Well. Here I was. In Vegas.
I had a mini panic attack the moment we took off. There had been plenty of times that I ran away from our home, but none of them were serious. I'd drive around for a little, convince myself that everything was going to be okay, then go home. Jake would kiss my ass for a day or two, and I'd survive. This time I boarded a fuckin plane.
The panic attack stopped when that guy Nash started hitting on me. It was quite comical, and his friend got a kick out of it. His friend was really attractive. What was his name? I couldn't remember. Did he even introduce himself? He had nice eyes. In another life I'd flirt with him. But I have Jake on my back...
If he ever found out where I was...I shuddered at the thought of it. I had a flashback to earlier that night. He had chased me into our room, threatening to kill me. Steak knife in hand and all. I had no doubt that Jake would hunt me down. The first thing I had to do was destroy anything that could track me. Credit cards and cell phone. Then I had to get myself out of Vegas. I don't know where I'd go, but the one thing I knew is that I'd have to keep moving.
I dropped all my credit cards down the sewer, so no one could run up the bill. Then I sold my brand new iPhone 5 to some guy on the corner for $200 cash. The phone was a gift after a really bad argument. I think I had been put in the hospital for blood loss.
Even with my added cash, I couldn't afford a hotel room. Vegas wasn't cheap. I decided to wander around the casinos until sunrise, where I could rent a car and drive somewhere. It was about 2 AM, but the city was in full swing.
I walked into what seemed to be a busy place. The sign above read Caesars Palace. It was beautiful... filled with lights, machines, and people that were too drunk or concerned about winning to care about anything.
There was this bench just beyond the bar. It was a quiet corner, where I took a seat to people watch.
Ten minutes went by when a group of guys stumbled up to me.
"Hey babyyyy...wanna go up a couple floors?" the leader of the pack winked. His breath reeked of vodka.
"Sorry...I think you mistaken me for someone else."
"No. I'll pay you $350 cold cash if you can satisfy all of us" he pointed to his three buddies. Wait. He thought I was a prostitute? Me? I could hear Jakes voice in my head. Whore.
I have a nervous laugh. "No no...I'm not...like that."
His buddies were slowly starting to box me in. He gave out a drunk laugh, and then said "Just come with me."
"No.."
"Look we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Come with me, or I'll force you to come with me."
They surrounded me like a pack of wolves, waiting. I took a couple steps back and was just about to turn and run when a voice from behind me made me jump.
"What seems to be the problem here, guys?"
