I looked everywhere for Reese and I didn't find her. It's been fifteen minutes since I last saw her. I normally wouldn't worry too much, but with the Rapist, I can't take any chances.
"Sorry, man," I was interrupted by a pretty girl. I barely understand what she was saying because the music was too loud.
I don't have time for this. I don't have time for pretty girls.
I have to find Reese.
I was starting to sweat. And I don't usually sweat. In fact, it is very hard to get a reaction out of me, period.
As the seconds first, then the minutes passed, I start to realized that Reese is most likely in trouble. She knows, because of her work, the dangers that can exist for a young girl at night, with the Rapist. I had used her as bait and bait she became.
Quickly, with long strides, I walked through the whole club. I had a feeling that I should go through the back because if something bad had happened, it couldn't happened in the front, not with the doorman and the waiting line.
I think I hear people trying to stop me. It is very unusual for a customer to go in the back of a club. Unless they are up to no good.
My mind is in a cloud. A red and black cloud. My blood is pounding in my ears.
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The Vigilante
HorrorAt 17, Justin's life changed when he decided he was not going to be a victim anymore. It's the last time his foster father touches him. Forward a few years later, Justin is now living in New York City with Reese, his coroner-intern-roomate and at n...
