Leaving Las Vegas (h.s)

deux

THE WEEK went by. Blue continued to dance, envisioning the green eyes in her mind as she spun around the pole.

She had not spoken nor seen Harry since the incident. She felt embarrassed and ashamed to text him after he had seen her so vulnerable. She wanted to portray herself as a strong woman who could defend herself. Instead she was so submissive. Perhaps Harry would see her the way she saw herself, sad and pathetic.

Blue had never been good with confrontation. She would rather swallow her words than stir up any unnecessary drama.

"Blue? Are you sure you're okay to dance mija? John isn't here but his friends are," Angie spoke as Blue finished applying her lipstick. She wore Ruby red lipstick from Mac, a way to signal her energy.

Angie was like a mother to Blue. She was her purple. The mixture of her two personas, someone she looked up to. Angie had a husband and three kids, her husband always coming by after her shift with roses and a kiss for working so hard. It was a beautiful sight to see. Love at its purest form.

"I'm okay Angie. I'm thankful Harry saved me," Blue said, hardly containing the smile that tugged at her lips when she mentioned his name.

"Harry sounds like an amazing gentleman. I hope he comes back," Angie whispers as she massages Blue's shoulders as a way to soothe her mind. Blue smiles and nods. Angie kisses her forehead and walks out the door, leaving Blue alone with her thoughts.

Would Harry ever come back? Does Harry even think about her? Does he still see her the way he did when he first laid eyes on her?

These thoughts preoccupied her mind until it was time to go. Liam, the security guard, was walking Blue to her car. Blue has known Liam since she first started at Mahogany Nights. He was a sweet man who wanted to keep all the girls safe. He was apologizing profusely for leaving early last Friday night.

"Liam please, it's okay. It's never your fault."

"I know Blue but doesn't mean I should have left you despite the circumstances."

Liam had an important job to do that he remains secretive about. For knowing Liam for a year, Blue did not know much about him or his hobbies outside of working.

As they approached her car, Blue could see the silhouette of a curly haired man. He looked as handsome as he did when they first met. As he turned to face her, his eyes soften. Blue could see the cut on his eyebrow. It was not there before.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Liam asked as Blue looked between the two. They know each other?

"We'll talk later Liam, Blue's with me."

Liam waved goodbye to Blue and walked away. Liam was never the type to listen to orders, especially from a stranger. Blue wanted to ask questions and decided against it. It wasn't her place, not yet anyways.

"Hi Harry, it's nice to see you again," Blue was practically over the moon staring at this beautiful man who was there just for her.

"Hello beautiful, you haven't called. I got worried. Wanted to check up on you myself," he spoke with such a stern tone that made Blue's legs shake.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy. I'm okay though, no need to worry," she spoke with honestly.

"Come with me then."

•••

It was 4 AM. Blue was having the time of her life, her head sticking out the window of Harry's car as they drove around.

She was a bit tipsy and filled with happiness as Harry watched her. Harry was driving them to his home. He wanted to feel Blue, touch her soft skin. He wanted to see how his hand would look around her neck while her mouth hung open with pleasure.

But he knew he couldn't, he wanted to savor Blue. She was his pureness in this fucked up world. His escape from reality.

They pulled up to a red light. Blue stuck her head back inside, feeling the coldness nip at her exposed skin. She smiled at Harry, unaware of the men who pulled up next to them.

Harry was intoxicated with that smile. He barely met this girl yet he was obsessed with her. She was the definition of prefect. He needed her in his life. But then again, he didn't want her to get entangled in his life.

Harry caught eyes with one of the men, he was wearing a ski mask with a gun pointed at him. His eyes widen and without a second thought, he floored the vehicle, yelling at Blue to put her head down.

Blue took a while to register what Harry had said before her head was shoved down by his hand. The sound of bullets ricocheting off the sides of his car filled her ears as he sped through the night. Tears instantly sprung at her eyes, stinging and aching to come out. Harry continued driving until the gunshots stopped.

The pressure of his hand lifted off her head and she allowed herself to look at him again. She looked around the car interior, not one bullet had made it through. Four guys were shooting yet nothing came inside.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Blue," Harry spoke, a vein popping onto his forehead as his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel too tight. Blue was sober now, the effects of the alcohol gone from her system.

"Why are they trying to kill you Harry?" Blue yelped out, her voice breaking at the end. Who could want to hurt Harry?

"Listen, there's things you don't know. I can't tell you now."

"We almost get us fucking killed yet I'm not allowed to know why?" Blue was getting angry. How dare he.

"Blue you don't fucking know me. Why would I tell you my fucking life story?"

"I almost got shot because of you. I deserve an explanation of some sort at least. Who the fuck just shoots at random people for no reason?"

"It's fucking Vegas baby, I think it's allowed to happen," Harry yelled. His eyes were dark, darker than the color of pine leaves. Blue was nervous and scared. She felt strong for yelling but now, she felt herself return to her submissive and scared self.

Harry stops the car and she realizes they are at a house. Not just any house. It's a mansion. A beautiful fountain spilts the driveway. Many cars are parked outside. Harry opens the car door for her and sticks his hand out, almost forgetting that he just yelled at her.

Blue hesitantly takes it. Afraid of what he could do if he didn't. As he walks her to the steps of his house, she turns around to observe the car.

The once white exterior of the car was covered in bullets yet not one pierced through. Blue began to think of explanations since Harry was surely not going to give her one.

Why would Harry need a bulletproof car?