Kimberly Pov
I don't say anything as I watch him leave out the door. I let out a sigh, looking down at my dirty ripped clothes. Why does one bad thing after another keep happening to me? It seems like trouble finds me wherever I go.
I came here to get away from my psycho ex, only to run into more trouble ten minutes after arriving in this city. Now I'm staying with a complete stranger. It was either that or live on the streets until I figured something out.
I don't know anything about this guy. For all I know he could be a damn psycho too. It's hard to get a read on him with the I don't care attitude he has. Being a psychology major, I start to look around the nice condo, trying to find something that will tell me anything about this guy. It's clear that this guy has money from his nice car and this nice place. But if I saw him on the streets somewhere, I probably wouldn't think he was rich from his rough looks.
I start to walk around the condo, wondering who this guy is. There's nothing laying around. No pictures or anything. I don't even know this guy's name. I stop at this door that I'm guessing is his room and twist the knob, but stop when I remember what he said. Stay out his way and stay out of his business. I think about it for a second, trying to decide if I should search his room to see who he is. After a minute or so, I let the knob go, not wanting to cause problems. Whoever he is, he was nice enough to let me stay here, so the least I can do is respect his rules.
I just need to find a job so I can pay for a hotel until I'm able to rent a cheap apartment. I look at the credit card in my hand, not wanting this guy's money, but he's right, I may not want it but I do need it right now. I'm hoping he's not some sicko who expects me to pay him back with sex.
I take my phone out and look up the taxi number for this city.
After calling the taxi I head out front to wait. When the taxi pulls up I get in and tell the guy to take me downtown to the clothing store.
I look out the window as the guy drive, trying to memorize the streets so I can know how to get around this city.
I let out a sigh, resting the side of my head up against the window, hoping things will get better for me. I just want things to go back to the way they were before I started dating that fucking psycho.
Once we get downtown the driver pulls over and hands me the credit card reader. I swipe the guy's card paying for the ride. I get out of the taxi and look around at all the people walking. I can feel my paranoia starting to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how, but my psycho ex has managed to find me twice already. Maybe he got someone following me and telling him where I'm at. I don't know, but now I get paranoid around crowds, thinking that someone is watching me or he's around the corner somewhere.
I let out a sigh. Everything was fine just a few months ago until I started dating Monty the fucking psycho. He seemed like a really good guy at first, but after about a month of us dating, he starts to get jealous when I would hang out with my guy friends.
At first, I thought it was kinda cute, but it started to get worse with him thinking my best friend Charlie had feelings for me, so after a while, I broke up with him. But his psycho mind leads him to believe that I broke up with him to be with Charlie. He beat Charlie up, telling him to stay away from me. I honestly didn't think people were really psycho stalkers. I thought things like that only happened in the crazy lifetime movies I watch, but I guess I was wrong. The psycho ones really do start off all nice and sweet, then boom, the crazy comes out.
I thought getting a restraining order on Monty would solve everything, but he would still show up at my job, waiting in the parking lot for me to get off. He would corner me in the parking lot, grabbing me, trying to force me to talk to him.
After he continued to break the restraining order every day, I reported it to the police, hoping they would lock him away or get him some help because he clearly needs it, but nothing ever happened.
He started to really scare me and I started to fear for my life. First I moved in with a friend, but he found me there, so I did the only thing I could and packed up and completely left. Things went back to normal for me, spending my timing working and going to school. After a month and a half passed, he popped up at my job out the blue, pissed that I left. He was grabbing me by my arms and hair, slapping me around. He was saying crazy things like if he can't have me then no one will.
I managed to get away and When I got to my apartment, I quickly packed my bags and took the first bus out that city, and that's how I ended up where I am now.
I look around for a second longer before I start to make my way down the sidewalk, heading towards the clothing store.
I walk into the store and start to look around. I'm not going to buy much, just enough to get me through a week or two, until I find a job and buy more clothes once I get paid.
After I get the clothes I need, I take them to the front paying for them. I take my bags and head over to one of the changing room and change out the dirty, ripped clothes that I'm wearing, before leaving the store, heading to another to get a few other things that I'll need.
Once I get everything I need, I leave out the last store, looking around at all the people, checking again to see if anyone's watching me. I take in a slow deep breath, slowly exhaling, trying to push the paranoia away. Telling myself that no one is watching me. I'm starting to feel like a crazy person.
I spot a taxi parked on the side of the street with its taxi light at the top on, letting me know it's empty. I make my way over to the taxi. "Can you take me?" I ask the driver, sitting in the car. He looks over at me, giving me a nod. He pops the trunk, before getting out, taking the bags for my hand, placing them into the trunk.
"Where to?" The driver asks, getting back into the car.
"Can you take me to curry condos." I give him the name of the condo building that the guy is staying in.
As he starts to drive, I look out the window, taking in the city.
This seems to be a really busy part of the city. The streets are full of people walking. Some of them seem to be shopping as they carry bags, and others seem to be heading to work, wearing their fancy suits and carrying briefcases, living a normal life.
Just a few months ago I was living a normal life, but now I'm living in fear of my psycho ex. Things haven't felt normal for me for a while now.
Once we get to the condo building, I head inside with my bags. I look around the nice lobby. I could never afford to live in a place like this. I doubt if I could even live on this side of the city, everything is so nice. I wonder what this guy does for a living to be able to afford the nice things he has.
I head into the elevator, going up to his place.
I walk in and look around to see that he hasn't returned yet. I head into the spare room I'll be using and sit all the bags down, then start to unpack all the bags, putting the clothes into the dresser.
Once I finish I take a seat on the bed and let out a sigh. I doubt things could get any worse for me.
Hearing my stomach growl, I realize I haven't had anything to eat all day. I leave the room and head into the kitchen, looking around at the damage I did with that fire poker earlier. I thought he was the guy who attacked me. The last thing I remembered was getting attacked, then suddenly I'm waking up in a strange place.
Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through my head when I woke up here. I thought that maybe the guy who attacked me had raped and now kidnap me when I saw that my shirt had been ripped open. Then I start to think that maybe the guy was kidnaping me for Monty. So I found the fire pokers and came in here swinging like a crazy woman. But I guess I was wrong.
I walk over opening the refrigerator after my stomach growl again. I may not know anything about this guy, but from looking into the refrigerator I can see that he really likes his meat. It's loaded with different sausages, bacon, steaks, etc...
I grab the ham out of the refrigerator to make a simple sandwich. He allowed me to stay here, so I'm sure he won't mind me eating a little of his food.
Once I finish making the sandwich, I put everything back where I got them from and take a seat on one of the stools and start to eat.
Jason PovOnce I get to Luke's pack, I pull into the driveway of their packhouse. I grab the folder off the dashboard, before getting out the car."He's inside in his office, I'll show you the way." Luke's beta Ned tells me. I give him a nod and head inside, following him through their packhouse.As I walk into the office, Luke looks over at me and smiles, standing up from behind the desk he's sitting at."What's up bro, how have you been?" Luke says walking over, giving me one of those bro hugs. "I see you're into the rough look these days." Hesmirks, looking at my uncut hair.I shake my head a little, letting out a low chuckle. "I've been good," I say, But honestly, I haven't been good, I've been far for good. For a year now, I've been obsessi
Kimberly PovI hear the alarm on my phone go off, waking me up. I groan a little as reaching over grabbing my phone, turning the alarm off. I rub my eyes, slowly sit up, looking around the big room. It feels strange being here. I've never stayed in such a nice place like this......with a complete stranger.I toss the covers off, getting out of bed, and slide on some shorts. I grab the guy's credit card off the bedside table and leave the room. Leaving the room I head into the living room to find the guy still on the couch asleep. I look over to see an empty bottle laying on the table and frown a little, remembering him opening the bottle last night. That's not a small bottle, but he managed to drink it all. I hope I'm not living with a violent drunk.My eyes go back
Jason PovKimberly leaves the kitchen after placing her plate into the sink. "Bro, are you hitting that?" Brandon asks grinning, getting off the counter, and take the seat across from me where Kimberly was just sitting.I shake my head, taking a sip from the water bottle. "I don't do humans. I found her getting attacked on the street the other night. She's just staying here until she finds a job." I tell him."She's a nice piece of ass, I'll definitely be hitting that if I was you, human or not."He smirks, reaching over grabbing one of the sausages off my plate, earning a low growl from me. I guess she's pretty, but I'm not into humans. "Have you ever slept with a human?" He asks taking a bite of the sausage in his hand."Yeah," I say as I continue to eat."How
JasonPovI walk through the door and see Kimberly sitting there on the couch with her legs folded underneath her.She looks over at me as I walk past her, going to my room to change clothes.I take off the jeans and slide on a pair of shorts. I look into the mirror, looking at myself. I reach up, running my hand through my hair. I can barely recognize myself. I guess my looks match the way I feel inside because I no longer feel like myself inside either.I leave the room going into the kitchen to put my signature stamp on my day. I grab a bottle of Remy Martin out of the cupboard and head back into the living room. I look at Kimberly sitting on the other end of the couch with her legs folded under her. I take a seat on the couch, putting my legs up on
KimberlyI wake up still on the couch the next morning. I look over to see Jason still on the other end of the couch, with his long legs still propped up on the table, sleeping. I reach up rubbing my eyes, yawning.I slowly stand up, grabbing Jason's empty bottle off the table and head into the kitchen to cook breakfast.As I cook Jason walks into the kitchen, going over grabbing a glass, before walking over to the sink filling it.He walks over, taking a seat, drinking from the glass, not looking over at me. I can see that his, I don't care about anything attitude is back. Last night after the effects of the liquor took over, it changed his attitude, but not much. He was a little more talkative than he has been these last two days that I've been here.He seems like a
JasonWhen I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with.I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said
KimberlyPovI slowly sit up on the couch, rubbing the sides of my head, trying to stop the throbbing pain. I look over seeing Jason on the other end still sleeping. I guess this is what a hangover feels like and I don't like it. I reach over grabbing the remote, turning off the loud tv.As I slowly stand up, I feel myself having to throw up. I quickly make my way to the spare room, going into the bathroom throwing up inside the toilet. After throwing up twice, my stomach felt better, but not much.I brush my teeth, before heading into the kitchen. I go over to the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water, before taking a seat. My body feels so weak and my head is killing me. I take a sip of the water, before laying my head down on the countertop, closing my eyes, hoping that the throbbi
Jason PovThe next morning I feel myself being shaken.I slowly open my eyes to see Kimberly standing there completely dressed, then I remember her telling me that she start work Monday morning. I glance over at the clock to see its 9:05 a.m., why the hell is she waking me up."I'm about to leave for work, I left your breakfast in the microwave." Did she really just wake me up to tell me some shit like that. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I turn over to sleep. A few seconds later I hear the front door open and close, letting me know she has left.I lay here for a while, unable to fall asleep again. Giving up on going back to sleep, I sit up letting out a sigh, running my fingers through my uncut hair.Hearing my stomach growl, I get