6

Don't even take my things. Not my laptop. Nothing. I wanted to get out so badly that I didn't think I was leaving important things behind. I just knew I had to get away fast before Hunter caught me. Just as I opened the door, a wall came in, crashing into me and throwing me backward. I landed on my ass with a groan. That had hurt. I must have broken my sacrum. I leaned on my hands and got up like a small child. 

Who else would it be? The idiot was watching me from the door with a grimace much like a smirk on his face. I hated it. Every second that passed I swear I hated him a little more. His eyes seemed n sizzle with excitement insulting enough for me: Fun. I swear I was going to kill that kid. Sooner or later he was going to kill him sleeping.

- Where are you going, cutie?- He raised an eyebrow style: There is no excuse that will be valid, but I want to see you say nonsense yes.

-Far from you crazy killers. - I kicked in the crotch l style angels of Charlie and I left feeling like a winner. 

But was he so childish? Yes, the truth is yes. Things like that were my little victories in life. As soon as I got out, I started running, because although I had temporarily incapacitated G, Hunter was still able to catch me and very easily, because my dwarf legs could not match his, which with one step of his covered at least 3 of mine. 

I ran up the stairs, trying not to fall and roll and be crippled for life. I kept one hand on the banister to have something to hold onto. I could hear voices behind me and footsteps. Shit. Shit and shit. When I reached the front door, I sped off without looking back. That was the rookie mistake in the movies. I ran like I never had. I didn't even run like that in high school. If I had done it instead of having a poor 7 in physical education, I would have had a brilliant 10. It was too late to regret it because at that moment all that mattered was running away from psychopaths. 

I walked the weirdest streets I ever saw and got into the crowd. In a mall, I stopped running. I was too tired. I sat on a bench and realized that I had nothing. Not my apartment keys, not my laptop, not money ... Nothing. I was screwed. He had nowhere to go or how to go. I thought about going to Rob's house who would welcome me with open arms, but I didn't want to get him into this whole shit thing. The same I thought of my friends. And now that? I was hungry, sleepy, and afraid and I was alone. My life sucked. 

A girl stood in front of me. She was blonde and very pretty. She was looking at me strangely as if I didn't fit there. He frowned and sat next to me. R aro, I sang in my head. I stood still looking at the ground, uncomfortable with the situation because I knew something was not right. That girl seemed to recognize me and was about my age. Was he in high school with me? Or at school? As much as he tried to remember, he could not place her anywhere. That wasn't strange either. My ability to recognize faces was almost nil, except for the Hollywood stars that were burned into my memory. My friends told me that it couldn't be. I had to empty the memory of my knowledge about celebrities to have new ones. I think I never paid too much attention to them and that's why things like that happened to me. He didn't know who she was.

- What are you doing here?- A sharp voice pulled me out of my stool. What...? - You're Samantha, right? - It was the blonde. He was looking at me.

- Yes, I am and you are ...- I bit my lip thinking. I had no idea who it could be. She gave the hit as president of the institute's social events. It sure was the popular one. Those things had never mattered to me and I never knew their names. It was one of them.

-I'm Camille, Cami for everyone.- Name Barbie, how strange.- We don't know each other, but you have a relationship with the part of my family, G, and Hunter. I know you have fled. They have raised the alarm and they have passed your photo. I come to take you to the Boss- I shook my head- I don't want this to be more difficult than it already is. I understand that this is great shit and that for your writing career it is even worse, but I need you to come back to us. They're going to kill you, Samantha.- His blue eyes seemed sincere. She was the best actress in the whole mafia, that's for sure.- You're in the spotlight and we just want to protect you while we get to another peace. We are not the bad guys. We are not going to kill you. We will protect you and then let you go. It is done. It is temporary- she smiled a little more when he saw my face begin to relax.-You don't have to get close to G or Hunter again. I will be the one in charge of protecting you. I know I look weaker, but I promise you it's just appearances- She winked at me- Friends? 

I shook his hand with a sigh. Did I have any other option? The positive part is that now it was Cami who defended me and it meant that I would not have to put up with G and his spontaneous attacks of idiots. Thank god. The negative part, he was still under the influence of the mafia. You can't have everything in this life, right?

And my mother had already told me as a girl: Men with tattoos are dangerous, honey. Better buy yourself a cat. Too bad I had the cat and the tattoos in my life. One would only have been more comfortable.