The first night I spend by myself is nothing short of a nightmare.
At eight thirty pm, I come to the realization I haven’t been alone since the attack in Carnarvon, and at ten, double check I have bullets in my gun.
I even sit by the front door with a gun in my hand, waiting for the familiar roar of a car’s engine; but nothing happens. At midnight, my phone rings and I quickly answer it without checking the caller I.D. It’s David, much to my surprise and disappointment.
“How are you surviving?” He asks.
I tap my fingers at the gun on my lap as I reply him, “I’m surviving very well, thank you. What about you?”
“Things could be worse.”
“David,” I bite my lip before continuing, “You know how you said it was Liam who messaged you in Carnarvon about me?”
David’s voice strains as he replies, “Uh, yeah.” I can tell he’s thinking hard about where this conversation could be heading.
“Has it ever crossed your mind that he knows who Viper is?” It became clear as day when David told me about the text message Liam sent him.
“Wait, hold on a minute.” I hear the sound of feet shuffling at the other end of the line and a door slamming shut. “Yes, I know. It’s all part of the plan,” he whispers. “I knew Liam would find us. He chose to save you for a reason and I don’t know why…. Unless he’s planning a human sacrifice-”
“Or loves to play games.” I blurt out.
“I’ve installed some stuff in the house, and I’ll do some digging tomorrow. The guy’s definitely got something up his sleeve and we need to figure out what he’s up to, before he sells us out.”
My heart skips a beat. “You knew that?”
“I’m not dim, Amanda. I just need to buy myself a couple of days. Maybe I can find us something.”
“Hopefully.”
The sound of music blasting in the corner and men talking loudly about a job in Karratha makes me raise my eyebrow. “Oh yeah, the place is a mess,” David continues. “I would join in the fun and drugs, but I’ve got to keep a clear head. Anyway, I’ve got to go, so good luck.”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” And with that, David ends the phone call. I later fall asleep by the front door.
It’s five thirty when I enter Macy’s Strip Club, and everything is in full swing. More booze flows tonight and the place is as packed as a concert mosh pit. That’s when I look at the date on my phone. It’s Friday. Well, shit. Get Shaky, by Ian Carey blares through the speakers as the strippers move and grind on stage. If I was writing an erotic novel, I’d be quite inspired.
It’s easy to spot Angel and some of the members from BTK at the corner, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. To make my night even better, Liam is with them, smoking whatever lies wrapped up in the paper roll between his fingers. He turns to look my way and I quickly look away and hurry towards Lily, who stands behind the bar.
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Confessions of a Bitch
Adventure"Bad girls have more fun." At least, that's what Amanda thought. Being the most feared and hated student in Belfast High, definitely had its perks and invincibility was one of them. However, when paired with the not-so-charming David Walker, the...
