“I should kick his ass,” a man said. “He had no right to show his fucking face. It’s probably triggering her PTSD or whatever.”
“Or, hear me out,” a woman said. “All the cameras were rolling when she threw a fit today. What if this is all some stunt? She’s being over the top for the movie. You saw the check. She’s getting paid.”
“She is a cam girl,” a man reminded the group.
“Not like that,” the first man, the angry one, defended. “We need to do something about her and that guy.”
“Just let them be. If she wants to be a little whore for the cameras, let her.” A girl laughed and then everyone followed.For the next few minutes, they continued to drag Eisley.Eisley sat frozen with her hands in her lap, listening to every word.
“You want me to say something?” I asked softly.
“No, don’t. I want to go.” She slid off her stool, leaving the untouched beer at her spot.
I quickly tossed a few bills down and stood with her.I looked around for the table her friends sat at, but the booths had tall walls and they must have been on the other side. It wasn’t busy, so it was easy to hear, despite not seeing them.
“Eisley?”We turned to see one of her friends, standing by the bar. “You guys leaving?”
“Yeah, see you around, Spencer.” She kept her head down.
“Woah, is that a tattoo?” Spencer Foxworth, I realized, the one oozing money, stormed over and grabbed her shirt, peeling it away to reveal her shoulder. “When did you do this?” His expression was shocked and then angry.I shoved him back.
“I don’t think she wants you touching her.”
“Who the fuck are you?” He glared at me and then at Eisley. “Did he make you do this? You got a tattoo?”
“Why does it matter?”
“It matters because—” He stopped when the natural redhead came over.
“Eis? Oh, and you. What are you two doing here?”She put on a fake smile.
“We’re leaving,” Eisley snapped.
“Why? Come sit with us.” The pretend friend grinned.
“This jackass branded her,” Spencer snapped. “Look.”
“A tattoo?” The girl raised an eyebrow. “Well, okay. Pop off, queen. We’re going back to the table. Join us if you want.” She looped her arm through Spencer’s and pulled him away.
Eisley didn’t speak the entire car ride home. She got out, thanked me, and went inside without so much as a goodbye or invite inside.I sat for a moment before pulling out and deciding my plans for the evening.
A quick search told me that Spencer Foxworth owned a house in a much more upscale part of town. No surprise there. I parked a few blocks away, grabbed my backpack from the backseat, and walked over. He had no neighbors and the unlocked windows throughout his house told me just how confident he was about his life. I walked through the entire length of his home, and not a single window was locked, but his bedroom door was.
I found a large dog in his living room. I offered the St. Bernard a treat from the bowl in the kitchen I’d seen before I got to him, and he gladly cuddled up to me.While he chewed on his biscuit, I slid my mask on and took the knife from my bag. Together, we waited on the couch for Spencer to return home. Around midnight lights flashed in the windows and I hurried to find a dark spot to surprise him from.The front door opened, and he called for the dog.
“Rudy! I’m home!” The dog came running, vibrating the house as he did. Spencer shut the door. “Good dog. Did you miss me? You gotta go potty?”
The slur in his speech and the stumble in his walk made me question his sobriety. Did he drive home drunk? More reason to kill him tonight.I watched from my spot as Spencer stumbled to the back of the house, letting the dog outside. He closed the door behind him and returned to the living room, looking lost.
I gripped my knife and cracked my neck. He looked like he was a runner.He began flicking on lights. With no dog to give me away, I followed behind and, just for fun, I flipped them all back off. He was so drunk he didn’t notice.
“Ugh, my phone is dead.” He groaned as he started up the stairs, where the locked room was. I wondered what was in there for him to feel the need to keep private. Was he into hard-core shit?He seemed so vanilla.
He struggled with his keys, but finally manage to get it open, and then promptly turned and went the other way.I waited and then hurried into his room and froze.
What the fuck?
“Who the fuck are you?”I spun around and raised my knife.Spencer glared at me, and then his eyes flicked around the room in a panic.“Get the fuck out.”
