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The sketchy part of town I live in never worried me. I’d lived in worse places. I didn’t want to spend my money on a nice apartment when I’d be there only to sleep and store my belongings. I didn’t even have a lot of those.
What I had not expected was for anyone to find out where I lived. In retrospect, I guess I was incredibly naïve, stupid even. Everyone knows about looking things up on the internet. I don’t have a computer though, never have been computer literate, and I’d have a hard time figuring things out on there.
But the one lesson I learned is that I should’ve never danced under my real name. How hard would it have been for me to come up with an alias of sorts?
Now, I have Hawk of the Savages MC visiting me every night. He fucks me, tells me things that I rush to report to Lala as soon as he is out of my apartment.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have been amazed at how easily he’s been sharing information with me. The words just come out of his mouth. I am careful about asking questions, but sometimes I worry that I didn’t understand what he told me, so I ask for clarifications.
It’s been going like this for a few weeks now, and with each day that passes, I get more attached to him. He doesn’t come to the club anymore, as he told me he worries that Bricks or one of his people would notice him there. So I rush through my sets, praying every night that I don’t have any private sessions booked.
Hawk, on his end, leaves me an envelope full of cash after each one of his visits. I cried when I counted the money the first time. Since then, I just grabbed it and hid it in a locked metal box under the boards in my living room. It is in an obvious spot right in the middle of the small living room, with an area rug covering it. Hiding it in plain sight.
I also called my financial planner and asked him about moving to Louisiana. He was a bit hesitant about it, and told me that he was not licensed to work there, so he would need to refer me to someone else if I left. Since he’s been the only one to be nice to me and actually help me, I cried about it after we hung up.
All that just to once again say that I am exhausted. My brain is fried, and my body needs rest.
I pull into my designated parking spot at the apartment, although, no one really cares about that around here, so I’m grateful that it’s open. Making sure I have my phone, bag and keys, I get out of the car and lock it. It is an old crappy Honda Civic that barely runs, but it’s mine, and I’d be devastated if it got stolen.
I look around, expecting to see Hawk waiting for me, just like he’s been doing for the past weeks. Disappointment fills me when he’s nowhere to be seen. I don’t smell his cigarettes either, so I know he hasn’t been around here, at least not since last night.
A sudden thought occurs to me. What if all this information I’m giving to Lala to give to Bricks ends up getting Hawk killed? I couldn’t live with myself. Then again, I wonder why I would even care.
My heart squeezes in my chest at the thought of never seeing him again, not because he left town, but because he’s not alive anymore. Because of me.
I have developed feelings for Hawk, and that can’t be good.
My thoughts are scrambled in my head, and that’s how I don’t pay attention to the footsteps I hear coming from the parking lot.
“She’s a little older than what the boss likes,” someone with a thick accent says. “A little fat, too, no?”
“Nah, man, she’s got big tits, that all.”
I freeze in front of the main door to the house. My keys are digging into the palm of my hand, and I regret not having it ready to go straight into the lock. Now I’m scared it would make noise.
“She better not fight,” the first voice declares. “I’m not in the mood for it.”
“I got the chloroform ready, man.”
Without thinking, I drop everything to the ground except for my keys and my phone. Then, I jump off the rickety porch and take off running.
“Oh shit,” one of them says. “She’s running.”
“That’s okay, she’s fat. She can’t get far.”
I curse the moment I decided that flip-flops were appropriate footwear when one of my feet slips on the smooth surface and I twist my ankle. I let them fly off my feet and continue running. The concrete hurts my feet, and when I notice a dark yard, I take a hard left and jump over the fence.
My breathing is heavy, but I force myself to keep my mouth closed so I wouldn’t make noise. I hear the two men’s heavy footsteps as they run by, and it takes them a second to realize that they can’t see me running anymore.
“Fuck, she’s gotta be around here somewhere,” one of them says.
I slowly make my way to the yard next to this one, grateful that nobody pays their electric bill around here, or the houses are abandoned, so there are no lights on. A small whimper escapes me when I step on something sharp, and I’m pretty sure I’m bleeding.
Carefully, I continue clutching to my keys and phone as I tip toe from one yard into the next, listening for the voices behind me. At some point, it sounds like they each took a side, and I’m pretty sure that if I continue this way, I’ll end up on the other side right in between these two.
I stop and press myself against what looks like a barn of sorts. I’m sure a stronger wind could knock it over easily, and I pray that my weight against it won’t do any damage. I squeeze my eyes tight when something runs across my bare foot, most likely a rodent of some sort, and force myself not to scream in horror.
The two guys following me are close, way too close for comfort, making me wonder which way to go, if anywhere at all. At some point, I think they passed me as I can hear them walking somewhere ahead of me.
