Master

Resting In Peace

After storming out of the closet on Hank, I decided just to go straight home. I was exhausted from the fight and now my torso hurt even more. I was also frustrated. Why couldn't Hank be a man sometimes? He needs to get off his butt and help me every once and a while! I can't be the one to protect him all the time! It causes me too much pain. Literally.

 On the walk back to my car, car headlights flashed across my face, then parking almost across from where my car was. A man stepped out, almost as tall and muscular as the man I beat up half an hour ago, except this time, he had a scar across his left cheek, deep and red, almost as if it was fresh. He stepped out of his car and went across the street to the ally way where another man waited.

"Did you get her?" the man asked in a rough cores voice but small as if he was younger.

 "I tried, but she was as good as last night." the other man answered.

 "You assured me that she would be disposed of if I sent you after her." the man with the scar reminded the other man.

 "I know, I'm sorry. I was just still a bit in pain because of last night and-"

 "I don't want excuses. You failed at your mission."

 "I know. I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Just tell me Job. Did it end quickly or was it like last night."

OK, this guy was smart.

"It ended quickly." the man named Job answered quietly and shamefully.

 As the two men stepped out from the dark ally, I caught a glimpse of the second man, who was being reprehended. It was the same man that I took care of at the bar...

And then it dawned on me.

They were talking about me.

 ***

 I swear I almost ran into twelve cars on my way home, I was so shaken up. Why did they want me dead?! What did they have against me? I am nothing special!

 Am I?

 My hands where shaking so much I couldn't keep control of the steering wheel. I probably had gotten many horns honked at me as I almost swerved into another lane as I kept in deep in thought.

 There are people out there who wanted to kill me. Why? I have hardly any money. I mean I live in a shack like apartment, that is pretty much only still standing because of the duct tape that I stuck everywhere. What was it that they wanted from me?

I needed to find out a way to get more information...

And that's when I had an idea.

***

"Hello, you've reached Maya Kelly. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but leave your name and number and if I'm feeling nice, I might just call you back. Don't get your hopes up."

BEEP

"Maya, it's Juliet. Uh, yeah I need your help pretty badly actually. I know I haven't called in a really long time. I'm sorry. But please give me a call back. Thanks."

As I hung up the phone, I noticed I had a headache.

Maya used to be my best friend when we where kids. But when my parents died, I didn't want anyone near me so I pushed Maya away. But Maya was just like me in many ways. Her parents soon died after mine and she started to do the things I did to fend for myself. The last time I talked to her she told me that her parents had died in a mysterious camping accident and because of that she had to lie about her age to get a job just like me. She was alone. Just like me. I had a strange thought that Maya was in the same kind of trouble I was in. I thought maybe she could help me out.

I didn't get a phone call back until late that night.

RING! RING! RING!

"Hello? Juliet?"

"Maya! Oh my god am I glad to hear your voice!"

"Yeah same. Now what was it you needed to talk to me about? I was getting worried over here. You never call, jerk."

"Yeah I know, I'm sorry. I"m just out of options here and-"

"Oh well that makes me feel good. It's only when your out of options do you call. Jerk."

"OK, I said that wrong. I'm in trouble. Can we meet at the Sundown Cafe tomorrow for breakfast before I have to go to work so I can tell you what's going on?"

"Yeah sure whatever. What time? I've got work pretty early tomorrow. I start at nine. And what kind of trouble?"

"How about seven-thirty? And I'll  tell you when I see you tomorrow."

"Yeah sounds good. And please Juliet, promise me I won't be disappointed because I'm telling you right now, if it sucks and I'm disappointed, I'm gonna kill you."

"Oh you won't be disappointed. I promise. And if you want to kill me, you won't be the only one. Trust me."

"What do you mean I won't be the only one?"

"Bye Maya! See you tomorrow! It was nice talking to you!"

"Juliet, do you owe the mob money?! Oh my god! Girl, you really are a mess! I mean sure your parents died and your life sucks but come on hun, the mob?! I mean if I owed the mob money-"

And I hung up before she could go into any more disturbing thoughts about me and the mob. And hopefully all this will go away in the morning. Hopefully I can rest peacfully and wake up tomorow and find out it was all just a dream. That no one was after me to kill me. It was all just a dream.

Hopefully.