire Excape, marked the beginning of a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped.
The Fire Excape was a warehouse on the outside of town that had been converted into a two-story club in the 1960’s. These days there was dancing on the first floor, where the modern sounds of hip hop and rock roared through the crowd. And for those artistic souls on the second floor there was a café. It was filled with tortured poets and love struck drifters who just needed a place to pass the time. Most would probably be considered more of the gothic persuasion. Dressed in mostly black and pouring their hearts out about torture and pain. Some not meant to be taken literally and others vividly worded, as if it were a personal experience.
‘Angel?’ called a gentle voice.
Snapping out of the reverie that had become her life she simply stood there before answering. But all that came out was a whimper.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Not really,’ she said as she tried to hold back her tears.
Her ebony hair blew in the wind, lightly caressing her face. Though she had tried to suppress her tears, they began to stream down her cocoa tinted cheeks, slowly falling to the ground. The grey blanket that wrapped around her frail shoulders did nothing at all for the cold. Her hands still shook and the only light in her eyes was the reflection of all her hard work and dreams going up in flames.
‘Angel, it’s time.’
‘I’m coming,’ she called as she once again broke away from her thoughts.
Angel McCoy owned The Fire Excape, a club started by Angel’s grandfather Thomas McCoy in the late 50’s, but back then it was called The Brown Derby. Said to be famous for its music and women. It wasn’t until she moved to Crystal Springs in 1991 that the rest of the family decided to invest their time in the business. She was only eight when her mother Rebecca, a renowned author, found out the location of their new residence and decided to write a new novel called Murder in a Ghost Town.
A story about a woman named Samantha Rodriguez who was being framed for the murder of three people. Many critics claimed that her novel was a blueprint for murder. Even with the bad press it went on to be a best seller and by the time she reached her thirty-fourth birthday she was known by half the world. More novels followed and life in a small town slowly began to seem possible.
Now over ten years later she found it rather disturbing that the fate of her business coincided with the name of her club. A name that was meant to bring meaning into the lives of those wanting to escape the flames of their everyday life and be who they thought they were always meant to be.
Walking towards her car she looked back at the club as memories of better days began to attack her subconscious.
‘Good-bye,’ she said inaudibly, still standing near the club.
‘Are you coming?’
She nodded her head and wiped away the tears that were still cascading down her cheeks. Once again she said good-bye to her club and turned towards the car. Closing the door behind her she watched as the club was swallowed by the darkness. She would never forget what it had meant to her. It was more than just a building, it was her life and now that it was gone, there wasn’t any point in staying in Crystal Springs. She had come to a decision. She was leaving tonight.
Just as quick as the thought popped into her head, it was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing.
‘Hello.’
‘This entire thing is your fault.’
‘Who is this?’
‘As if you didn’t know,’ answered a snide voice. Starting to panic she hung up the phone, only to have it ring again. Afraid to answer it she simply looked at the caller id.
Unknown Caller.
Taking a deep breath she once again opened the phone and in a shaking voice answered.
‘Are you ready to listen?’ asked the caller.
This time when she listened, she discovered that it was a man. When he spoke his voice hissed into the phone. The anger that flowed through it threatened to poison the very being of her soul. Even though he was on the other end of the phone he sounded distant and there was a noise surrounding his whisper.
When she did not answer the caller simply said, ‘Meet me at 142 Cedar Lane in an hour. Don’t be late.’
Click.
The silence was deafening. 142 Cedar Lane? That was her mother’s house. The fear that had just clouded her mind was now replaced with a fear for her mother. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to her. Flipping her phone open to dial her mother’s number she was baffled when her phone did not work. She had just been on it moments before. She was about to close it, when she stopped briefly to listen to the same sound she had heard only moments before. The distant sound of paper being crumpled against the receiver, only to realize it was coming from her phone.
How could that be? Cell phones don’t emit sounds when being opened and closed. There is only silence. Dread washing over her she quickly closed her phone once more.
‘142 Cedar Lane driver and step on it.’
The sound she heard was static.
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Earlier that day…
Angel wiped the sleep from her eyes and continued to work as she tried to stifle a yawn. She had stayed up all night doing inventory and hated every minute of it. Numbers had never been her specialty, especially when under pressure. And right now the pressure was weighing her down like a child carrying building blocks. At this very moment that was exactly what she felt like, a child. She would have loved for someone else to do it for her, but where would she get the money? She had not been in business by herself very long and money was scarce.
Instead she had to count every glass, dish, and piece of silverware in the entire club, and she wasn’t even remo
tely close to being finished. Every way she looked at it, she felt as if she was helpless and for a person as hard working as Angel, she had a reason to be exhausted. But she was aware that the day had just begun and something else was bound to happen. As she looked down at her watch she saw that it was seven in the morning. Fighting a losing battle, she finally decided to take a little nap.
Engulfed in a hazy dream, Angel began to lose sight of all realms of reality. When she closed her eyes, pictures of a garden flashed before her. The light hit the petals of all the flowers perfectly and the leaves danced around the wind. Laughter filled the air and the sweet song of birds floated towards her. In a small way they comforted her and allowed her to believe everything would be okay. It wasn’t until she looked up that she noticed the figure of a man off in the distance. His head was lowered and his hands were shoved in his front pockets. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she walked towards this shadowed figure only to stop when she heard an echo in the distance. Her head turned towards the voice but there was no one there. Again focusing on her intended destination she heard the same voice echoing in her head finally realizing that it was her name.
Jolted from her dream she heard the same voice echoing throughout the club.
‘Angel, has a package arrived for me?’ called a frantic voice.
‘No,’ she answered wiping the sleep from the corner of her eyes
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes,’ she managed to say through a yawn.
‘This package is very important. Are you sure it hasn’t arrived?’
‘Laney, I haven’t received any packages, but if I do you’ll be the first person to know,’ Angel said lying her head down on the table once more.
‘Promise?’
‘Promise,’ she mumbled closing her eyes again.
Laney has been Angel’s best friend since she moved to Crystal Springs. Her five foot four inch frame looked fragile against almost every background, but it was her baby blue eyes that fooled many into believing she was innocent. Innocent she was not. Her skin reminded some of a supermodel who had been out in the sun long enough to get a golden brown tint that everyone she met stared at in awe. These kinds of supermodels were becoming fewer by the season and the perfect look was fading fast.
It was obvious that guys found certain characteristics about Laney mesmerizing, and when it came to handling the business she did have her moments, but this was unfortunately not one of them. Her twenty-first birthday had just passed and as the saying goes ‘with age comes wisdom’. Unfortunately for Angel, wisdom had not found its way to Laney’s doorstep quite yet.
Angel, however, was the complete opposite. Her five foot two inch frame made her appear like a dwarf around people, and her brown eyes and black hair reminded many of a china doll. How she hated being compared to a porcelain Barbie.
Unlike Laney, when it came to running The Fire Excape she was a pro. Her parents had left the club as well as a condo to her as soon as she turned twenty-one, that was last year. She thought of The Fire Excape as family and she loved it just as her family loved it, unconditionally.
Sleeping quietly, Angel was again pulled from her peaceful dream at the sound of her friend’s voice. Trying to ignore her, she kept her head on the table. Maybe if she didn’t move she would go away and let her sleep, but she doubted it.
‘By the way, I can not believe you never told me about your new boyfriend.’
‘What?’
‘Instead I had to hear it from Alexandra,’ she shrieked.
‘Sorry, I must have forgotten,’ Angel said with her head still on the table.
Quickly getting over her anger she asked, ‘So what’s he like? What’s his name? Where’d you meet him?’
‘Nice…Dominick Dupree…here.’
‘Dupree? Sounds exotic,’ she paused and then asked, ‘Well, is he hot?’
Raising her head, she stared at her friend through sleep deprived eyes. She was about to answer when someone knocked on the door and without any hesitation let himself in. Averting their sights to that same spot both were in awe of what was there. A tall, muscular man, with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared to be rolling in some kind of package.
He was wearing a blue uniform that resembled the kind mail carriers wear minus the hat. His hair flowed around his face almost in slow motion. And just like a model for Calvin Klein’s cologne he smiled and ran his fingers through the golden locks. From all sides he looked like the equivalent of a Greek God. His nametag read ‘Tommy’ and he had a tattoo of music notes circling his left bicep.
Angel’s expression changed when she saw that Melanie wasn’t there. She called towards where she had been standing but got no response. Seconds later she heard rustling and came to the conclusion that she had disappeared into the storage room. Angel turned towards the enormous package and noticed that the word ‘Fragile’ was printed on it several times. Puzzled she couldn’t help but wonder what Laney had ordered.
‘Is there a Melanie Jacobs here?’ called the delivery guy.
Bursting from out of nowhere she yelled, ‘I’m Melanie Jacobs.’
Without any questions, she quickly ran towards the package, signed the forms he had in his hand, and then instructed him to wheel the box to the bar. She was like a kid at Christmas, but there was something odd about all of this.
Still tearing at the box, Laney began to laugh maliciously. Ripping off the tape she gave a breathy sigh and continued to tear at the humungous box. Angel couldn’t help but wonder, what she had ordered?
‘What’s in the box, a car?’ Angel teased.
‘Just a few glasses for next week.’
‘What kind of glasses?’
‘Champagne.’
‘We don’t need champagne glasses.’
‘You can never have too many, only bad when you got too few, right?’
‘Was that English?’
She smiled and began unpacking the glasses. Each one sparkled under the florescent lights. Placing them on the counter she hummed to herself. Summer always did something to her. It was a time of love and laughter. But as always her feelings of security and hope faded.
‘How many?’ Angel asked interrupting her train of thought.
‘Huh?’
‘How many?’ she repeated.
‘A few hundred.’
‘What?!’
Breaking under the pressure that surrounded her subconscious, she began to ramble about how it looked a lot more professional to have the bar decorated with glasses. But the real reason for the outburst was to cover up the fact that she had broken most of the glasses in the back. She needed to replace them before she realized she was missing an entire set.
Just as Angel was about to respond there was another knock on the door. Who could it possibly be now? Everyone in Crystal Springs was aware that they were not open until eight p.m. What else had Laney ordered? Maybe this time it really was a car. Slowly walking to the door she looked back at Laney who was admiring the new shipment.
Opening the door a tall brunette with hazel colored eyes smiled at her and said, ‘Hello beautiful.’
Before she could say anything he picked her up and without hesitating quietly kissed her. The kiss lasted for a few minutes but it seemed to go on for what felt like hours to Angel. He was dressed in a gray suit and was wearing a tie that said, ‘I love Chicago!’ He appeared to be in his mid-twenties but from where she was standing it was hard to tell.
Confused, Laney decided she would go investigate. Quickly walking towards them she was shocked to see that Angel was kissing him back
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ asked Melanie.
Lowering her to the ground, his eyes never left Angel’s. Her arms were still circled around his neck and his hands were gently placed on her hips. Angel’s eyes remained fixated on this brown hair, hazel eyed stranger. And she appe
ared to be smiling. When neither one of them answered her she let out a frustrated moan.
Noticing her for the first time since she was placed back on solid ground, Angel turned towards her and said, ‘Melanie, I want you to meet Dominick. Dominick this is Melanie.’
With a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes, he smiled and said, ‘Hello, Melanie.’
Without any hesitation Laney screamed and hugged Dominick. It wasn’t everyday that she met the new guy in her best friend’s life. Releasing her iron-tight grip on him, she looked at Angel and winked.
‘All my friends call me Laney.’
‘Okay…Laney.’
‘That’s better…so you’re the new boyfriend.’
Turning towards Angel she whispered, ‘How come you never told me how hot he was?’
Without waiting for her to comment, Laney wanted to know all of the details as to how they met and how long Angel had kept him a secret. She felt she had been deprived for far too long. As they started to give her all of the ‘details’ about how they met Laney began to tell Dominick embarrassing stories about Angel.
‘When we were younger, Angel used to have this bear named Smokey and when she was scared she would…’
A pain coursed through her left leg and she automatically knew Angel had kicked her. That was her subtle way of saying shut up, but today Laney wasn’t listening to her warnings. Realizing she wouldn’t keep her mouth closed, Angel coughed and began to discuss all of the interesting events that led up to where Laney was.
Slowly studying her face his eyes took in the sight of her. His features softened and taking her hand in his he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her palm.
The distant ringing of a telephone jolted them. Groaning, Angel instructed him to wait a minute while she answered the phone. In the background Angel’s laughter floated towards both Laney and Dominick. She uttered a quick, ‘See you soon,’ and hung up the receiver. When she returned to the table, she gave him a reassuring smile, telling him that everything was okay.
Despite her reassurance, Dominick quickly rose to his feet and announced that he had to leave.
‘I forgot I have an appointment this afternoon. I don’t want to be late,’ he said standing to his feet.
Dominick lightly brushed aside the bangs that threatened to blind her, smiled and with some hesitation dropped his hand.
‘Nice meeting you Laney.’
And without further hesitation he left the club. When he closed the door he looked down took out his phone and read the text message that he had just received.
Meet me in half an hour.
Placing his phone back in his pocket he rushed to his car and set out on his mystery destination.
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Looking down at her cell phone, Angel’s mind began to focus on the situation at hand. Her mother was the only person she had left. Everyone else had died in the fire. And those countless others had not been recovered or identified. No, she had to concentrate on the voice she heard during that call. She had to or she was doomed to walk into a bad situation, that would only get worse by the second. The fire was no longer visible from the window, all that was left was here overactive imagination.
She had been staring out of the window for the past ten minutes and still the voice she heard on the phone haunted her. She knew she had heard that voice before, but where? Angel could see her reflection off the window and for the first time in her life she didn’t like what she saw. Her long hair fell lifelessly around her face and her brown eyes looked dead.
Five minutes passed when she felt the car slowly coming to a stop. She had finally arrived at her mom’s house. Time seemed to have slowed down as she opened the door and stepped onto the wet asphalt, trying very hard not to slam her door. Without saying a word she walked right past the blue picked fence and hesitantly opened the front door.
She was amazed when she walked in to find that almost every inch of his house looked as if someone had ransacked it. The navy blue curtains that draped over all the windows in the living room were lying lifelessly on the floor, and the television was knocked over with the picture of an infomercial flickering. Walking over to the couch she bent down and picked up a piece of paper with the words Read Me written on it.
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