Lynn was out shopping with her mom after playing hooky on the last day of school. She never got to see her mom; she was a single parent with a demanding full time job. She was a very well respected lawyer in the area and to many clients for Lynn to keep track of. And if her mom was at home she was usually cooped up in her office, looking at piles and piles of paperwork, and looking for loopholes in this law or another. The few times Lynn got to spend with her mother usually weren’t much longer than an hour at a time.
Lynn glanced at her mom, her hair, usually pulled back into a tight bun, was down styled perfectly into large but soft curls. The roots of her hair were starting to reveal her age growing gray in her mane of blonde. Her face, still young looking had a few wrinkles around the eyes, all of them smile lines. But from the morose attitude of late most would never believer her past cheerful and optimistic outlook on life. Lynn’s father had passed away four years ago after a short-lived battle with cancer. Her mother was hit hardest by his death. She had fallen into a depression that she eventually came out of after having a revelation that her husband would want her to move on. And she was attempting that by burying herself further in her work and going on as many dates as she could fit into her tight schedule. Lynn hated every man that walked out the door with her mother. Seeing each as a possible replacement of her father.
To make up for all the time her mother had missed with her daughter, she took Lynn to all sorts of fancy and expensive stores. Lynn already had three large closets filled to the brim with clothes, but if she picked it up it was placed into the ‘buy’ pile in every color they had. After spending enough money to send her to an upscale state university for two years, they moved onto the make-up and perfume counters.
They bought enough make-up to supply a drag queen for a few years in every color that looked even decent on Lynn. And several gallons of the most expensive perfume they had, plus a few that really weren’t that expensive but Lynn thought smelled really good.
Lynn was almost sick of all the fake attention her mom gave her, she longed to be able to just hang out in the movie room at home with a giant bowl of popcorn between them laughing hysterically at poorly made romance movies like they used to. Or to just sit and talk about how their days had been. But her mom didn’t have time for that anymore, it was buy her daughter’s affection a few times a month and then not see her except in passing for eternities.
Soon it was time to go, her mom had another case to prepare for tomorrow. So they gathered their bags and headed for a door that wasn’t as used as when the building had first opened. They had built a bigger better parking lot on the other side of the building and the larger majority chose to park there. They were almost to the door when a man dressed all in black with a ski mask over his head came bursting through the door. He stopped short in front of them, looking surprised, before bringing up the gun he was holding.
“Give me your bags!”
At first Lynn and her mother stared him in shock before he screamed at them.
“Give them here now! I mean it, I’ll shoot!”
Lynn’s mother threw the bags at his feet, glancing at her daughter before starring at the gun. In her fright all Lynn could do was stare with wide eyes. She couldn’t believe it, these things didn’t happen to her. She shook her head, trembling in fear.
Suddenly she could hear hurried footsteps a ways behind her. The man looked even more frantic, Lynn realized it was security guards coming.
“This is your last chance, I’ll count to three and it those bags aren’t at my feet you’re getting shot! Do you understand me? One….”
There was still not response from Lynn.
“Lynn! Give them to him!” she could hear her mother screaming at her, almost sobbing. But for some reason she couldn’t move.
“Two…. three!”
There was loud bang, leaving a ringing in her ears before pain blossomed in her left shoulder area. She looked down in shock, seeing red spreading in the cloth of her top. She reached up with her right had to touch it, bringing her fingers away she looked at them, they were colored with blood. She looked at her mother, eyes wide, before they rolled back in her head and she collapsed.
I know it doesn't make much sense right now that I switched characters but it explains in later chapters kinda. And once again this is going to be a novel, so please let me know if you find any errors, I'll do my best to fix them. And I appreciate any sort of critizim, I think it helps me see what my readers want. I'm also trying to come up with a title, but I'm having some troubles with it. So as soon as I have one it'll be under that.
