First Page: Entrata – Suspense
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It was just an ordinary Saturday night for Isabelle Nelson.
After working all day, it was finally 10:40 and her crew had left, so with her paperwork finished and most of the restaurant lights turned off, she did a quick run through one more time to make sure all of the equipment was properly shut down.
After verifying that it was, she shut off the last of the back lights and went to the front of the building, entering the office and squatting down the spin the combination on the safe. Once it was locked, she was ready to go. Standing up straight, she grabbed the cup of pop she had poured herself and grabbed her keys. Turning off the office light, she walked out and shut the door behind her. Then she stood in front of the alarm until the green light told her it was ready and she could set the alarm. Once the beeping began, she quickly walked out of the building, locking the door behind her and then making her way out to her car.
It had been a very long day, and all she wanted to do was go home, take her shoes off, and finally relax. She had worked 11 to close, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but seeing as she was having problems at her house, she had to run to Wal-Mart that morning to get some necessities.
At 19, Belle still lived at home with her parents. Normally this was no problem, but recently when her parents accepted an old couch from an old friend, their house became infested with bed bugs.
Bed bugs—tiny little demons that invaded your home and ruined your life.
Okay, they hadn’t really ruined her life, but they were still extremely inconvenient. Nearly everything in the house had to be thrown out—what hadn’t been thrown out had been disinfected and put into thick black garbage bags and stored in the trunk.
The trunk because Belle was currently living out of her car.
When she went home, she would go into her family’s camper in the backyard to get a shower and use the bathroom, then she would change into pajamas and go out to her car. She already had a pillow in her backseat, but she kept her comforter in their camper as she didn’t want anyone at her work to know that she was living like a homeless person.
It was humiliating and exhausting, not to mention uncomfortable.
Sighing as she got to her car, she pulled out her car keys to unlock the door. Belle opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat, leaving the door open and one foot outside the car as she reached across the counsel to put her purse in the passenger seat, then she placed her Diet Pepsi in the cup holder. As she slid the key into the ignition, she was startled by the sudden sound of footsteps pounding on the pavement—and it sounded like they were headed right toward her.