Friday, October 28, 2016


I'm a creature of habit. I have followed the same routine every morning before sunrise. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and ride my bike a few blocks over to a local market where I buy pink and white peonies mixed with pink roses and daisies. Fresh flowers give me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

Then, I park my bike outside the big picturesque window at the bakery on the corner to watch the show. At six o'clock, five bakers stand shoulder to shoulder in front of a long table. The way they move in sync reminds me of a conductor of an orchestra. Once the show is over, I head home to replace my old flowers on my desk to work for the rest of the day.
Heiress | © Literary Junkie

But this morning two men grabbed me before I could make it home. They locked me in the trunk for what felt like hours.

I couldn't understand why they would take. I'm a struggling web designer. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have children, and I only have a handful of friends.

Suddenly, the men pulled me out of the trunk and there was water all around me. I knew if I panicked I wouldn't get out of it alive. "What do you want from me?" I stood in the murky waters.

"We want it all. We've served your father all our lives, and where were you," one of the men said.

"Nowhere," another answered.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"You got it all."

"Your father left all his money to you."

Their voices faded in and out. I heard millions, estate, cars, and business. I don't remember anything about my father. My mother told me he abandoned us when I was five-years-old. Now I learned my mother took me away. Now my father is gone and has left everything to me, and people want me dead!

When one of the men shot me in my chest, I stopped fighting. I stopped screaming. I didn't move one inch. I went underwater. I did what I had to do to claim what was rightfully mine. I wasn't going to let them win. And they fell for it. They walked away thinking they got me out of the way. 

By nightfall, two men pulled me out of the lake. My strength had long faded. I cried for my father because I finally knew he didn't forget about me. He loved me, and I so I embraced what was rightfully mine.

I am the Heiress!

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