Monster Within The Dark( Tears of two friends) by Shaniya Mack (best mystery novels of all time .txt) 📕

 ARRIVAL

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Emily Cote

Laura grabbed my arm squeezing tightly, her freshly red poilished fingernails digging deep, making me wince in pain. Ouch thats going to leave a mark. Her baby blue eyes gleaming with excitement as the wheels of the plane hit the pave runway with a bump. We made it finally after ten long grueling hours on board the Air France from Los Angeles to Pairs. Laura my best friend and roomate at ucla decided this year for spring break we treat ourselves to an amazing yet outrageously expensive trip to Paris, one we so righteosly deserve having both achieved a 4.0 grade point average on our final exams. Laura could hardly wait unbuckling her seat belt and grabbing our carry on luggage from the storage compartment over our heads.

"Come on Emily" she cried impatiently as I fumbled clumsily with my seat belt. In my haste to keep up with her long strides, I stumbled in the isle my cheeks turning beet red as I heard the stifled giggles emanating from two stewardess that stood at the door way to the cock pit. I sighed why am I always so clumsy. The airport was crazy even at three in the morning and we allowed the mass of passengers to guide us through immigration and processing. Laura was jumping up and down all excited as we made our way outside to the awaiting taxis while I remained a drab weed suffering from jet lag.

Laura and I are different in so many ways its astonishing to see our friendship has lasted this long, three years to be precise. Laura besides been extremly beauitful with long blonde hair which she wore loosely around her shoulders today and voluptous curves in her pink and white floral knee high dress and boots, is funny, extroverted, charismatic all the right ingredients for popularity at ucla while I who has only been deem as pretty by the college frat boys with my thick, long jet black hair and petite physical structure dressed in a simple tight fitted acid wash jeans and dark blue blouse, is the total opposite to Laura with my conscientious, introveted, reserved behaviour.

Maybe its because of this why Robert and I broke up after six months of going steady. He could no longer accept my continued absence towards sex but want is wrong with waiting until we graduate and find a place of our own, maybe be even get married or at least engage before he could pop the cherry. I might be old fashion but its the right thing to do, at least that's what I thought until I walked into his room one evening after my frustrating economics class with my overbearing lecturer Mr Vincent and found Stacy one of the college's cheerleaders bouncing heartily on his huge shaft. Like a fool I ran out the room crying before beating the shit out of her. but all that is going to change after our week in Paris. I plan on having wild exotic sex with a handsome french guy well thats Laura's fantasy but it could be mines too if i allow it, if I only let loose and really enjoyed my vacation and forget all about his stupid ass. 

 I allowed Laura to lead the way following obediently while we searched for a taxi to take us to Rue Saint Lazare.

"Excuse moi dames"(excuse me ladies) called a man from behind us, his voice angelic and alluring, turning behind us we came face to face with a handsome young man in his late twenties wearing a baseball cap. Oh my he is fine with crisp blue eyes and pearly white teeth complete with washboard abs. He was nothing like Robert who was tall and strapped. Robert had a body for football and was a damn good quarter back.

"Oui monsieur" answered Laura showing off her french speaking ablities, as she nudged me sharply in the rib. I guess I was still staring at the man before us with my mouth open no guess.

"I was wondering if you beauitful ladies are here on your own. Do you need a lift. I have a taxi" pointing into the direction to where his car was parked. "I can take you anyway you need to go" he continued, his eyes never leaving Laura undressing her slowly. 

"Sure" she blushed shifting from one foot to the next, she usually does this when she is nervous about a guy she really likes. "Can you take us to Rue Saint Lazare please"

"Yep no problem" he remarked taking off his hat and bowing playfully before he turned and walked off.

Laura took a step to follow him but I yanked her back sharply by the arm my nonsense mode kicking into full gear. 

"What the hell is wrong with you. We dont even know this guy and if he is really operating a taxi service but you just blurted out where we are staying"

I know i was behaving ridiculously partially because I was jealous why guys like him never take notice in me. I was surprise when Robert did been the captain of the football team, he could have any chick he wanted but he choose me and I blew it. Laura pulled her hand away

"This is why Robert broke up with you. You are always serious and never no fun to be around"

My mouth flew opened to reply with an equally hurtful comment but I had nothing, what Laura said was true but it hurt like hell especially coming from her. I bow my head not wanting her to see me cry.

"Oh gosh come on Emily dont cry" tugging on my shoulder " I didnt mean to sound so harsh, you are my best friend after all just try loosening up a bit besides I read in a magazine that french guys are amazing in bed and I intent to test that theory"

Before I could reply she turned and walk off dragging her suitcase behind her, the wheels squeaking on the concrete side walk leaving me with no option but to follow.

 Mr handsome was leaning on his car looking sexy as ever, his arms folded, long legs cross when we approached him. He briskly opended the trunk allowing us to store our suitcases. Laura rubbed her breast seductively against his arm. She could be such a slut at times. There wasnt a guy in college who have not had the pleasure or opportunity of fucking her. I glanced over my shoulder as another stream of passengers exited the terminal, something just wasnt right. Maybe Laura is right I am much to no-nonsence like and need to ease up a bit.

Laura was giggling silly as he whispered in her ears, probably something nasty as he unlocked the front passenger door, Laura slipped inside buckling up while I sat in the back seat. No sooner had I gotten in when two brawny, beefy men opended the door on either side and sat besides me squashing me in the middle. They both wore colorful printed shirts and black slacks. The one on the left who sat just behind Laura had a bull neck and a nasty scar adorn his right cheek, who ever had sewn the injury did a harsh job. The one on the right was just as ugly and sinister with a receding hairline and wonky teeth. My heart dropped as we pulled onto to the highway, the lock on the door clicking into place, the sun peeping its way through the clouds. As I glanced back at the safety of the airport terminal now fading in the distance, instincts told me we were in peril, I just didnt know from what. 

 Mr handsome stared at me from the rear view mirror his eyes dancing with slient laughter as he hum softly his long slender fingernails drumming on the black steering wheel, bastard. I  briefly looked at Laura, her fingers clutching the door knob so tightly it had turned white, she was also sensing danger. The atmosphere was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Besides the few cars that passed us on the highway Paris was rather peaceful, I guess folks here are late sleepers.

"Turn at the corner just ahead please" asked Laura meekly her voice barely above a whisper but he, mr handsome simply ignored her continuing on his own path.

Laura turned her head sightly her baby blue filled with tears and apologizes.

"Whore face front" ordered bull neck, his voice icy and sharp. 

Mr handsome laughed pulling out a loaded smith and wesson from below his seat, intimidating Laura should she try anything foolish, bastard.

At that very moment everthing happen so quickly all I could remember was the strong, intoxicating smell of chloroform, Laura kicking and screaming as bull neck yanked her head back forcefully by her long blonde curls. Mr handsome slapping her across the cheek as one of her kicks registered to his nuts, the rusty and metallic taste of blood as my teeth broke the skin of wonky teeth's arm before passing out helplessly.  

 When I awoke I was strapped onto a gynaecologist table complete with stirrups, levers and a red switch, minus soft padding, the stainless steel table cold against my half naked body. A wooden termite eaten table stood close at hand filled with surgical intruments, needles, scissors and many other sharp objects straight out of my nightmare.  A mature woman probably in her late forties with glossy black hair appeared next to me, her face covered with a surgical mask, her eyes dark as night. I wanted to scream