15: Your Fault

ASHLEY

There is always a witness, at least I see that in crime shows. I thought, my fingers crossed and my heart full of hope.

My eyes snap open when I feel his hold loosening and soon he lets go of me completely and I'm quick to turn around to face him.

I moved back immediately as his face came into view. He is dressed in a suit similar to that of last night, except he ditched the tie this time making his look more casual.

My back hits the wall of the elevator and I know I'm the visual representation of shock.

"You?!" I breathe out heavily, desperately tapping buttons on the elevator but it doesn't stop.

"Nice to see you again," His voice is as deep and silky as it was last night, except now it makes the hairs on my body stand and not in a good way.

I don't reply to him, desperately trying to get the doors to open so I can call the cops and tell them someone has been following me and another man wants to kidnap me.

Wait, I don't have to wait till I get out of here. They can help me g