The Double Life (Miniminter FF)

Chapter 2

Dedicated to addisionella for reminding me to write this book. If you have the time you should check out her original story Scales :)

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Jesse's Pov

Continuing the week I didn't need to go to the Den till Sunday to do the stuff. It is currently Friday and the week is just dragging along I'm walking home from work and it is about 7:30 pm. I still haven't shaken off the feeling that someone is following me. These past days walking too and from work, there has been the feeling of eyes staring at me, but it is central London and it's quite busy. I'm about two blocks from the apartment complex when I have to walk pass a dark alleyway that has no light, despite the fact that I have been walking past the alleyway for years today really put me at edge. "What if something is happening to someone like Grey, or worse," my mind tries to make the situation worse. I quickly walk past the alleyway when I hear a loud scream coming from inside. Oh no. I don't want to go through this again, but I can't let the person down there just die when I could have done something.

I start walking down the alley cautiously, taking slow steps so if I hear something I can just book it instead. When I get a decent way in, I can see two shadows. One is pinning the other against the brick wall and is holding something I assume is a knife or gun. "Hey!" I shout at the two. They both look at me. I reach into my bag and grab my flip knife in case I need it.

"Run along girl, there is nothing to see here. Go before you regret it," the man with the deadly object spits at me. I grip my knife tight not letting the man see it. He approaches me with caution with a hand still on the other man.

The other man looks scared shitless. His pale white skin looks sickening pale, his hair is completely messed up, a newly formed black eye, busted lip, and other injuries. The man holding him looks to out of his mind to care about the other man. Now his interest is on me. I should have run when I had the chance.

He shoves the man on the ground and kicks him a few times in the stomach before turning to me. I pull out my knife and he pulls out his. We both start circling each other with the knives pointing at each other waiting for the other to make the first move. I glance at the man clutching his stomach on the floor and coughing up blood. He looks miserable, I should help him after I deal with this guy.

"So you're not going to take my offer girl? Fine. suits you, It's your death," He said before he lunges at me with the knife pointed at my stomach.

I dodged the attack, grab his arm and swing it around his back, immobilizing him and putting my knife to his neck. It's not the first time I've done this to junkies. "No, It looks like your death, but I'll let you go If you leave me and this man alone," I spit in his face. He slowly nods his head, I make a small cut on his neck to leave a message and toss him on the ground. He struggled to try to get back on his feet and run away, tripping a few times.

Once he is far enough away from the alley I look back to the man on the floor. he hasn't moved from the spot from when I last glanced at him. I quickly go and check on him seeing if there is any major physical damage that I can't patch up. I don't see any so I get up and pull him up with me. He is barely conscious but took the hint that he needed to walk, but he can't walk properly so he balanced on me.

We walked out of the alleyway and took the adventure back to my flat. Slowly but surely we walked the last two blocks before the apartment complex. Now the problem was to get him up two flight of stairs... I look over at him and he now not only looks sickly pale white but it also has green in it. Maybe the guy in the front will let me use the lift up. He isn't allowed to let anyone use the lift unless they are disabled or in dire of emergency, it's dumb I know.

We walk over to the front and the guy sees how bad of the state the man on my shoulder is. He doesn't even question it and let me use the lift, and saying 'have a good night.' We make our way up the lift and to my door. When we get to my door I need to get my key which is in the pocket farthest away from reach.... I set down the man by the door and unlock the door with the key. We get through the door and I drag him to my bed and set him down. I quickly move around grabbing the first aid kit, some Advil, too baggy clean clothes for him to wear, water, and a towel. When I get back to him he has already passed out. I peeled off his shirt and start to clean his wounds with him hissing every once and awhile. After everything is cleaned enough to not get infected I put the shirt new shirt on him and take off his shoes and let him rest. He is going to need it after the beating he took. I'll get the information about him tomorrow when he hopefully wakes up. Till then I leave the room and lay on the couch. It has been an exhausting day and before I knew it, I passed the fuck out.