Landmine - Post Malone

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Dillon checks the address on the paper again and then stares out of her windscreen. This can't be right. It's a bar. But this is the only lead she has right now so she takes a deep breath and opens her car door. Looking around she has chased another dead end. Why would her sister be here? This town is in the middle of fucking nowhere. In fucking Utah of all places. The town is so small she only counted ten houses, one supermarket and this bar. The bar however is very busy, everyone from Utah looks like they are here and they are all drunk if the guys stumbling out of the bar are anything to go by. This is just not a place that her sister would find herself. But, then again, it's been two years since she has seen or heard from her sister. Maybe this is exactly the type of place she would be now.

When she walks into the bar it's dark and smoky. Country music is blasting from the back with bargoers hanging over each other as they sway to the music, people are playing pool or darts and there is not an empty seat at the bar. Every stool has a drunk asshole slouched over it. The bar smells like a mix of beer, vomit and horses. "What can I get you miss?" the bartender shouts over the loud drunken hum. Dillon pulls a photo of her sister out of her bag and holds it up for the bartender to see. "Has she been here before?" Dillon asks. The bartender leans over and looks at the photo, her eyes shifting to the back of the bar quickly then she leans back and shakes her head.

The bartender is hiding something. Dillon looks in the direction the bartender's eyes had shifted and sees a group of men playing pool. They all look shady as fuck. "Miss, Luke is not someone you want to play with," the bartender warns. That settles it. Luke is the one she needs to speak to. So she heads straight for the group of shady men. She picks out the biggest nastiest nastiest-looking one and plants herself at his side. "Are you Luke?" she asks. He looks her up and down, his eyes making her skin crawl. "Maybe, what's it to ya?" he asks with a shrug then leans over the pool table. "Do you know this woman?" she asks shoving her sister's photo in front of his face just as he was about to take his shot. Luke holds still and looks at the photo then stands up slowly and leans over Dillon. His face now set in a scowl. "Who is she to you?" he asks, it comes out in a snarl and makes Dillon's body shake but she hides her fear. She has done this for a long time and met some really scary men along the way - this is just another asshole. "She is my sister," Dillon says with her shoulders squared.

Her revelation seems to have shaken Luke for a second and he looks over his shoulder at the men behind him. When he looks back at her his eyes are dead and he shakes his head. "I don't know her, fuck off," he says then turns away and leans over the pool table to take his shot again. "I think you do," Dillon accuses him, grabbing his shoulder. In seconds Luke stands and backhands her in process. She goes flying off her feet and lands a few meters away. Her head is spinning and she tastes blood in her mouth. She groans on the floor for a second then grabs hold of a pole and pulls herself up. She fully intends on not backing down and getting answers from Luke. His reaction solidifies that he knows something and she wants answers.

"Fuck off now, you have had your warning," Luke warns her. She wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and looks at him. "I am not going anywhere. You know something," she says holding up the picture of her sister for him to see, her hand shaking. "I want answers and you are going to give them to me," she says swallowing the lump in her throat. She is scared, but she will not walk away.

"The only thing you are going to get from me is a fucked up face."

"Fine. But, tell me where my sister is while you fuck my face up. I will not leave until I get answers," she says trying her best to keep her demeanour and not crumble in fear. The whole bar is watching now and not one person has stepped in to help. She is on her own. Luke stares at her in shock then starts laughing. He turns to face the men behind him who all look a little worried then turns back to her, his laugh cutting off and his face turning back into a nasty twisted scowl. "You stupid bitch," he says stalking up to her, he scares the fuck out of her and instinct has her putting her hands out for protection as she backs up. But, Luke is triple her size so she is no match for him as he grabs her by the front of her shirt, lifting her off her feet and smashing his fist into her face. Her head flies back and she hears the sound of her nose breaking, pain shooting through her body.