Taken by the Alien Lord by Jennifer Scocum

Taken by the Alien Lord
    Chapter One
    Fairy tales can come to life. Happily ever after does exist. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted my share of happily ever after. I knew my prince charming would arrive soon, riding a white horse. The man of my dreams would come and take me away from all the materialistic things of this world. I have imagined this day ever since I attended my aunt’s marriage and was one of the prettiest flower girls in the history of weddings.
    I grew old, turned eighteen, finished college, got a degree, turned twenty, switched job, started saving, turned twenty six, got my share of bad dates, got stood up numerous times, which made me turn more mature and practical. But then, I met him. My prince charming who gave me a taste of happily ever after with his first kiss.
    It was a beautiful day. I was wearing my mother’s wedding gown and walked gracefully towards the altar, where my prince was waiting for me. I could hear the wedding bells and the piano. I could see people watching me and adoring my beauty. I was looking beautiful and pretty, my skin was radiant and the dress complimented my curves.
    That. Right there – was my happily ever after.
    “Rebecca! Rebecca!” I heard someone calling my name from behind. The screams sounded furious. I couldn’t take the rage and turned away, only to find out it was darkness all around me.
    “Rebecca! I need those merger reports by the end of the day!” the voice was loud and clear.
    “Yes, sir!” I said. It was more of an auto response. I quickly opened my eyes and came back to my senses. I looked around and saw a bundle of unwanted files in front of me, the wooden desk, and the workstation. It wasn’t the happily ever after that I thought.
    I brought my senses back from my reverie and gave up the idea of my dreams. “Wake up Rebecca! Dreams are not meant to be taken so seriously!” My manager said and stepped out from my desk to his cabin. I smiled at myself by the thought of my marriage. It was not the right time or place. I wasn’t living my dreams anymore.
    My happily ever after was yet to come.

Chapter Two
    “So tell me something more about you? What are your dreams and aspirations?” I was asked by a man whom I met a couple of minutes back. I was sitting in a casual street café where he decided to take me. It was an offbeat choice for a first date, but I liked the idea of it.
    “My hopes and aspirations! Well, that’s a tough one. I guess right now, I would like to have some consistency with my job and maybe become an assistant manager in a few years. I am a senior executive now and I am waiting for an in-house promotion now. I have worked really hard for it!” I said, trying to boast about my hard work and dedication.
    “No, I mean about your life – your personal life,” he corrected and that left me staring his face for the next five minutes, until he realized that the awkward silence would kill our first date and changed the topic. In those five minutes, I thought about a lot of things, but nothing really passed my mind. I had dreams – high dreams of getting married or of finding the right man for me, with whom I could spend the rest of my life. But those were my dreams.
    I had no companion with whom I could share my hopes or aspirations. I had nobody. I was a lone wolf.
    I came back home and my empty bed welcomed me, mocking me at times when I passed out on the couch while watching television. There was nothing else to do, nothing to look forward to.
    I woke up the next day and found my cell phone dead. It didn’t take me very long to realize that my alarm didn’t work in the morning and I was running late. I quickly got ready and wore almost anything that first came out of my closet, got a cab and ran to work.
    I was more than two hours late, something which I have never done before. I have always been a very punctual and dedicated employee. It didn’t really matter to anyone that I was late. No one reacted and I