Staying Under The Radar

8| Distance

8| Distance

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Play the first song after she gets her phone. There's another song half way down as well. Feel free to enter your playlist here ~>

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I racked my brain at the information I barely but just processed.

Alex Lewis had been wrongly convicted of murdering his girlfriend, who turned out, was actually killed by her drug dealing side piece?

I laughed. What?

I've taken part in a heist, kidnapped a rich old woman, targeted high profile individuals, protected the ambassador of some high cooperation - to name a few. Now I'm watching over a man child who had terrible taste in women, with terrible odds against him, all because his parents want to protect their business.

I laughed again. What?

The moment my stomach rumble, my deadly alarm went off, notifying me that I needed to check in with DH.

Grabbing my little burner phone, I went to my contacts. I scrunched up my face at one caller id in particular: 'Gabe-a-licious Babe-a-licious'.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and laugh at his immaturity. Something I hadn't experience in a long time asides from Ol'Jimmy. Jimmy isn't old per say, he's thirty-two, but his wisdom comes close to that of a grumpy old man. However his fun side is a totally different situation.

I sent a quick coded text to DH before something hit me mentally. He went through my things. He went through my private things! Wait a minute - wasn't my phone on my bed?

For only having met Gabe for less than an hour, he sure was creepy. I shuddered at the thought of him watching me sleep. For how long even?

Just as I was about to classify Gabe as a weirdo and possibly a low key axe murderer, my personal phone rang.

I looked at the caller Id: 'My babyx'. What the frick do you want? I angrily thought. After declining the call, I changed his caller Id. I would have deleted and blocked him, but he still owed me rent. Chucking my phone on the bed, I hopped into the shower.

When I returned, I had twenty one missed calls and eight text messages.

>mofo idiat: Pick up
>mofo idiat: Amber!
>mofo idiat: you're being childish
>mofo idiat: why aren't you at your place?
>mofo idiat: why'd you cut my boxers?
>mofo idiat: what am I supposed to wear?
>mofo idiat: dammit Amber. Just talk to me, I'm sorry! x
>mofo idiat: Amber, where are you?

I sighed as my phone lit up. You're killing my battery.

As I was about to turn my phone off, Tyler called. I rolled my eyes and pressed decline. This happened a few more times before I couldn't handle it anymore. Crap! What have I done! You weren't supposed to talk to him!

Tyler's shouting made me curious as to what he wanted to say. I muted my end of the call. That way he couldn't hear me scoff when I needed to. Why was I doing this? Reassurance? Old habits? I needed an explanation, but was I ready to forgive and move on?

"Amber! Please don't hang up, we need to talk - or I do. Just listen please. I'm sorry okay? I know you don't want to see me, but skipping town is a bit drastic. Mrs Fenly, from next door, said she saw you leaving with a suitcase... Look. What happened, happened. I can't take it back, okay? But I just want to clear things up between us. Cutting up my clothes was not cool-"