Her name was Jenna. Jenna Bakers. She didn't have a normal childhood like 90% of her friends did. Since as a young girl she had to learn how to survive in the streets. In the Latino ghetto she lived in she learned a lot, steal, lie and break many he...
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One and a half months had already passed since the interaction between her and Micheal. In the meantime time she bought herself a nice and small house, somewhere outside the city but still with a rich looking neighbourhood. All her money was stored in a safe somewhere locked up in her bedroom, every dollar was saved in there. Every.
Opening her eyes after the hangover from last night she let out a big, tiring yawn while stretching herself. Confused about what happened last night she looked around, finding herself lying on the icy cold floor with the non rolled out carpet, that she had bought a few days ago, pillowing her head. »ugh...«, she whispered with a little scratch in her voice, blinking twice to figure out what had happened last night. Forcing herself to sit right up she looked out of the big window that was leading to the balcony. The sun shined directly onto her face, making her jerk off from the sudden eye blinding environment. »fuck!«, Jenna hissed trying to adjust the light with watery eyes and slowly approaching the balcony and opening the window looking door, so the awful smell of alcohol and grass could disappear. She now stood in front of the veranda, looking around if anything unusual was happening in her neighbourhood.
»not this car again...«, she mumbled to herself, stalking the car from her house. Jenna assumed it could be her neighbours car or something like that but the thing is... the dude in the red truck wouldn't leave his car once. He probably had a piss can somewhere in that car at some point. She realised that he would only appear at nighttime and fuck off when the sun rose but this time she guessed she woke up sooner than him.
Trying to adapt his face her eyebrows went up, in an amused and also kind of shocking way, but her face still remained a serious expression. She noticed that he was sleeping. Without thinking twice she distanced herself from the window, going directly to the kitchen's cupboards, digging trough the few kitchen utensils as she grabbed the gun out that she had hidden there... for whatever reason. Hiding the gun into her jeans she ran down the stairs, ripping open the door and stomping outside with big steps. »let's see who the fucker is.«, she slightly grinned to herself already planning her next moves she's going to pull off to scare away her probably stalker.
»Yo man! Do you live in you car? Hm?«, she spoke, hopping over the door into the truck. The man inside the car quickly reacted, surprised by her sudden appearance in his car. Before he could do anything she pulled out her gun, pointing it at him. »tsk tsk. Be a good boy and let us settle it like adults.«, she grinned, nodding with her weaponed hand to his gun grabbing much bigger hand, signalling him to just let it be. He chuckled, letting the gun get covered up by his pants again. »now I see what he meat by that.«, he said entertained in a tired and raspy voice still with a hint of excitement and amusement, inspecting her whole body from up to down. He stopped at her boobs, staring at them for a little longer. Jenna rattled with her gun to turn his attention back to her angry looking face. »eyes up here buddy. who do you work for you asshole?«, she spat out, lowering the gun down. To his crotch.
His eyes moved with the gun only to switch his gaze back to her with a wide grin on his face. »uhhhh~ a feisty gal I see... I work for the international police obviously.« he joked, badly. Grinding her teeth in annoyance she placed the gun directly onto his balls, pressing hard enough to make him complain. »ugh fuck. You better release my balls before they turn blue, you cunt.« »I asked politely once and I won't do it again. So?... who do you work for?«, she asked again, watching his slight trembling closely. He smirked. »No one...«, he spoke calmly, trying to act mysterious.
She watched him, waiting for more to come out of him. Before she could even act he grabbed her by her wrist, pointing the gun down into his seat, instinctively she shot making the car vibrate a little by the sudden bang. Now there was a hole in his seat. Right between his legs. She gasped, looking back up to him. He grinned like some crazy man and hit his head against hers to make her fall back into the seat. Not even seconds later she felt the world slowly turn black, making her groan in pain.
»thought you did something with your big pussy attitude huh?«, he whispered into her face before snatching the gun out of her hand while turning the engine or the red, dried mud covered car on.
