what happened in a small town

part two

Small city, big country; Evil is everywhere, you just have to choose which one you can face and survive.

For one hour she rests her head with her eyes closed, neither asleep nor awake, that state that mediates the two together and makes you like an anesthetic, your consciousness is not absent but it is not completely present.
She did not feel that calm for a long time, especially since she left CaydeVillage after she finished her studies in marketing and advertising at the local town university after he persuaded her to do so because his mother would not let him go to university in another state. She could have studied at New York University or Columbia, Fordham, and two other universities she'd accepted, and now she couldn't help but think: What if one thing in her past had changed, would her future still be the same as it is now?
For a girl who opened her arms to life, she thinks she is the strongest and the smartest.

She left the house to rent two small rooms and worked in the marketing office in the book advertisements section. In a short time, she met the desired success and she was asked by a large company to announce a big wrestling match.
When did things go wrong?
She thought this was going to change her life and it did. She worked as hard as she could. She studied the category to which the advertisement should be directed from every direction. What they eat, where they watch TV, at what time, and when they sit on the Internet. She went with the photographers to meet the competitors; she wished she hadn't done that.
She met Dean and did not know him, because she could not stand that horrible combat sport. He was huge in body and coarse in features. He did not take his eyes off her after the interview. He asked her to go out with him on a date. When she thanked him and she refused, he insisted strongly, so she went with him. She was wounded and lonely and tried to build a normal life.
What she did worked, everyone was interested in the match, and Dean, the winner, did not leave her. He used to go to her work every day and try with all the kindness he knew as such a monster to make her like him, and for some reason her boss told her that she could use him to reveal the conspiracies that happened in the headquarters, and this head start will raise her shares at a fabulous speed. , and she was so stupidly ambitious and foolish as to agree.
After one of their dates, he locked her in his car and had violent sex as if she were his, or at least he tried, he wasn't gentle or even tried to look like that. He never kissed her, and she didn't leave her lips to him either, but he never once ended it, there's definitely something wrong with him but he was hiding it with all his violence. She wasn't safe from him, but in a way, she was safe. She doesn’t remember what happened next and how she moved into his apartment. Her stupid boss convinced her that there was nothing to lose or fear from him, and indeed, she became close to him to reveal these shady deals and the fake lives of Famous athletes.
But she remembers how he prevented her from working, imprisoned her, and Hired criminals to monitor her. She became living in agony and disgust. Every time he tried to do it, she shed a lot of blood and pain, until she got to know Marian and trusted her to tell her everything. As a pharmacist, she gave her a drug that saved her from his miserable and painful attempts. She planned with her the escape and helped her implement it.
She opened her eyes and wiped away a small tear that had suddenly crept out. wishing she had not gone to the capital and stayed in the small town, realizing her dream. She could have done that alongside her aunt and her friends. She could have dealt with the misfortunes of the people of the small town and the secrets that are steeped in it because she knows them, but she could not keep up with the big city alone, without experience and without someone to turn to when she needs.

"Let me guess your destination, Manhattan? Or maybe Kansas City?"
She flinched at the sound and turned her head out of the window towards it. It was coming from a young man sitting across from her. She did not notice, amid her fugue, his sitting in the opposite seat, his eyes resting on a book in his hand. He did not raise his eye towards her. Indeed, people tend to break the boredom of hours of travel alone by talking, not harassing or flirting very often.
“No, wrong guess.” the words caught his attention, and he raised his green eyes toward her. “A little further, I'm going to CaydeVillage.”
"Oh, the same town I'm headed to." He rested his wrist on the edge of the book, which he had propped up at his feet. "I thought you were more of a city girl than a small-town girl. Are you going on a quiet vacation?"
She narrowed her eyes trying to figure out what he wanted, crossed one leg over the other, and relaxed in her seat, examining him. "It's the town I grew up in."
"You grew up in it, which means that it is not your birthplace, which means that there is still a possibility that you are a city girl." He seemed more interested in validating the reasons for his guess than in trying to open a conversation to break his loneliness.
"Oh my God, what is this? Are you a private investigator?" she said to irony his way of talking.
He examined her politely. It was a tall young man of undeniable handsomeness, white with thick blond hair pulled into a little bun on the top of his head, his eyes dark green like grass after a rainy morning, his eyes burning with intelligently No one could fail to notice it.
"Kind of." He said it with a mysterious smile.
“What would -kind of- detective do in CaydeVillage?” she smartly turns the conversation to him. “CaydeVillage has its secrets and some bad people, But it does not come to –kind of- private detective."
"Smart sarcasm, very well," he liked her attempt, she's smart and he admits it. “You never know who did what,” he shrugged with a smile and a wink. "Maybe I'll run into you in town and you'll know then."
“Well, Miss Marple, from Crime in the Village.” She said it about Agatha Christie's detective novel. "I don't want to know anything, I have enough in my life and I don't want to know anything about crimes."
He shared a laugh with her, followed by a minute of silence, after which he said seriously. "You're running away to your old town."
It wasn't a question, it was a confident conclusion, she didn't argue with it, she didn't refute it, and she didn't confirm it. "Aren't we all running away?" Her eyes wandered to an imaginary point on the floor of the train. "I don't buy the idea that you're going to CaydeVillage to solve some kind of crime because you're kind of a smart detective, because there's a lot of crime in the big city you're coming from," she rolled her eyes back at him. "You're also running away from the big city, maybe from something or someone, or maybe you hunt something is driving you from city to city and you're walking with it because it gives you a chance to escape," she sighed with a confident smile that didn't reach her eyes. "We all run away for different reasons."
There was a long silence between their eyes, followed by a nod from him. "Charles Philip." She, bowing her head, introduces her name. "I am a quiet traveler. I can share silence with you just for a travel company."