Truth Within The Lies

Where the Sun touches the dirt

1 month later:
Happy got off his bike to stretch his legs at the gas station about 20 miles out of charming. Stress from the past couple of months keeping him agitated and exhausted. He had finished the kill for the club in New Mexico and left like was planned 3 months ago.
But what he hadn't planned on was leaving behind someone who had read his every mood, and just got him. He never told her shit, hell she didn't even know his real name. In the beginning it was a way to get him a cover and free place to stay, then over time she had crawled her way under his skin and into every part of his brain and soul.

The club noticed he was off when he returned, that something was just not quite right in the assassin's head. They decided to send him up to Tacoma to let him get shit right. But they didn't know was that shit would never be right again.
Happy took a hard drag on a cigarette as he watched carefully around. Ready to be back home and drinking he went to climb back on the bike. That's when he heard it... the voice that haunted him. Quickly taking a look around he saw nothing but an older truck, and a man getting a girl from the truck.

Groaning he chalked it up to his head playing tricks, and kicked the bike into gear taking off. Heading for the place he could never have brought her too, and to the life he was hiding her from.
Missing that shitty desert town, as he watched the sun touch the dirt.