The Real You (BWWM)

21: What happens in Vegas

August 28th, 2015

I try to color our hair as quick as I can and pack our stuff, trying not to waste any time. I lead Kyra into the car and drive off. "Where are we going?" Kyra manages to say between yawns. 

"We're going to Los Vegas. I need to find someone."

"Is it Charlie?" 

"Not yet. I need more information before I see him. You understand right?" She nods her head in response. Its an hour into the drive when she turns on the radio to fill the void in the air. 

"What did you do?" I hesitate to answer her. 

"I handled it myself. So don't worry about it. Just get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride." 

"Okay." 

We finally make it to Vegas and I book a motel. We get settled in before I go out again. "I gotta go do some things. I'll be back later." I cup her head in my hands and kiss her forehead. I head out to the liquor store Carlos told me about that does fake ID's. I find the store and walk over to the cashier. It's a man with broad shoulders and a pleasing smile tends the cash register.  

"What'chu need little lady?" 

"I need an ID." He laughs, taken back by my request. 

"Sorry but we don't do ID's here." 

"Carlos sent me." He shakes his head in response. 

"Sorry, don't know any Carlos." I rub my temples in frustration. 

"Carlos from Florida. He's a tattoo artist and recommended me here." 

"Oh yeah I know him!" He says, suddenly coming to the realization of who I'm talking about. 

"Yeah him." Sarcasm fills my voice.

"Yeah he's a good guy. So why did he send you here?" I grunt, rage rising up inside of me. I close my eyes and count to ten, trying to calm myself.

"I need a fake ID. Do you make them?" 

"Heck yeah I make them! Why didn't you just say so before silly?!" 

"Can I please just get one." He leads me in the back of the store to a set up like the one Carlos had in his store. I take my hood off and stand in front of the camera. 

"Smile!" I roll my eyes and flash a sarcastic smile. "There we go." I'm blinded by the flash when the camera goes off. I put my my hood back on and walk over to him. "What should I put on here?" 

"Surprise me." He types everything out and hands me the card. 

"Here ya go, Mandy Heller." 

"Thanks." 

August 29th, 2015

I walk down to the hospital Sasha works at and try to find something sharp in the parking lot. I find a nail on the ground and hid in a corner where no one can see me. I hold it to the back of my arm. I hold my shirt in my mouth and bite down as hard as I can. 

You can do this. You can do this. You can do th-

I work up the courage and run the nail down my arm. A piercing scream escapes my mouth but is muffle by the shirt. I wrap my jacket around my arm and walk inside. I walk to the front desk and give the lady a phony smile. "Hi, um I hurt my arm on a nail and now I have a big gash in my arm." The lady leans over the the desk and is filled with shock when she sees my injury.