KRISTY The shit also happens to the stars

Leave for dead !

I got behind the wheel, driving clears my head.  The way back was faster than the outward journey.  In particular, because we used GPS from the start from La Paz.  We drove almost without a break, just enough time to change drivers and take a pee break, the legend is true!

I drop Frederique and Joana at their place.  I suggest that Thelma go for a drink before going home.  She is sarcastic:

- Careful, we could be seen!
- You've finished ?
- Yes, I know a trendy club.  There is even a parking lot 300 meters from it, a rare thing in Los Angeles ..... There, take a right!

She shows me the way to the parking lot.  Finding a parking space there turns out to be a miracle, especially at this time of day at nightfall.  We go around in circles for a good five minutes before finding where to park.  A vehicle frees its place, we take the opportunity to sneak before it is taken by storm.

The street is not very well lit.  You have to be careful where you put your feet.  You can hardly make out the faces of the people you meet.

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The front of the club gives a taste of the atmosphere that reigns there inside, it is very colorful and bright.  The facade is painted in gold color with matte black frames.  From the outside, you can see the revelers chatting and joking over a drink.  The bay window is open to the entire facade, so that you can imagine yourself inside even before entering.  You can hear the laughter and the excitement that reigns there.  A multitude of floor lamps of different sizes cover the ceiling.

We make our way between the tables and end up at the bar, stuck between a crazy guy bundled up in his hood and the kitchen door.

- Ladies, what can I serve you?

I place the order, the bartender serves us our glasses and when it's time to pay:

- My wallet, I forgot it in the car!
- Leave it, I'll settle it.
- No, I'll get her, the car isn't far.  My phone is in there and I promised Christopher that I would call him when I got back to make a date.
- Ok, I'll wait for you here, come back quickly!

Thelma grabs me by the neck and kisses me with passion and insatiability as if it was the last time.

- Well, I thought I couldn't breathe.
- Don't delay, ok!

I get up from the stool and kiss him tenderly in my turn.

- I won't have long.

I leave the club in a hurry.  I admit that I am not very bold.  The night is very dark tonight, which makes the street completely dark.  I have to wait until my eyes get used to the dark.  I turn to the club and watch Thelma tap her cell phone.  If only she knew how much I care about her.  She is so beautiful with her hair in a bun.  Usually, she lets her square hair fall naturally to the back of her neck.  Having freed it makes him move his pointed nose forward.  It gives it a little playful side, too cute!

I walk cautiously towards the parking lot.  The deserted street lined with alleys, each more creepy than the next.  I think I hear footsteps behind me.  I stop without looking back and listen for a few seconds before leaving, I must have been dreaming!  A moment later, footsteps are heard again.  This time, I turn around instantly.  I squint to see my surroundings better.  I watch carefully but still nothing.  I start to be afraid, I accelerate the pace at the risk of tripping against a curb.  The noise amplifies and approaches dangerously, I accelerate again!  I no longer dare to turn around, quickly protect myself in the passenger compartment of the vehicle.

Too late !

I feel a pressure against my spine which makes me lose my balance.  I barely catch up with him so as not to fall.  I start running in vain to escape the inevitable.  A strong, firm hand grips the top in my back.  She lifts me up and takes me off the ground to land me two meters further at the entrance of an alley.  My face scrapes the tar.  I lean on both hands to get up.  I see drops of blood falling on the sidewalk.  One foot presses my head face down, preventing me from breathing properly.  I struggle as best I can to free myself.  The hand lifts me again, I find myself on all fours.  No time to breathe, I take a masterful kick in the abdomen.  I landed sitting with my back pressed against the alley wall.  A throbbing pain spreads through my stomach.  He walks towards me with a threatening gaze.  He crouches in front of me, I can't make out his face.  He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

- So like that, we like to shovel girls!

He is still pulling my hair and staring at me considerately.

- Wait, I recognize you!  You are that actress, I saw you in that movie, haaa what's his name again?
I can not believe !  I caught a lesbian celebrity.  I bet I'm the pioneer of this discovery.  You're going to morfler for all those lickers like you.  It's your sentence for sinning.  You will serve as an example, it will help you find your way back to good morals!

He begins to chuckle with a laugh similar to the Joker.  Then stops dead ...

A wave of blows fell on me.  Punches, kicks, I don't know how to try to protect myself a minimum.  When I put my hands on my head, my stomach takes a hit.  When I put them on my stomach my arms and legs are taken by storm.  It hurts so much all over that I can't feel my body anymore.  This furious madman overwhelms me with hatred like a punching bag.  His strength seems to gain momentum with every blow.  By dint of suffering, my head begins to spin.  My right leg is the limb most exposed to the blow.  A fatal blow to my leg cracks it and makes me moan.  A second blow to the head and my eyesight is blurred, I gradually fly into the darkness.  The last thing I see before I pass out is my blood squirting on the sidewalk.

I lost consciousness and yet that did not prevent him from continuing to hit me.  He has only one idea in mind, to kill me!

At the same time, in my forgotten pocket on the back shelf of the car, my phone starts to vibrate.  Christopher grows impatient: "Kristy, have you forgotten me?"  Too busy cooing with your beautiful!  Think of me, kisses ".
I am still unconscious, I no longer feel any blow to me nor any pain as sharp as it is.  A client of the club who came out to smoke his cigarette heard my cry of pain.  He approached a few meters.

- And you, what do you do ?

The guy finally stops pounding me.  He lets go of me and turns around.  At the sight of the client, he takes the time to spit on me and runs off to disappear into the night.

Thelma is seriously starting to worry.  I should have been back to the club by the time I went to get my cover.  She pays the order and decides to find me, hoping that nothing has happened to me.

The client has walked the last few meters that separate us from each other.  He kneels in front of my inert body.

- Help, quickly call for help!

He tries to revive me, to no avail.