I have been here for six months so far and i have still not gone exploring, i have three more boxes of things to unpack, my sister keeps sending them, i have been keeping her in the dark about my life for the past few years. Bless her soul because god knows mine is going to hell. I stick to my usual routine and it is boring me but i am safe.Work, home, grub hub, grocery delivery and repeat. compared to a few months ago this life is plain. I miss the action but I have to stay low. Demetri can't find me. As i layed on the bed in my tiny apartment my phone rang, it was work, crap, I am too tired for this , I haven't been this tired since Paris. MMMmm Paris, No stop thinking about what happened in paris, even if it was that good, very very good.
Fuck me i need to wash my mind out. When I picked up the phone it was Kirk calling from the front desk. Some members of the faculty were going to a Karaoke bar, he said I should come along, that they were leaving in half an hour. Might as well have some fun and what could go wrong, afterall i have stayed hidden for six months. We went out to the bar and had a blast. I believe I danced my ass off and ended up on the stage with two other co-workers singing ' We are young. We were all wearing these long multi colored wigs. In the morning my sister sent me a video clip of us singing. there were two million views. What teh atual fuck. teh heading said 'Momma i wanted to be a girl."
I mean come on, that's a terrible heading. The one night i go out in months and i get embarrassed, wait a minute, someone from the cartel could have seen me. SHIT. Just as I was in my thoughts and I felt the cold shriveled hands of paranoia grab me by the cherries and I was currently forcing fear down my throat, my phone rang, how convenient. Kirk was on the phone saying I need to get to work early.
A kid I know, sweet kid, his parents are junkies and turned him into one, he is in rehab now, it was that or juvie, he got into trouble with the law, the judge gave him a choice. I normally spend lunch with him, he is just a kid 18 years old. He was having some sort of breakdown according to Kirk. When i got to the center and went into his room he was fine, absolutely fine. Well not really, he was a smiley kid always grinning. When I look around the room I see Kirk out cold, bleeding from his head.I ran to her side and rested his head on my lap, I ripped his sleeve off of his coat and held it to the wound. I took a good look at it and it was all too familiar. He was hit with the butt of a gun, Demetri used to do that, when he needed to knock someone out quickly.
"Randal whatthe fuk happened, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything QUINN"
"What did you call me?"
When I looked up Randal was smiling, the closet doors flew open there he was Mr. J and two new goons. He came out clapping slowly. FUCK ME. He used a kid to get to me, this bastard has no limits.
"So Quinn, you got a replacement for me already."
"Fuck you."
"I wish you would."
His goons pulled Kirk from me with ease and Randal tossed me a wet towel. I wiped my hands off. I tossed the towel to the side and got up off of the floor.
"Oh by the way my name is actually Dallas."
He walked out of the room and lit a cigarette. This little shit, Demetri walked closer to me and I stepped back, god knows how much he wants me dead. When I felt my back hit the wall, I knew I was fucked. He took out my gun, he can't be serious.
"Really Demetri you going to shoot me with my own gun?"
"Thats Mr. J to you."
He put the nozzle of the gun under my chin, why do i have a feeling this gun is not empty? He briefly looked behind him and nodded to one of his goone, the idiot locked the door with him on the other side. His attention has now turned back to me , well i guess it's time for me to die. He pushed my chin upwards and pressed his body against mine, I was struggling to breath. When he heard me struggling he leaned back a bit until my breathing went back to normal. I was shocked when I felt his hand dive into my pants.
"Demetri don't."
"What did I tell you about calling me that?"
This pervert, i could feel his hand grab my bear ass. What is his game? What is the use? He is just going to kill me. Why play with me?
"Stop just kill me already."
"Kill you? Why would I want to do that? What i told you in Paris i meant, and like i told you the day before you left i will never let you go."
He kissed me and forced his tongue in my mouth , I tried to reject it but I couldn't, I melted, I stopped resisting, I gave up. With one kiss I gave up, I felt the gun lower from my chin. When I finally came to my senses and broke the kiss, I knew better than to look into his eyes. He put away the gun and began to laugh. What is he planning?
"To be continued."
He took his hand from my pants and cleared his throat. The next thing I knew I had cuffs on, he led me out the back of the building and into a limo . Seconds after i was seated Dallas or whoever hopped in next to me. The little brat still had his cigarette lit in the car. He put on his bluetooth headphones and stared out the window. I could hear the rock music from all the way on the other side of the bar. I actually rather sit next to Mr. J than to listen to rock for the rest of this ride. I moved my seat and looked out the window, but waited what about Milam, and my stuff.
"Deme- i mean Mr. J what about Milam and my things?"
"The rat is being transported along with some of your clothes, everything else will be sent later."
"Ok. What happened to Kirk?"
"Oh about that your boyfriend didn't make it."
"First of all he wasnt my boyfriends second i only spoke to him twice."
"Whatever."
I turned my attention back on the view. Kirk, i might not have known you that well but i am sorry you had to die, it's all my fault, i tried to push you away but you just don't quit do you. You should have given up on talking me into going out because now you are dead and most likely won't be having a traditional funeral. I fell asleep and woke up right back in New york. Yippee. We were dropped off at the apartment and Dallas was sent home, I unfortunately was still in cuffs. When we got into our room, nothing changed, everything was still the same , it even smelled the same. He uncuffed my hands and tossed them to the side. He tossed me one of his nightshirts. I went to change and came back to him in her underwear laying on the bed, good god, I am ready for my punishment. If there is one thing I know for sure is that no one gets off the hook. I turned off the lights and got into bed, god knows what he has planned. As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath a tattooed hand pinched my cheek. Damn it, here we go.
"All right, bring on the punches.” He liked to bring them wen you least expect it.
"No worries , I am not going to punch you at all, I'm going to do something much more painful."
"What might that be?"
"Reclaim what is mine."
"Re-claim, what are you....... oh crap , wait a minute Mr. J we can talk about this."
"No we cant."
I relaxed my body then ......made a fucking run for it. I slid out of those silk sheets and made it as far as the living room, I grabbed some sweatpants and went for the door. Turns out running from cops for years makes you faster than a pink headed poor bastard, also known as me. I guess I didn't have a chance anyways.
"Quinn go back to the bedroom and accept your punishment."
"It's going to hurt isn't it."
"It won't if you got fucked by another dude while you were in Virginia."
"Are you out of painkillers?"
"Yep."
"FUCK."
I dropped the sweatpants and crawled back into bed and accepted my fate. For the first time in my life i wasnt looking forward to sex with him, if you can call this sex. I slipped off my briefs but kept the shirt on, after all it's only my tight ass he needs, this is going to hurt, I won't be sitting right for a while. I knew I should have gotten that dildo when I had the chance, maybe this wouldn't hurt that much if I had. Half a year without fucking basically makes me as tight as a virgin. I layed on my stomach and awaited the pain. I heard him chuckling behind me. His rough hands grabbed my ass so tight that it began to hurt. I grabbed one of the pillows and buried my face. In no time I felt him inside me, good lord this hurt way more than I thought, there wasn't even any lube, and I know we have plenty, at this point I will even take the blueberry lube.
When he thrusted deep inside me hot tears formed in my eyes.
"Jesus you're seriously giving it to me dry."
"Yes, it hurts way more that way."
"No shit."
He pulled my hair back and began to laugh, what's so funny I am in severe pain, my asshole hurts like hell , my scalp is burning, and it is getting hard to breathe with my head being pulled back. I guess it's my punishment for trying to hide the tattoo. By the time he was down with me, I had a headache, and I don't think I will be sitting right for a while without severe pain. I wonder if i can order painkillers from amazon. In the morning I crawled out of bed and went into the showers. I realized while washing up blood was going down the drain. I'm just going to pretend I never saw that and live in denial. I heard knocking at the door and hopped out of the shower. I put on a robe, grabbed my gun and put it against the door and opened it. His face was the last one I wanted to see. It was Dallas he had a big smile on his face.
"Isn't it too early to be this happy."
"Not at all, nice robe Quinn."
"Fuck you. What do you want?"
"I'll tell you if i get a peek."
"I'm sorry my brain hasn't had coffee yet, please just be blunt."
"In your robe."
"Yeah, no."
"Fine here is your pooch and clothes."
"Perfect timing."
"I can see that."
"Fuck off kid, i had to shoot the last guy who flirted with me, well after Mr.J tortured him. "
"Oh please, you wanted the guy."
"No I didn't, why am I having that conversation with you, it's none of your beeswax."
I took Milam, my thing and closed the door. It was too early for this shit. I put on my sweatpants and a shirt. I let Milam go and went back into bed. I realized I still had the gun in my hand, why did it feel so natural, so light. I put it in the night stands and got back into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall asleep, what felt like minutes later I felt something heavy flop across my back. When i opened my eyes it was Mr. J getting ready.
"Aren't you getting up?"
"No, my ass is broken and in need of painkillers or lots of vodka, that i am ordering on amazon as we speak."
"Which one?"
"Both, if possible."
"You're such a drama queen."
"Shove a dildo up your ass, then come tell me about drama queen."
"Whatever, get up you have work, like five of our guys need medical attention."
"I need medical attention."
"That's your own fault."
"No it isn't since you had that little brat spying on me. You know I have been from work to my apartment for the last six months."
"Stop arguing and get up before i give you a reason to go to the hospital."
And so it begins, goodbye cruel world, we had some good times, but i dont think im gonna make it. I get out of bed, grab my brush , put on my shoes and head out the door behind him. I need liquor so bad right now, when I sat in the car, a tear ran down my face. I am not good at this mind over body thing, singing level up in my head isn't helping. When we reach the bar and get downstairs, everyone is waiting. I don't bother looking at any of them and go straight into my office where these unfortunate souls were waiting to get patched up. FUCK, this is going to take all day, i guess i will have to wait to drown my sorrows in something clear and strong. After the fifth dude got stitches, I finally closed up shop. Mr. J had his goons watching me all day, I asked one of them to get two bottles of vodka for the bar. All of a sudden my door flung open finally.
"Quinn why alcohol?"
"nunya"
I took of the bottles and began chugging. I know drinking this much at this point in my life is bad, but at this point I am willing to try anything but drugs and cigarettes to put me out of my misery. By the time the bottle was empty my whole body was numb, oh so numb, hallelujah i didn't think it was possible. I fell asleep in one of the beds and didn't wake up until I felt a slap on the ass. Oh daddy the alcohol wore off. I know that for sure. I jumped out of my sleep to find it was Dallas that slapped me. That's it imma shoot the bitch.
"You little motherfucker, I'm gonna kill you."
"Not when I am Mr.Js right hand man."
"Your barely a man kid, I bet you're just starting puberty."
"Wanna find out?"
"No thanks i'm not interested in your little dill pickle."
I hopped off the bed and grabbed my ass, my poor abused ass. When I looked around the guards were just standing there, so they did see him slap me , such bone heads. I walked past Dallas the ass and went upstairs to the bar. Halfway up the steps I bumped into the other ass slapper.
"Quinn where are you going?"
"As far away from that little pervert as possible, and to find my gun so i can shoot him in his dill pickle."
"Come again, and use atual words this time."
"I want to shoot dallas in the dick."
"Why?"
"Not like you're going to believe me but he slapped me on the ass after the vodka wore off."
"You're right I don't believe you, he is a good kid."
"Whatever floats your party boat"
I walked past him and decided to bite the bullet and walk to a walgreens and get some damn advil. Two of the goons stopped me at the door with their arms crossed. Good god, where am I running in sweatpants and a t -shirt.
"Relax, I'm just going to Walgreens to get some painkillers."
"We are coming with you."
"Whatever, i couldn't give two fucks his point."
When we got to Walgreens all eyes were on us, learning to ignore staring eyes, I grabbed a bottle of Advil, and three of those huge lollipops. I need all the energy I can get. WHen we left I popped one into my mouth and put the other two in my pocket. When I got downstairs there were three guys in what I like to call my waiting room. Shit i left for ten fucking minutes, they need to be more careful on their ops, it is really starting to piss me off today. One of them had a bullet wound that took forever, the other guy grazed, and the third got a nasty cut on his side. I gave the instructions on how to identify an infection and how to dress their wounds. I looked at the clock and it was open for three more hours , I don't know how I'm going to survive. By the end of the day I was out of lollipops and out of patients.
When ten oclock hit I relaxed, it's ten in the night and i can't go home until my asshole of a boyfriend does. I got better hours at the rehab center. But there is no sleep for the living, my doors were flung open for the millionth time today, it was the little pervert and some of his goons.
"Oh hello Dallas, did someone shoot you for me?"
"In your dreams."
"Yes,indeed."
"Boss wants to see you."
"Ugh."
I followed the idiot upstairs to his office. The guards were asked to leave and it was just the three of us in the room, this can't be good.
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