Suspense

I wake up to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I lie still, trying to silence my breathing. The footsteps get closer and closer until they stop outside my door. I hold my breath for the intruder to make their next move.

I tiptoed behind the door in case the intruder was planning to get in. There was a brief silence before I see the doorknob turn with the little visibility in the dimness of the room.

As the door silently squeaked open, the intruder shed some light using the flashlight of their cellphone. They entered the room, gave a once over at the bed, then crossed the room to open the bathroom door. After they closed it, I heard the tinkling coming from the bathroom while I left my room.

I descended to the kitchen to grab a butcher knife from the knife drawer -- or was it the knife holder?

Anyway, I grabbed the handle from the butcher knife and prepared to ambush the intruder. To my surprise, they were no longer there. Where were they?

.

.

.

My question was answered when I received a hit from my aching nape when I got knocked out cold, which explained why I woke up with a krick on my neck only to find myself tied up with plastic bands on my wrists and ankles.

I hate it when the light hits my face in the morning! Or was it noon? Dammit! How am I gonna get outta here?!

Wait?

Where am I?

I squeeze my eyes shut then blink repeatedly while I'm trying to adjust to my surroundings.

Lemme see...

Yep, I'm all alone in a fricking diner where I used to work. I recognize the shabby ceiling lamps, the same oak and maple tables and the stench of kitchen grease.

I hear footsteps, only this time the androgynous looking waiter (or waitress) puts the tray on the table in front of me and rings the bell on their way back to the kitcken.

The sunny side up has the yolk punctured to make it look like tears. How am I supposed to eat this with my wrists tied to the armrest?

What?! I'm hungry! A girl's gotta eat.

You'd be pissed too if you had a sunny side up with 6 stacks of flapjacks with agave right infront of you and can't reach in to chow down.

"Get me outta here!" I yelled, I'm hangry! It was times like these that I wanted to have superstrength to break shit and beat whomever dragged me here.

I heard someone clicking their tongue at me.

That motherfu--

"Candace Kerr, you should know by now--"

Why is my ex-stepdad here?! Of all people!!!

"--that you can't leave the family business."

I want nothing to do with him--

"Especially without--"

--or his ties to the mafia.

Go...

"--a good--"

To.

"--breakfast."

Hell!