The Singer.

Chapter Eight:

Chloe's P.O.V:

I woke up on the floor with a thud. Ow.

It took me a couple of seconds to realise that I fell off the bed. Opps. I sound of clapping made me snap my head to the direction of the doorway where stood a amused looking bald guy.

"Uh." I say. "Do I know you?" I ask, trying to decide weather or not I actually wanted to know.

"Boss man wants you again." the bald man, I now officially named 'Bob', says.

Crap not again. "He always wants me. What's new?" I say bitterly. "Why are you here?" I ask. 'Bob' knows about my training. He knows I can kick his ass anytime I wanted to.

He sighs and walks forward. His hands raised in a 'surrender' position, making him safe to move around.

I know I know, I have a lot to explaining to do, I got that! Shh up and let me get on with the story!

He stops in front of me and slowly takes out the letter of his back pocket. I sigh and grab it. Throwing it onto my bed, knowing me, I'll be reading it later. Not when there are people around.

"'Kay. Bye bye now." I say and wave to him as he walks out of my house, or apartment type thing. It's really to big to be an apartment but way to small to be a house.

So let me explain now. I suggest you go get some popcorn, of whatever tickles ya fancy.

Okay, so ever since the incident, he would write letters to his fellow members of some gang. I don't think it's a gang. No no. It's probably some cousin or something of his. Of it could be one of his workers that owes his. They do all crazy shit for him.


Annnnyyywayyy.

He would write and then they would pass it to me directly so they know only I will see it and read it. I've seen so many guys just show up to my place. Give me a letter and walk away.

I now leave my door unlocked and windows open slightly so they can get in. I don't fight it cause it cost to much to keep fighting then all like I do.

Last time, I got beaten so badly I ended up in hospital for a couple of weeks. 'Boss man' doesn't like me in hospital but his 'friends' mean more to him than I do.

I don't know weather to be relived or saddened that the fact they mean so much more than I do.

Any who. The only reason I'm home is because I begged Harry to take me home. I can't stand it around there after what happened with the story telling.

I start walking towards my shitty kitchen to see one of my best guy friends staring at me with confusion.

Adam.

"Oh shit." I mutter lowly. He still hears me though. "Yeah 'oh shit' is right!" he starts. "Who the hell was that guy?" he asks.

No one knows about my 'letters' so I just say "someone I used to know."

Okay so Adam is a great guy but they can not and I mean CAN NOT find out about the letters. They would freak and shit a brick.


He sighs cause he knows that I won't give a proper answer. "I'm sorry Adam sweetie, but I can't tell you. I seriously can't." I says looking at him in the eye so he knows I'm not lying and that I actually can't tell him.

Adam is really hot. And by hot, I mean baking cookies on his abs hot. 6"2 of pure hotness. His black hair and grey eyes suit him perfectly. Nearly every girl in my class has the hots for him. He's 20 and he's actually a teacher at my school.

"Girl, I know you won't tell me, but at least tell me one thing; Are you in any type of danger?"

Did I mention he was gay? no? or the fact he has the hots for my music teacher. Shudder.


"Uhhh" I say avoiding his eyes. "Some sort. But don't worry I have it covered." I smile to reassure him.

And by the glare he gives me has me thinking.

Yep. I'm screwed.

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Okay so I'm sorry about not updating or anything. I'm sorry it's most likely horrible and it's really short but I'm sorta having a writers block type thing. My brain won't give me information. It took me nearly two days just to write this!

I'm a horrible person.


Bye bye lovelies. Until next time xx