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story to those men below.
He’d told them I stayed with someone in this building. It was how he made it inside without any trouble. How he kept my dad in check without throwing up red flags. I didn’t know how long those men had been watching my place, but it was too odd they called moments after my dad came back. Like it was a test or something.
“Job, job!” I said desperately pushing the door open. My father almost hit me but held back when Mrs. Jin pushed her way in and stood between us. She was in her mid-forties, all of four feet tall, but mean as hell. She let most people believe her English was bad, and she noticed little, but I knew better. She was the first and only friend I had in the city, as sad as that may be.
We’d had a lot of long talks about boldness and pride. I was sure it was her that had called the law on my dad when it sounded like a war at our place.
She ignored my father, the overturned lamp, the obvious tension in the air as she went on to scold me. “Sick yesterday. Late today. No job. You go with me or no job. Done. No free ride. Work.”
It took me a second to move into action; it wasn’t until she shrilled, “Shoes” at me that I did move. I rushed to find them. I always forgot half my things when I left because I was partially asleep and more than likely late, but this time, I pushed a few hundreds and my phone in my pocket along with my only key.
My father went to chase me, but Mrs. Jin railed him with her native tongue. I doubted anything she was saying held much weight but the way she said it, how she fussed all around him had him discombobulated.
I tossed a hurt glance at my father as I made it to Mrs. Jin’s side. She gripped my arm then pulled me to the hall. In the elevator, she prowled around me looking me up and down. She usually did so once she pulled me away from my father and his darker moods. This time, her expression was full of curiosity, dismay.
“You glow. Why?” she asked with a tense brow.
I was sure whatever glow I had was vanquished by the red blush that eased down my body as every touch, every stare Slayton had given me over the last twenty-four hours slammed into the forefront of my mind.
I wanted to prepare her for what was going on outside, tell her not to freak if we were approached and if anyone asked to say I stayed with her. But my mind was too scrambled. I had butterflies, not the ‘I’m in trouble’ kind but the ones you have just before you know you’re going to see a boy that can steal your breath with a glance.
Once outside, I heard the distant conversation and someone’s laugh halt. Mrs. Jin eyed Slayton’s bike, then gripped my arm and pulled me down our familiar path. Most days we walked together, but I had gotten lazy recently and slept past my alarm. Which in hindsight is exactly how I ended up with Slayton in the first place.
Slayton tapped the side of the Escalade he was at then turned and strolled toward us.
“No trouble,” Mrs. Jin said as her tiny hand swatted toward him.
“I know him,” I said quietly trying to spare her. “Those guys think I stay with you,” I said just before Slayton made it to us.
Mrs. Jin said something that sounded like a curse. Then when Slayton was by us, she reached up and patted him on the chest like he was a choirboy she was saying hello to. Someone she knew well and had accepted.
“We work,” she said quietly, not eyeing the Escalade but clearly aware we were all being watched.
“I’m taking her,” Slayton said.
“Not safe,” Mrs. Jin said with a critical eye landing on his bike.
Slayton’s top lip twitched, almost into a grin.
“We eat, then she works,” Slayton said with a tick of his head, a sign for me to come to him.
“Safe?” Mrs. Jin asked him with a warm smile, but her voice was anything but. She was a feisty woman, to say the least. Her one word was a demand. She was telling him he better keep me whole. Slayton passed a kind, shallow nod her way.
The Escalade
He’d told them I stayed with someone in this building. It was how he made it inside without any trouble. How he kept my dad in check without throwing up red flags. I didn’t know how long those men had been watching my place, but it was too odd they called moments after my dad came back. Like it was a test or something.
“Job, job!” I said desperately pushing the door open. My father almost hit me but held back when Mrs. Jin pushed her way in and stood between us. She was in her mid-forties, all of four feet tall, but mean as hell. She let most people believe her English was bad, and she noticed little, but I knew better. She was the first and only friend I had in the city, as sad as that may be.
We’d had a lot of long talks about boldness and pride. I was sure it was her that had called the law on my dad when it sounded like a war at our place.
She ignored my father, the overturned lamp, the obvious tension in the air as she went on to scold me. “Sick yesterday. Late today. No job. You go with me or no job. Done. No free ride. Work.”
It took me a second to move into action; it wasn’t until she shrilled, “Shoes” at me that I did move. I rushed to find them. I always forgot half my things when I left because I was partially asleep and more than likely late, but this time, I pushed a few hundreds and my phone in my pocket along with my only key.
My father went to chase me, but Mrs. Jin railed him with her native tongue. I doubted anything she was saying held much weight but the way she said it, how she fussed all around him had him discombobulated.
I tossed a hurt glance at my father as I made it to Mrs. Jin’s side. She gripped my arm then pulled me to the hall. In the elevator, she prowled around me looking me up and down. She usually did so once she pulled me away from my father and his darker moods. This time, her expression was full of curiosity, dismay.
“You glow. Why?” she asked with a tense brow.
I was sure whatever glow I had was vanquished by the red blush that eased down my body as every touch, every stare Slayton had given me over the last twenty-four hours slammed into the forefront of my mind.
I wanted to prepare her for what was going on outside, tell her not to freak if we were approached and if anyone asked to say I stayed with her. But my mind was too scrambled. I had butterflies, not the ‘I’m in trouble’ kind but the ones you have just before you know you’re going to see a boy that can steal your breath with a glance.
Once outside, I heard the distant conversation and someone’s laugh halt. Mrs. Jin eyed Slayton’s bike, then gripped my arm and pulled me down our familiar path. Most days we walked together, but I had gotten lazy recently and slept past my alarm. Which in hindsight is exactly how I ended up with Slayton in the first place.
Slayton tapped the side of the Escalade he was at then turned and strolled toward us.
“No trouble,” Mrs. Jin said as her tiny hand swatted toward him.
“I know him,” I said quietly trying to spare her. “Those guys think I stay with you,” I said just before Slayton made it to us.
Mrs. Jin said something that sounded like a curse. Then when Slayton was by us, she reached up and patted him on the chest like he was a choirboy she was saying hello to. Someone she knew well and had accepted.
“We work,” she said quietly, not eyeing the Escalade but clearly aware we were all being watched.
“I’m taking her,” Slayton said.
“Not safe,” Mrs. Jin said with a critical eye landing on his bike.
Slayton’s top lip twitched, almost into a grin.
“We eat, then she works,” Slayton said with a tick of his head, a sign for me to come to him.
“Safe?” Mrs. Jin asked him with a warm smile, but her voice was anything but. She was a feisty woman, to say the least. Her one word was a demand. She was telling him he better keep me whole. Slayton passed a kind, shallow nod her way.
The Escalade
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