Stella Starlet

Honey Girl

Living room to the home Stella wants (later on in the chapter)

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I need to blend in. My clothing were too flashy, I thought as I walked into one of the few malls I had found. 

I searched through the stores and finally purchased some plain tee shirts, jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots.

When I got back to the motel, I went to the bathroom and took a deep breath, a pair of scissors in hand. I grabbed my hair and began cutting it.

When I was finished, I grabbed my bags in my new clothes and put it all in the car. I had to keep moving, I couldn't stay here too long. 

I was looking out for a new car. I didn't want to keep this one, the owner probably reported it stolen by now and they were looking for it. I needed something with a lot of speed, Enzo had expensive cars and I had to be able to compete with the horse power of his ones. 

I drove around for about an hour when I stumbled on a neighborhood that had large houses. I spotted a Maserati Quattroporte and traded them. This car was a lot slower than the Aventador but I had to change them.

I drove again for a long time. I passed many different terrains, lots of fields for farming and deserts with canyons and plateaus. The whole drive, I could feel my pistol poking at me in the waistband of my jeans. 

At some point of the drive, I remembered I had my phone and he could probably track me through it. I swore as I pulled over quickly next to a lake. I put the phone on the ground and pulled out the .22 and shot it twice before throwing it into the middle of the lake. I got back into the car and sped off. 

I was headed to Washington State. I decided that maybe I would be safer if I was literally across the country from him. 

When I passed through Montana, I checked into another motel under a fake name. I needed rest, I had been up to long and the drive in total from Clive to where I wanted to be in Washington would take about thirty hours. 

My sleep was filled with paranoia. Every sound or thump, I woke up and swiftly grabbed my pistol. At one point, I fell asleep with my pistol in my hand. 

I was awake again before the sun had even risen. My reflection confused me. There I stood in front of the half-shattered bathroom mirror where the person I was looking at didn't resemble me. 

My eyes were dull and underneath them lay purple and prominent dark circles. I looked like I hadn't slept in a century. 

Infuriation found me again. A part of me wanted Enzo to find me so this would all end sooner.

I grabbed my pistol and shot an entire round at the mirror, effectively shattering it into thousands of shards that fell onto the sink. 

I needed more protection. Enzo was dangerous and I'm sure he had a whole fucking armory. 

I found a store that had just what I needed. It was empty except for the older man standing behind the counter. 

"Heya doll," he said happily as he smiled.

I took off my sunglasses and leaned on the counter. "What can I get ya?" He asked.

"I'm looking for a Honey Badger."

He chuckled. "What are you using it for?"

I thought for a moment. "Bear hunting."

He whistled. "You plan on fucking hunting a pack of a hundred bears at once?" He laughed.

"Something like that." I smiled.

"Well, I got just what ya need, honey girl."

*

When I got in the car, I had just what I needed. When he asked me for my name, I knew I couldn't give him it so I laid down a hefty stack of money and slid it over to him. He nodded and chuckled, taking it.

Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I didn't need all of this but I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or something because it damn well felt like I did.

After swapping out the car again, I had driven for another set of eleven hours until I reached Port Gamble, Washington. 

It was a small, charming little town that I was sure to be hidden in. I checked into another hotel and placed all my belongings in before I walked to a real estate office. 

The office was rustic with mismatched furniture and a fire place burning softly to the side. It was a nice place. 

"Oh hello there," one of the women sitting behind the desk greeted, obviously confused. "Oh dear, do we have an appointment?" 

"Oh no. I was just wondering if you had some time to help me find a place?"

She laughed. "Oh honey, go back to your parents, dear." She wasn't being snarky or rude, but I think she actually meant it with good intentions. 

"They're dead." It was a lie but I needed her to not ask questions about my parents and why I looked so young, out here alone, buying a home. 

Her eyes widened. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I suppose I do have some time to help you look." She smiled. 

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She was able to drive me to three homes and show me them. They were all beautifully charming and craftsman-designed. 

I learned that she was a mother, she had two kids in early elementary school and her husband owned a fishing company. 

She was a good-hearted woman, her kids were lucky to have her. 

I chose one of the homes that I had really liked. She said she would put in my offer and see what happened from there.

It was a successful day. I had gotten to Port Gamble and found a home that I would hopefully have soon. 

As I got back to the hotel, I laid in the bed and for the first time in four days, I was able to fall asleep and drift off.