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I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar, empty, dark room. It took a moment to gather my bearings, to understand why I couldn’t feel Tallon near me, why I wasn’t in my own room, and why I was sweating like a dog in the California heat.
I slowly sat up in the uncomfortable bed under me, rubbing my eyes at the sweat that had accumulated there, and it finally hit me. Yesterday flashed through my mind like a movie, like someone else’s life passing me by.
But it was real–Tallon, finding out before I could tell him and leaving me, and the panic I felt as I gathered everything I could and ran from my apartment like a mad woman.
And this was where I’d fled to.
I kicked off the scratchy blankets, my whole body covered in a sheen of sweat as I slowly got to my feet. I turned on the bedside lamp, which looked like it came from the 1980s floral print era.
I had taken a bus to the farthest I could reach in one night, to a shitty motel just outside of the city, one that looked sketchy as shit, but they didn’t ask any questions when I signed in. They gave me a room and they surprisingly took the fake name I gave–Milena, like my grandmother.
It was probably a bad idea to use a recognizable name, but it was the one my mother had always told me to use just in case. I knew my family could find me easily that way but I doubted they would be looking for me just yet. I was more concerned about Tallon’s men.
There was an ache in my chest at the thought of him sending men to come to kill me. But it wasn’t anything I didn’t deserve.
I grabbed the single bag I’d taken from my apartment, opened it up, and shuffled through for some clothes. The little I had brought was mismatched with clearly not much thought put into it. I sighed, grabbing what I could and heading for the attached bathroom.
I ignored the worsening heavy feeling in my body as I sluggishly headed for the shower, stripping my current clothes. I wondered briefly how I was going to wash them now that they were soaked in sweat and I couldn’t go back to my apartment.
A laundromat?
I’d have to get coins.
I jolted as the cold water from the shower came down upon my skin, roughly beating down in comparison to the gentle water pressure I was used to. I grit my teeth at the sudden cold, bearing it until it slowly starts to warm up.
I could’ve stayed in there forever, rubbing my sore muscles and thinking about nothing until my skin was red and raw, but I knew from the lessons my mother had taught me as a child that I couldn’t stay in one place for very long.
And it was already too long.
I sighed, turning off the shower as I dressed in the new clothing. Even the towels were low quality, already fraying at the edges, but I folded the dirty ones and tucked them in the corner anyway.
When I got out, I sorted through my bag for my brush but my hand met something soft and fluffy, something I recognized immediately. I pulled out the large bit of fabric, the scent hitting me all at once.
Tallon’s hoodie.
He’s given it to me after one of our dates and I’d forgotten to give it back. I had to admit I had been using it as a way to deter myself from calling him, from going to him when I was avoiding him.
Now, it felt like a reminder of everything I’d lost.
I bit my bottom lip, struggling not to dissolve into tears yet again as I pressed my nose to the fabric, inhaling the scent that still lingered there. Longingly, I slipped on the hoodie, determined to carry whatever piece of him I still had with me.
I packed my stuff up and took the time to set up the burner phone I’d bought. I’d left my old one at my apartment and I was going to miss it, cracks and all, but it wasn’t safe to keep it with me. I didn’t know if anyone was actually after me, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.
I hoped my mom was safe with my uncles, wherever they were.
I was sure she would be. It was me they were angry at, not her.
As I sat on the bed, unsure of my next move and slowly losing my goddamn mind, I realized I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I couldn’t go to a friend and put them at risk. I couldn’t go to any family members. They would turn me in immediately. And Tallon….
I didn’t know what he would do if I showed up in front of him. But I was sure it wouldn’t be anything good. Eventually, my growling stomach led me to my next stop on the list. I pushed away all of my bad thoughts, focusing on one thing at a time.
I grabbed my valuables, slipping them into the hidden pocket inside the hoodie that I’d found by accident. I had thought it was just like Tallon that all he had stored in there was a couple of mints and my own phone number, the slip of paper now worn and torn with how much he had used it.
I pulled my hair into a low ponytail, stuffing it inside of the hood as I left the hotel room, clutching my keys and my newly bought pepper spray in my left hand. I made my way to the nearest store and luckily, nobody seemed to think I was odd.
I grabbed some hair dye, an ugly shade of blonde, and a little food before making my long walk back to the hotel. My anxiety was at its peak and I kept expecting someone, anyone, to show up and grab me. But nothing happened.
I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.
By the time I got back to the hotel, I was ready to dye my hair and leave for the next town, but as I walked in, the nervous-looking desk clerk waved me over.
“Hey, so um, someone came looking for you,” the clerk said with an anxious look. “I told them you weren’t here but um… just wanted to let you know.”
I swallowed, my heart racing in my chest in both fear and hope. Did my family or some of Tallon’s men find me? Or… perhaps was it Tallon? Was he looking for me himself?
“Who? Do you know what they looked like?” I said urgently, pressing him, but he crumbled like an overbaked cookie.
“No, sorry!” He bowed his head, twiddling his fingers together. “I’m terrible at descriptions! It was a… guy, I think and he had a beard, um, that’s all I remember.”
Beard? It wasn’t Tallon then.
“Thanks anyway.” I nodded at him, glancing around at the empty lobby just to make sure nobody else was there before I headed for my room. The hallways were empty, luckily, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched, that feeling on the back of my neck that I couldn’t ignore.
I hurriedly packed my things, stuffing whatever I could into my bag and pockets. I cracked open the door, checking the hallway one last time before I stepped outside. I shut the door behind me and made my way out of the hotel.
I never saw it coming.
A gloved hand wrapped around my mouth and neck, pulling me backward into a huge body. I screamed, but the hand only shut my jaw forcefully, cutting off my air in the same move. I bit my tongue, tasting blood as I struggled to get away from whoever had grabbed me.
It was like fighting against steel and with no oxygen to my lungs, my vision blurred around the corners as they pinned me against the wall like I weighed nothing. They pulled my arms behind my back, stretching them until I heard a loud pop, and tears poured from my eyes at the shock of pain.
I kicked my legs, threw my head back, and did whatever I could to escape, but it wasn’t enough. My lungs screamed out for oxygen that it wasn’t getting and for a single moment, I thought, ‘Oh, I’m dying.’
And then everything went dark.
*Tallon*
Everywhere and everything reminded me of Natalia. Even when I was sitting at home alone watching TV, my mind was overrun with confusing feelings of love mixed with guilt mixed with sadness.
Looking at the screen, I saw a character with dark brown hair and watery blue eyes walking across a room, speaking in rapid Italian as she argued with her boyfriend, little tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Memories of Natalia hit me like a blow to the chest.
I hated that it was the last image I had of her–her desperate tears as she begged me not to leave, sobbing out that she loved me, so heartbroken like I had never seen her before and–
No. I couldn’t feel that way.
I pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes until I saw stars behind my eyelids, and I tried to push the guilt worming its way into my heart back down the depths where it belonged.
She had lied to me. She hadn’t just betrayed me–that wasn’t even the worst part. She had gotten my men killed, men with families, with the bullshit she pulled, all in the name of her pathetic family.
And she had the nerve to be the one crying, to be heartbroken?
‘But she was forced into it. She said as much.’ As always, a little voice in the back of my head rose in her defense.
