After driving for a few hours we get to an abandoned looking house. I look over at Damon and he's texting on his phone. "Is this where we're staying?" I'm hoping he says no. I do not wanna stay at this creepy house. "Just until Hunter is done setting up our plan." Great. So this is where we're gonna be for who knows how long. Harper was always a wild girl, I just didn't think it would lead her to this. Damon opens his door to get out and I follow him. Entering the house surprisingly it's not as bad as the outside. "Is there even running water?" I ask
Damon turns to look at me "yes, this is an old family home. I kept it for situations like this one." Looking at each other I decide since he's actually paying attention to me I'd ask more about Harper and her appearance. "Why did Harper look so bad? Is Hunter abusing her?" I stare at him to make sure he's telling the truth. He looks away for a second and then his eyes come back to meet mine. "That's none of my business. What he does with his whores is his business." I'm taken aback from his answer. " Harper isn't a whore!" I yell at him. He doesn't even know her. She may be a dancer but she makes good money and it's a lot easier for her to afford her lifestyle. I've never judged her for it, she's a good person. " Well she dances for a living, pretty sure that's a whore." I glare at him "that doesn't mean Hunter can treat her that way!" I'm gonna get her away from this man one way or another. "Look, I just wanna get this gang off of us. Then you can go back to your prude life, kid" oh so we're doing the kid thing again. I roll my eyes and decide to move on and look around this family home of his. As I begin to walk off Damon asks where I'm going. I glance back and tell him I'm exploring. Thankfully he lets me wonder off upstairs. As I'm looking around this gloomy place filled with cobwebs I start thinking how much has happened in a short amount of time. I lost my job, found kittens, and got kidnapped. This once beautiful stranger has turned my life upside down. Then this Hunter guy.. why did he pick Harper? I mean she's beautiful but perhaps there's a hidden motive ? I bring my hands up to my face and rub it. "Ugh" there's so many questions that I need answers to. Taking another glance at the bedroom I just entered I see a family picture hanging on the wall. It's a little crooked so I walk over to straighten it. Taking a closer look I see a kid who looks similar to Damon. This must be him and his parents. There's also a little girl standing next to him. Must be his sister. I wonder if his parents know what he has become. Hearing a creek I turn around and see Damon standing in the doorway. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. " is this your family?" I point to the picture behind me. " Yup, now come with me." He turns and I follow him. We go back downstairs and he sits down at the island telling me to sit with him. He's quite for a little before he speaks. " Hunter just called. I need to leave and you're going to stay here." My eyes widen because there's no way in hell I'm staying at this creepy old house by myself. " No, I'm not staying here alone." He's crazy for thinking I'd be cool with this. " it's too dangerous for you to come with me, Rayna." He gives me a stern look. " Why? What are you going to do? Where's Harper staying?" I ask him. Why couldn't Harper be with me? He breathes in a deep breath as if he's tired of my constant questioning. "Harper is Hunters problem. I didn't ask him and we're meeting with our people to discuss our plan. Because we're going to need back up." He begins to stand up but I grab his arm to keep him sitting. " we're not done taking about this. I've been through hell these past couple of weeks and frankly I'm getting sick of your vague answers and you saying hurtful things about Harper." He stares at my hand still gripping his arm and I can tell his patience is running out. I let go of his arm as I wait for him to respond to me. He glares at me " Don't act like you're in control here. You have no idea what's going on, I'm doing you a favor, kid" this man makes my blood boil. I get up and so does he. Now we're standing face to face. Well not really because he's a foot taller than me, but that doesn't matter. "How long will you be?" I decide to step down and let him leave. Maybe somehow I can run away from this mess. He gives me a taken aback look, but quickly gives me a deadpan face again. " not any longer than two days. Just behave." He grabs his stuff and before he exits he turns around to look at me and says " oh, and don't think about leaving. My men are watching this house." He doesn't give me anytime to respond back as he slams the door.
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Life Till Death
AcciónGetting fired from my job was the worst thing I thought that could happen to me. Boy, was I wrong. This is the story of how I died, but let's start with my life first.
