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Author: Felicite Lilly
six year old woman should be. Nope. I hid in a hole, a.k.a. my apartment, most days and the days I had to go outside of my safe haven, I hid in my well constructed shell: my head.
For some reason Kellan had gotten me out of my hole for a day, into the sun, and I should’ve been grateful. Instead I pushed him when he hugged me. I laughed humorlessly and ran my hands over my face, thinking that there was no way after my strange behavior that Kellan would’ve followed me into the bar. He probably packed up his nice-ass rental and went back to his hotel.
I turned around and saw him just as he came through the front doors. Guess I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was raised in a family of mobsters. But who was I to judge?
I ran away from home when I was sixteen. My home life wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible. Most of the time, my mom and dad simply ignored me. It hurt me when I was younger and then pissed me off when I hit puberty. Why hang around if you were invisible? I floated my way around the east coast and when I was twenty one I settled in Baltimore, Maryland for about three years. After that, well I’d rather not voluntarily think about what happened the day that changed me forever.
When I had moved to Vegas I had taken solace in the bar I now stood in. It was nice to be back here. The entire bar was a warehouse, but it had a warmth and style to it that was all Lynn. The lights in the bar were all made with beer and wine bottles. The tables littering the floor were made with bottle caps and cans. You’d think it would look like a frat boy’s room but it didn’t. The place had style. It was what had gotten The Strip noticed in the first place.
I scanned the bar for Lynn. She’d better have waited for me.
“I’m sorry,” Kellan’s deep voice said from behind me.
Guilt bloomed in me. It wasn’t Kellan’s fault. It was mine for having a train wreck for a brain.
“Nothing to be sorry for.”
I looked over my shoulder to find him looking confused, I got that a lot. It was a good look on him though. I wanted tell him it was okay. But I still didn’t know him well enough to allow myself to do something like that.
“I shouldn’t have just grabbed you out of the blue.”
It looked like it was paining Kellan to apologize and I smiled at him. I got the feeling Kellan didn’t apologize much.
“Apology accepted,” I said, trying to get him to drop it.
“Well, I don’t know why he’s apologizing but if you hurt my girl, I will take your balls and put them in a jar next to my bed.”
Lynn stood off to the side, looking as amazing as she always did when she was threatening a man’s balls. It happened more often than you would think. She had dark red and black hair, that was always up in a fifty’s style do. She was also tatted up and pierced. She looked a lot like that girl on that reality tattoo show on T.V. She was beautiful, inside and out.
She had taken me in when I had first gotten to Vegas. Initially, I was a bar back. I didn’t really have to deal with the public and it worked well for me, for a while. Then I needed more money. I was late more often and Lynn pulled me into her office to get the story of what was going on. I told her I had to take the bus because my car died and I couldn’t afford to fix it.
Lynn had never been one to hand anything out. She believed in hard work and earning what you got. So she offered to make me a bar tender. I agreed and earned enough money that first week to fix my car. The pay difference from a bar back to bar tender was night and day. I made a ton of money working in her bar and would’ve stayed there if a creepy regular hadn’t followed Lynn and I out of the bar one night.
We had been walking to our cars, the last ones out the door, of course, and he had followed us out. He was drunk and tried to feel me up. Lynn grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, slammed him to the ground and sat on top of him. She
For some reason Kellan had gotten me out of my hole for a day, into the sun, and I should’ve been grateful. Instead I pushed him when he hugged me. I laughed humorlessly and ran my hands over my face, thinking that there was no way after my strange behavior that Kellan would’ve followed me into the bar. He probably packed up his nice-ass rental and went back to his hotel.
I turned around and saw him just as he came through the front doors. Guess I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was raised in a family of mobsters. But who was I to judge?
I ran away from home when I was sixteen. My home life wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible. Most of the time, my mom and dad simply ignored me. It hurt me when I was younger and then pissed me off when I hit puberty. Why hang around if you were invisible? I floated my way around the east coast and when I was twenty one I settled in Baltimore, Maryland for about three years. After that, well I’d rather not voluntarily think about what happened the day that changed me forever.
When I had moved to Vegas I had taken solace in the bar I now stood in. It was nice to be back here. The entire bar was a warehouse, but it had a warmth and style to it that was all Lynn. The lights in the bar were all made with beer and wine bottles. The tables littering the floor were made with bottle caps and cans. You’d think it would look like a frat boy’s room but it didn’t. The place had style. It was what had gotten The Strip noticed in the first place.
I scanned the bar for Lynn. She’d better have waited for me.
“I’m sorry,” Kellan’s deep voice said from behind me.
Guilt bloomed in me. It wasn’t Kellan’s fault. It was mine for having a train wreck for a brain.
“Nothing to be sorry for.”
I looked over my shoulder to find him looking confused, I got that a lot. It was a good look on him though. I wanted tell him it was okay. But I still didn’t know him well enough to allow myself to do something like that.
“I shouldn’t have just grabbed you out of the blue.”
It looked like it was paining Kellan to apologize and I smiled at him. I got the feeling Kellan didn’t apologize much.
“Apology accepted,” I said, trying to get him to drop it.
“Well, I don’t know why he’s apologizing but if you hurt my girl, I will take your balls and put them in a jar next to my bed.”
Lynn stood off to the side, looking as amazing as she always did when she was threatening a man’s balls. It happened more often than you would think. She had dark red and black hair, that was always up in a fifty’s style do. She was also tatted up and pierced. She looked a lot like that girl on that reality tattoo show on T.V. She was beautiful, inside and out.
She had taken me in when I had first gotten to Vegas. Initially, I was a bar back. I didn’t really have to deal with the public and it worked well for me, for a while. Then I needed more money. I was late more often and Lynn pulled me into her office to get the story of what was going on. I told her I had to take the bus because my car died and I couldn’t afford to fix it.
Lynn had never been one to hand anything out. She believed in hard work and earning what you got. So she offered to make me a bar tender. I agreed and earned enough money that first week to fix my car. The pay difference from a bar back to bar tender was night and day. I made a ton of money working in her bar and would’ve stayed there if a creepy regular hadn’t followed Lynn and I out of the bar one night.
We had been walking to our cars, the last ones out the door, of course, and he had followed us out. He was drunk and tried to feel me up. Lynn grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, slammed him to the ground and sat on top of him. She