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24. guts

farrah's pov

it was a fairly regular friday night at work. it was busy. hundreds of people had been in and out since the start of my shift.

willow and i were doing our set together, it was always a cash grabber.

i noticed a man walking along the back wall, he had his hood up but his shaggy brown hair spilled out of it. i instantly had the chills, something was creepy about him, and i didnt even see his face.

i directed my focus back to what i was doing, willow and i loved on each other a little. i couldn't stop looking out of the corner of my eye for him.

there was a fair amount of gross guys that came in, average sleazebags. i just couldn't focus with this guy in the building.

"you good?" willow whispered to me for a quick moment when we weren't facing the crowd.

"yeah" i said quickly.

the guy walked through the crowd, slowly. stopping when he got to the middle.

he looked up, and i froze. his eyes were like lasers glaring through me. chris.

what was he doing here? why was he here? how did he know i was here? who let him in? he was on a strict "no" list. i added him to mine just in case.

i was frozen on the stage like a deer in the headlights. willow approached me, putting her hand on my arm. "what's wrong? you good?" she asked, i didn't have time to answer before she clued in, noticing chris just shortly after me.

"go" she said, walking me off the stage.

i was hardly on the other side of the door before it felt like all of the air had left my lungs. i couldn't breathe, a panic attack fully consuming me.

"hey, diamond, you're okay. what's going on?" anthony, one of the security guards asked. he crouched down beside me.

"my ex-my ex- is here" i stuttered "get him out please" i cried.

"willow was already on it, she sent lucian for him" he told me

"is he gone? how'd he get in?" i asked. "he should be" anthony said

"is he out?" he spoke into his radio

"yep. all good" someone said from the other side.

"i'm sorry d, we had tommy at the door tonight, he's still really new" he apologized.

"it's okay" i said. he was new, i understand. plus he looks pretty different from the photo i gave them. it was just a lot of unneeded anxiety

i still have no idea why he was here, or if he knew i was going to be here? maybe it was just a coincidence? i could only hope.

"i think im just going to go home for the night" i told him, i couldn't continue the night like this.

"whatever you need to do, do you want me to walk you out to the car?" he asked. "thanks, tony, it's good though, im parked just out the back door" i didn't want to hold him up from whatever he was doing inside the club.

i got changed back into my sweats and slides. i packed up my bag and headed to the car to get home. i just wanted to get home.

my car lights blinked when i unlocked it, it was only about fifteen feet from the back door.

as soon as the door shut, someone grab my wirst and i screamed.

it was him. fuck. why didn't i let anthony just bring me.

"anthony!" i screamed as loud as i could, hoping he was still close enough to the door to hear, but no one came.

"what do you want?" i said, breathing heavily. he had be backed into a corner now.

"i see you're still being a fucking whore for a living?" he asked. his voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me.

"what do you want?" i asked again, trying to get him off of me.

he resisted, holding onto me even tighter.

"i want you to know that im back. this time im not going anywhere" he threatened

"what do you mean? what do you want with me?" i asked through tears.

"do you know what everyone thought about me when they found out my girlfriend was a filthy fucking whore? after what you told everyone about me?" he screamed.

"i told them the truth! you're a monster of a person" i had no idea what he was talking about really.

"watch your fucking back farrah" he grumbled, finally letting me go. he turned, and walked off like nothing happened.

i ran to my car, locking myself in it as quickly as i could.

i sat frozen, i had no idea what to do.

all i could think to do was call gus

the call rang through to his voicemail, i called him back again

"pick up please" i begged

on the fourth ring the call connected "hey baby, sorry i was ju-" he said but i interrupted "gus" was all i could choke out through my tears.

"baby what's wrong?" he asked, "he-he was here" i stammered

"who? what's going on farrah?" he asked

"chris" i said

"who's chris?" he asked, i realized i never really told him his name, just about him.

"my ex" i said, "like the one who hit you?" he asked

"yeah" i sniffled through the phone "he came into the club and then security took him out but i went to leave and he was waiting out back and he grabbed me and cornered me and gus- im so scared can you please just come here" i asked

"im in the car baby, im on my way" he said. i felt like i could breathe again for a second.

i tried to just breathe, waiting in my car.

it only took gus about 10 minutes to get to me from wherever he was, his white beamer coming to a screeching stop as he pulled into the parking lot.

i got out of the car and ran to him, he pulled me into a tight hug. i finally felt safe.

"i'm gonna kill that motherfucker. i'll fucking gut him" he said, stroking my hair with one hand.