Page 31 of Red Snow
“Of course I’m okay,” I tell her, but she’s already starting to get off of me. “No, no, I’m fine. It’s just been a long day is all. Come on, come back. I’ve got another twenty right here for you.”
Britney looks annoyed and scared as she looks down at me. I don’t like the way she’s staring at me as she inches her way towards the edge of the booth.
“Umm, I’ve got to make my way around, but I’ll come back once you get yourself together, okay?” she says as she steps out of the booth and walks away without giving me a chance to reply.
“Fuck!” I hear myself snap, grabbing the attention of the guy in the booth next to me. He sees the look on my face and quickly turns away.
Her stage name is Bedazzle. Her hair looks just like hers. Her real name is fucking Britney. She’s everything I love and hate. Everything.
Mother.
I have to now. That’s all there is to it.
The way she looked at me was so familiar, especially with that hair on her head. She looked at me like she was disgusted simply because I displayed some emotion. Of course she did, because that’s the way women like her look at men like me. Fucking cunt!
I look down at my watch. It’s two in the morning. Alaskan Bush Company closes at three.
I grab my jacket off the seat and exit the booth, making sure to keep my head down as I walk past the bar, through the crowds and out of the club.
Four in the morning, and the back parking lot is almost completely empty. I watched all the patrons leave right at three, then the strippers and bouncers started coming out about forty-five minutes later, but not Britney.
The parking lot behind Alaskan Bush Company isn’t very well lit, which is perfect. In all honesty, I’m actually glad Britney has taken so long to come out, because now the parking lot only has a couple of cars in it, so there won’t be many people around when she comes out. I’m growing impatient though.
I see the back door open again, and this time another stripper comes out, but not Britney. This one is a tall blonde who looks like she’s ready to fall down any minute now. She’s obviously been drinking, but she sure is about to get in that car and drive off. Ridiculous. Even if she gets pulled over, she’ll just flash her perfectly plump tits at the cop, and he’ll let her go. I fucking hate that kind of crap. It’s like all my life I’ve been surrounded by fucking cunts.
I watch the tipsy blonde walk to her car and open her door, and just as she does, Britney exits the club. She’s all covered up now, wearing a thick jacket with fur around the collar. I drop down in my seat as she waves at the blonde and says goodbye to her. The blonde waves back, and I start to feel worried that the blonde might ruin this plan.
Britney walks to her truck, which is only three cars away from me, and just when I think I might have to abort, the blonde closes the door to her car and drives away. Britney is left in the dark by herself, but she doesn’t know she isn’t alone.
She opens the door to her red Ford F-150 at the same time I open the door to my truck. I don’t close my door because I don’t want to her hear it, and I walk as quietly as possible on the dirty snow. I watch her toss her purse onto the passenger seat and sit down on the driver’s side. Just as she goes to close the door, I speed up my steps and grab the door just before she can slam it. She actually reacts pretty slowly, which works out perfect for me because it gives me plenty of time to reach back and ball my fist. She looks at me before it happens, but her brain doesn’t have time to register fear before my fist collides with her face. I hear a loud thud and feel a sharp pain shoot up through my arm from the impact. Britney doesn’t make a peep, she just falls backwards, her body leaning back on the middle console.
Now for phase two. I push Britney’s body into the truck so that she’s in the passenger’s seat, right on top of her purse, then I walk back to my truck and close the door as quietly as possible, making sure to lock it before finally walking back over to Britney’s truck and climbing into the driver’s seat. I find her keys sitting right on top of the floor mat, and use them to start up the truck. I don’t want to be in my mother’s house right now, so I decide I’ll go somewhere else with her.
It all worked out. Her name’s Britney.
