What Got You Here Novels & Stories

There is no hope at all. “Are you kidding me?” She asked with her voice full of annoyance and irritation. “Take this to the heart, Lance Kim.” She shot as she pointed at the answer. “Norway?” L asked. “How did that happen?” He asked. Patrice ignored his comments and went on to the next question. “What country is called the Land of the Golden Apple?” She asked. L looked at Patrice. “Are you kidding me? That’s easy.” He said. “Washington.” He answered correctly.

I was born and raised in that small town and never had the chance to know other places. I was just mesmerized by the lights, the huge buildings, the stylish clothes. Everything was just so new and exciting that I never thought about the dangers. On my first attempt to get to the house I was renting a room, a thug runned me over and stole my bag. With little luck, my phone and my wallet were in my pocket so he got nothing of great value. Getting in the house, Mikayla, a nice girl from Russia welcomed me. She showed my room and told me how things worked in that place. Later, she helped me find a job.

At that moment, they finally understood the trouble they'd gotten themselves into. Their peers began to whisper among themselves, speculating about the three of us with curiosity. I smiled. This was just the beginning.

Something wide and crude owns the hood in letters big enough to read from where I’m standing. **NOT A KNIGHT — JUST A DICK WITH A TRUST FUND AND A BITE.** What the fuck. I walk forward slowly. Not careful. Just catching up with the fact that someone put their hands on something of mine and marked it like a message. Like a dare. Up close it’s worse.