His, and His Only

5

I don't care what he thinks he can do to me, I can jump higher than he could ever reach. I can hide in any hole I need to until he forgets about me. I can run if I need to and he'll never find me.

I need to get my mind off of this situation...

I took a deep sigh and looked down at my fabric for a few seconds. I nodded my head and walked over to my computer and turned on my favorite playlist, starting with Sugarland by Papa Mali. I walked back over to my bed and flattened out the first piece of fabric and began pinning down a pattern. I unfortunately don't have an official pattern for the dress I want to make, but I do have doodles of what I need to do to piece it all together.

After a few hours of pinning fabric, cutting out pieces, labeling them for left and right, bottom pieces, sleeves, etc. I sat down with a cup of black coffee and a cigarette outside my apartment door. With a soft yawn I got a feeling in my gut.

Something is telling me to go to work tonight, or go out but I don't think it's a good idea. Maybe I'm attracted to the possible danger that lurks that I can feel.

Fuck it, I'm not scared of him nor his little posse.

I finished my cigarette and walked back inside, I picked out a simple outfit, black skirt and black button up with a black and white brocade vest. I slipped on white fishnets and my black boots. I put on a little bit of makeup, grabbed my purse and headed out. While walking down these streets you can always feel the magic flowing through your veins. The jazz music playing through my ears, people laughing and having fun.

I smiled as I walked into the local dive bar, and ordered a tequila sunrise, I sat in the corner and sighed happily at the music, the smell of smoke filling the air, the dim lights calming me more as I sit into the cushions and look at the TV that's on. More reports of gang activity going on, they're not entirely sure who's running it all, or at least they're not saying it.

I looked away from the TV screen and looked back at my table and there was now a book in front of me. I looked up to see someone quickly walking out of the bar and they essentially ran down the street from the window view. I looked at it, Deadly Attractions.

That definitely gave me chills, my entire body is racing with immense feelings. I know this was purposefully placed here, but by whom?

I placed my glass down, grabbed the book and headed out of the bar and down where I saw the person running. I saw them walking now so I started walking after them, they took a half glance back at me and bolted off. "Mother fucker," I said under my breathe and started chasing after him, running through the crowds, past people, under sculptures.

"Excuse me! Sorry! My bad!" while slightly bowing my head as more of an apology as I ran by people and almost knocked a few drinks out of their hands. One of the biggest no no's in this city is don't spill the alcohol unless someone is dead.

He took a hard right into an alleyway so I turned into it after him and continued chasing him, "hey!" I shouted at him, he stumbled a bit but kept running, he turned another corner and then I finally got to the same corner. I ran right into someone who grabbed my hair, making me yelp slightly. I tried to use the book in my hands to slap whoever was holding onto my hair otherwise.

"Silly little rabbit," that similar low voice said, not phased by the book in any way, he knocked it out of my hand.

I froze and stared up at him, "let go of my fucking hair," I barked at him with a hard blush on my face.