Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she turned away from the sight of the ocean, and began to walk back to the main path.
The scent of doughnuts, fried chicken, and fries was heavy in the air. She wasn’t hungry, and even if she was, she wouldn’t eat outside.
Her stepfather was a vicious man, and would probably find some way to hurt her. She wouldn’t put it past him to send someone to kill her. Were there companies like that? She didn’t know. There was a lot about the world that she didn’t know, and that scared her. Leaving the busy streets, she made her way back to the tiny hotel that she had rented. Without looking back, she made her way toward her door, and paused. Her door was open, and she frowned.
Hadn’t she locked it?
Her heart started to pound.
It may not have locked.
Every time I left this room I locked the door.
She needed to turn around and leave.
But her stuff was in that room, and she needed to get it.
“It’s fine. Everything is fine.”
She gasped, and would have screamed if a hand hadn’t closed over
her mouth. “I suggest you be very quiet. I’m not the most patient of men, and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
She couldn’t see, and with how tightly he held her, she couldn’t move. There was no way to get away, or for her to see who her attacker was.
He shoved her into the room, and the door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it.
Her attacker moved his hand, giving her a chance to bite him, so she did. She sank her teeth into the flesh of his hand, and made sure she didn’t stop until she tasted blood.
Gross. Gross. Gross.
Disease.
She spat his hand out, stamped her foot down hard on his, and then shoved him away.
He shouted, and before she could get away, he grabbed hold of her hair, throwing her against the wall. The impact startled her, and she went a little dizzy. Within seconds he was on her. He punched her in the face, shocking her from the impact, and she rolled away. Her attacker drew back his foot, and she grabbed it, lifting it up so that he stumbled back.
Getting to her feet, she tried for the door, but he caught her again.
“You fucking fat bitch,” he said, wrapping his arms around her neck, and he started to cut off her circulation.
She clawed at his arms, struggling to breathe.
“Now, isn’t this interesting?” a man said.
They turned, and she saw someone who was twice the size of the man strangling her, and looked ten times as deadly.
The first thing she noticed was that he had guns at his waistband. The next thing was how calm he looked while she was getting hurt.
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy behind her asked.
“Me? I’m here on a job. Why the fuck are you here?”
“Got a job. This bitch needs to be taken out.”
The man at the door laughed. “Tell me you don’t have a clue who I am. Do you have any idea who I work for?”
The man behind her stilled, and the hand at her throat actually eased, surprising her. He didn’t let her go, but she was able to think, and for that she was thankful.