Overprotective Times Ten {1}

2.7

I am driving home with a million thoughts in my mind. Where am I going to go? What do I do if they find me? What will I do if they get Jake first? There's no way for me to cover all my tracks, so Blackwell is just going to have to try to do that as best as he can.

Why did my life have to be this way? Why did I have to get drugs? Why did I have to have the best drug, the one only The Rysers could get me? Why couldn't I just pay Cristóbal back? Or why did I agree to meet him at his place? I should've seen what was coming. Yet, I didn't. And my life and innocence just fell. And I did nothing to stop it. If it wasn't for Blackwell, I would still be a whore. Being used at least twice a day.

I got in debt of Cristóbal, leader of The Rysers. He told me I could pay my debt off a different way, and he would still get me the drug. I met him at his headquarters. He threw me in the whorehouse. The first week was awful, yet I barely felt a thing. They just kept bring us the drug and none of us actually cared. After awhile, I got switched into prostitution. He assured me once I earned enough money to pay it back; he would set me free. I stopped using the drug in fear of never being able to pay my debt back. I could sense it now. Every time I would go to a random stranger's place, and they would take it, in and out for hours. Until, I was numb.

Blackwell was my best client. He told me he is a part of the Red Falcons and that he made a promise to my father, to protect me. I started going to his apartment three or four times a week to plan. We finalized the strategy and I made my escape. But, I also took all the other prostitutes and created a gang called The Silver Rights. From there, we went to one of my Dad's private islands and began bombing and setting fire to all of Cristóbal's whorehouses.  A few months later Jake arrived complaining about how long it took to find me and shit like that. Luckily for me, the girls were on a mission and I was able to text them about what was happening. Since then, I was able to have Bloom  take over. And now she's meeting me at the airport so we can safely relocate. It'll be nice being with my gang. Although, I will have to stay on the down low. No bombings for me. Huff.

All these thoughts are running through my head as I approach the house. I come to a stop outside and notice I have tears running down my face. I don't want to leave! But, I will, for them. I wipe away the evidence of crying as I come into the living room. Today is supposed to be happy.

"Hey, princess. How was the mall?" Jake asks me kissing the side of my head.

"It was good," I tell him wearing my fake smile, "how about we have a party tonight? Just us and Brooklyn's family."

"I think that'll work, any particular reason why?" He asks wondering why his anti-social pessimist suddenly wants to have a party.

"I don't know. I keep thinking about Mom and Dad and how fast they can be gone. I feel like we need to come together and appreciate each other cause you never know what could happen," I tell him immediately regretting it, "you know, forget I said anything."

"No. I get where you're coming from," Jake assures, "but don't worry, none of us are going anywhere." I wish.

"So.....," I begin, "party?"

"Of course. Let's go shopping," he says and we go out to the Cadillac.

We basically buy out the entire Walmart and go home. I enter the living room and see all of them waiting. We put out the booze, chips, and soda and everyone grabs some.

I grab a beer and Jax takes in and thanks me while my lip jutts into a pout. Sigh.

"Please, Jaxie," I beg.

"Fine, but only one," he orders, "and if you become drunk I'm playing heavy metal music all of tomorrow." If only I'd be here tomorrow.

"Yay," I say and open it.

I get millions of disapproving looks but they all understand.

I here a bunch of things about it but I ignore it.

We sit down and eat pasta while drinking Ginger Ale or Champagne.

"A toast to family," I say and everyone rasies their glass. This'll be harder than I thought. We celebrate all hours of the night until I retreat back to my room and the Hall's go back to their house.

Here goes nothing. I take out a pen and begin writing...

Dear All,
I'm sorry to have to leave you so soon. I really enjoyed last night and I am truly sorry I did not tell you it was our last night together. But, you would have stopped me. I am leaving because I care about you and me. There are things I did not tell you and I should've. But, I care too much about all of you to put you through it. I appreciate all of you standing by me. I know you think you could have protected me. But, I won't allow it. I am relocating and changing my identity. Don't follow me. I will stay safe. The biggest thing you need to remember is to tell no one you knew me. I was merely a face on the street. I hope one day we can be reunited, but for the meantime, you won't hear from me. I know what your thinking, you found me once and you'll do it again. I was blessed to have known you but I care too much to put you in harms way. Goodbye for now.
Love,
Jamie

I get up and grab the burner and a $700,000 in cash. Everything else, I'll buy. I take my Suzuki and trade it in for a silver 2011 Aprilia RSV4. I go the airport and see Bloom. We silently buy tickets not saying a word. Here I go again. From Diego all the way to Churchill Falls, Canada for the next eight months until I end up somewhere in Spain. Yay. Life.

This is the end but the sequel is up. It's called Chasing Ivory. Please read the sequel and also realize for the next month or so I will be editing this book.