Page 12 of A Dangerous Game
It's been a long three years on my own but I have done it. I refuse to let him think I need him. I refuse to crawl back with my tail between my legs.
Fuck that.
I round the corner to run down the busy downtown streets. I like running down this trail because a lot of people are getting out of work and not paying attention to me. I rarely ever get noticed but when I do, I get all awkward. I have to play a role of being the flirty one.
Sign tits and let them think they have a chance with me.
Rolling my neck, I stretch it out as much as I can. I run harder than before. I’m anxious and there’s only one way to get rid of the nerves. Either run or drink.
I haven’t picked up a drink in over a year. And I don’t want to. Not after what happened last time.
Pushing harder than before, I feel myself hitting the proverbial wall and my breathing starts to come in puffs. Gasping, I try to push through the wall but nothing is working. Finally, I give in and stop at the corner of the brick building by my house. After making sure that I’m not sticking my hand on anything sharp, I place my hand on the wall to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I mumble under my breath.
The hot air is sticking to my body making me feel hotter than before. Not hot in a good way, either. Hot in the sense that I need a shower ASAP.
“Ahem,” someone coughs from behind me.
Spinning on my feet about to apologize if I just stopped in front of them, I notice that no one is directly behind me. The buzzing of the cars is loud but not as loud as my beating heart. I can hear my blood pulsing through out my ears.
God damn it! Thorn has got me all paranoid and now I’m going to think I’m being followed or some shit.
Rolling my neck again, I turn back to the way I was standing before I got freaked out over nothing. Damn it. I’m like one of those scaredy cats now.
I pull out my phone to see if anyone has called me. Primarily, Thorn. I’m wondering if he’s going to push his insistence on me and now I’m a paranoid freak.
The insides of my thighs begins to burn from the rigorous filming and now the run but I walk home instead of running.
“Ahem.”
All right. I know I heard it this time. Turning my head, I’m ready to confront whomever is coughing behind me. “What the hell?” I mumble under my breath when I see a flash of blonde hair go behind the wall of a building. “Is someone there?”
“What’s her problem?” Someone asks another person while they walk past me.
What the fuck?
Screw my burning thighs, I run a fast clip back to my house. I’m eager to get out of the cesspool of downtown. It’s obvious that I have lost my fucking mind.
I round the corner and see my house up ahead. I run harder and faster until I pass through the gate. Finally!
My house looks like an old victorian which is why I bought it. I wanted something that looked normal. I grew up in and out of the clubhouse around bikers and a bevy of boobs in pussy. Come to think about it, it's no wonder I became a porn star.
“If you leave here, Sinclair, you’re done. I swear to fuckin’ god! There’s no way I’m allowing my daughter to disrespect me like this!” My dad yells at me as I pack my room at the clubhouse.
I need to pack and get the hell out of here. There’s no way in hell that I want to stay in here longer than I need to. Pride won't allow me to tell him I'm afraid of being on my own.
“Fine!” I holler back at him while I push past him. “Fine! James and I will be fine without you!” I yell at him from over my shoulder. I need to get to James and make sure he’s ready to leave.
A thick hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. “You’re not fuckin’ leavin’ with Hulk. Hulk ain’t goin’ anywhere!”
“Yes! He is. He’s leaving with me and we’re going to be fine.” Secretly, I have no idea how we’re going to be but I’m hoping things are going to work out. I’m hoping we have the strength to make it through everything. Especially being away from the reach of the club.
The brothers stop and stare at me but I don’t say anything to them as I pull my suitcase behind me and I march straight to James’ room. “James! Are you ready?” I beg. I need to get out of here.
“Oh shit!” He mutters behind the door.
I take that as my invitation and push open the door. “James? We need to leave,” I demand but what I see is enough to make me want to throw up. “You have got to be kidding me!”
