Bloodbank by Alice (best ereader for textbooks .TXT) 📖

anything. I look around the room, there was about 12tvs showing each floor.
“Tell me what happen who is Dex? Your boyfriend, a friend?” Mitch ask.
“Neither” I said not looking at Mitch. I was still looking around the room. It was just like the security rooms you see on TV or movies.
“Oh, how did you guys meet?” Mitch said.
I look at the TV screens again. I saw Bill walking toward the elevator on the 6th floor. “The sky.” I said.
“The wha? Are you alright?”
I then look at Mitch and he look like he was staring at a crazy person. I then realize what I just said; ‘The sky’, was what I answer. To think about it if I just call the police, they won’t believe me and my parents would be angry at me for they would think I made the whole thing up. Shit, I don’t even believe what happen, myself.
I jump up out my seat. “Um, you know what never mind.” I put the coffee cup on the desk next to where I sat.
“What?” Mitch ask sounding confuse.
“Don’t call the police, I’ll be leaving now. Pretend like I was never here.” I said backing up to the door.
“Whatever scared the mess out of you like that; it isn’t good to just ignore it.” Mitch said walking toward me.
“N-no I’m fine.” I said turning away from Mitch. I then grab the handle to the door and someone was blocking my way.
“Hello, little miss.” Said Bill, I was assuming since he sound like the guy off the walky-talky. Bill then look at Mitch. “This the girl.”
“Yea, it is but she doesn’t want me to call the police and she wouldn’t tell me anything.” Mitch said.
I took this chance to run, I slip pass Bill and ran down the hall.
“MISS!!” They call after me but I wouldn’t stop. I made my way to the front doors of the building. I push on the doors but they wouldn’t budge.
“I was wondering when you would be down here.” Said a familiar voice.
I slowly turn around to face him and when I saw him I scream. Dex was sitting on top of the front desk with his legs cross. He was smiling and his eyes were glowing bright red. I turn to run back down the hall I just came from but somehow Dex mange to block my way.

I swung my fist but Dex caught my risk before my fist hit him in the jaw. He then squeeze it hard, cried out in pain. The more I tried to pull away the more he squeezes.
“Ow-Ow let go!” I felt tears flowing down my face. “Please.”
“Let her go!” Yell a familiar rusty voice.
Dex pick me up by the risk and swung me to the floor. I hit the floor hard and I heard a BANG! I look up at Dex to see he was bleeding on the ground now. I then saw Mitch with a gun in his hand; thank god he came when he did.
Bill ran over to me and helps off the ground. “Are you alright?” Bill asks me.
I nodded my head, my risk where Dex had grab me, was now pumping blood back into my hand. It hurt like crazy and where Dex had grabbed me, there was purple circle around it.
I look over at Dex again and Mitch was over him pointing the gun at his head. Dex kick Mitch in the leg hard and Mitch at the same time shot the gun; he also went down to the ground. The bullet went up in the ceiling and made a hole. Dex got up and ran to the doors of the building. He busted through the glass doors like then was nothing. Bill ran after him and I ran to Mitch to help him off the ground.
Mitch was huffing and puffing. I got on the ground next to Mitch.
“You okay?” I ask.
“No, I-I think he broke my leg.” Mitch said through his pants.
“Where is the phone?” I ask; I needed to call the ambulance.
“Ba-ck in the security room.” Mitch said.
“I’ll be back” I then ran back to the security room and dial 911.
When I came back to the front of the building Bill was helping Mitch seat down on top of the front desk. Bill turn to look at me; “He got away.”
Great what just what I needed to here.
chapter 3

“Alexandra, sweetie; are you okay?!?” My mother just got out a taxi and was now running over to me. The blond bun on top of her head stay in place while she ran and even when my mother runs she still has a lot of grace. I sat on the back of the ambulance with a blanket around me; I’m glad the police officer gave it to me, it’s really cold outside. I push a piece of my blond hair out my face and tuck it behind my ear.
“Yes, Mother, I’m fine but cannot say the same for Mitch.” I said.
MY mother embraces me and kisses my forehead. She then looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Oh, my sweet baby I thought something had happen to you. Thank goodness you’re okay and who is this ‘Mitch?’”
“The security guard who save my life. He not here anymore he was rush to the hospital, for my attacker broke his leg.”
“Oh, well remind me to send him some flowers.” My mother said taking a seat next to me.
A man in a black suit walks up to me and my mother. “Hello ladies, I’m detective Gross. I need to ask you a few questions.”
“I don’t believe my daughter would like to answer questions at this point; I’m sure she is tried out by all the excitement tonight. Maybe tomorrow at the Berlin Hotel and we have a party to get back to.” MY mother said getting up. I also got up, my mother took my hand and almost drag me to the taxi.
“Wait, miss what is your name and your room number?” Mr. Gross calls after us.
“Her name is Alexandra Lockheart and she is in room 204.” Mother said shoving into the taxi; Mr. Gross grab my mother arm and she yank away. Once I was shove into the taxi, my mother slam it shut. She and Mr. Gross where having a agreement from the looks of mother’s burning red face. Then my mother said something unpleasant to the looks of Mr. Gross face; all the color from his face was drain away. My mother had a smug smirk her face and was crossing her arms meaning mother had won the battle.
Mother then open the door to the taxi again and got in.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Lockheart…I-I didn’t realize who you were.” Mr. Gross said apologizing.
“Sure.” My mother said not looking at Mr. Gross. “Close the door.”
Mr. Gross mad a face and then close the door to the taxi.
“Driver back to the hotel.” My mother said.
The car took off down the road. I look at my mother. “What was that all about?” I ask.
Mother turn to me and slap me hard the cheek; now it was time for mother true color to show. Playing the worry, caring, loving, mother was all an act. In real life she was a cold hearted, non-caring for others; including her own daughter (flesh and blood), woman. My cheek stung from her hard slap; I fight back the tears that well up in my eyes.
“DAMN IT ALEXANDRA! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE THE PARTY!! PEOPLE WAS ASKING FOR YOU AND I WENT LOOKING FOR YOU. WHEN I COULDN’T FIND YOU, I GOT A PHONE CALL SAYING MY DAUGHTER WAS AT THE VERIZON COMPANY BUILDING. I HAD TO LEAVE THE PARTY, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT LOOKS WHEN THE HOSTEST HAS TO LEAVE THE PARTY!!!! YOU MADE ME LOOK BAD!” She yell.
I look out the window. “I’m sorry.”
“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT! DAMN IT WHY IN THE HELL DO I LISTEN TO THAT NANNY OF YOUR. ‘YOU NEED TO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER ‘ SHE SAYS. WELL I DON’T NEED TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU BECAUSE YOUR NOTHING BUT TROUBLE. DAMN I SHOULD HAD NEVER INVITED YOU TO COME TO NEW YORK ME. I SHOULD HAD NEVER HAD YOU, YOU USELESS CHILD.”
‘Useless child’ echoes in my head and I began to sob.
“oh don’t give me those fake tears.” My mother said.
I wipe the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Geez your messing up your make-up. When we get back to the party go to your room and put on a clean dress and new make-up. Then come back down and I need you to dance with some people. Wear that red boo gecko dress, I got for you yesterday.”
“Okay.” I said looking out the window.
Going back to the party was the last thing on my mind.

chapter 4

“Oh, Alex, darling I was wondering where you went.” Said my soon to be mother-in-law , Carline Shay; she smiles brightly showing off her 24 perfect white teeth. Mrs. Shay had dark brown hair and greenish blue eyes; she was wearing a little green with tan high heels. Even the through she was 38, she look to be 28 or 29. She is the always cheer type and always had something positive to say in a negative situation. She hugs me and fake kiss my cheeks and I hug her back and fake kiss her back. She then look down at me. “My, were you wearing that lovely dress before?”
“No, Mrs. Shay. I got red wine on my white party dress.” I lied and I hated it. I hate lying but mother told me to tell anyone who asks about the dress.
“Oh, I told you call me mom. And where is Eric? I haven’t seen him lately, I want to see you too dance together.”
“Um, I think where he’s at. I’ll go get him” I said turning away from Mrs. Shay.
“Hurry back the waltz is going to be on next. I