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37 - Bar Fight

VALENTINA'S POV

He is probably awake right now.

I had just booked a two-night stay at a motel in a small town, and even though it looks ancient and as if the building was about to crumble, it felt amazing to be surrounded by other people, strangers now.

No one's eyes were all over me as I walked downtown from the motel and tried food from the local bakery, making a friendly conversation with anyone I could- they didn't know a single thing about me and nor did I about them.
But there was a pit in my stomach, I would stay but I knew that he would figure that I found out about his affair sooner or later and come after me as quickly as possible, probably whilst I'm in this town.

And I needed to be prepared for anything.

When I escaped, I took a few knives and one gun with me, just until I could get my own. With the money that I stole, I'd already spent some of them on this motel stay and a bus ride that leaves soon enough.

For now, I could just enjoy my time here, in this crusty motel room.

I twirled the stolen black pen in my hand, some ink smudging on my hand in the process. I furrowed my eyebrows and thinned my lips, pictures of him kneading through my mind.

What if he did manage to bring me back? How would I face him?

Shudders ran through my spine at the thought, and I immediately closed my eyes trying to fall asleep.

Only a few more days and I would be free of him, hopefully forever.

-

It was my last night here and I was at the pub to celebrate it. I only asked for a beer, not wanting to get drunk and have a hangover on the bus trip.

All of it was so surreal, playing pool and darts, chatting with random strangers like we had known each other for years. Everyone was nice to each other since everyone in the town knew each other and it seemed lovely.

It felt like I was leading a new life, with no strict mother hovering over my shoulder all the time and no overprotective criminal breathing down my neck every second.
It was a breath of fresh air.

Except, I know that if I didn't want to be found, then I would have to travel to a big city, then it would be harder to track me, although, I'm surprised that I haven't seen any of Francis's goons.

But they could be in disguise.

I sighed to myself and rubbed my temples as I thought about all the possibilities. I was going to end up overthinking about this and become paranoid.

Just as my mind was about to become another whirlwind, I froze as I saw a suited man standing in the corner, his eyes drew a bit too close to mine for comfort.

I got out of my seat to go but was stopped by a hand catching my wrist from another table. Another suited man. My breath hitched and I yanked my arm from his grip which only made him stand up in front of me.

Looking around the bar, there were more of them coming into view and approaching me, I couldn't approach them as I normally would, but I knew there was one thing that could get a bar going.

"I am not going back," I utter and punch him in the face and push him into a table, breaking it in the process and spilling drinks all over him. As I'm about to step back my arms are pinned behind my back, but I use my feet to kick whoever's behind me and ended up hitting him in the groin making him let me go. It gives me the time to hit him with the empty beer bottle in my hand, making it shatter over his head.