Kloe is a black American who worked for some illegal people and getting money illegally. She later escapes from those people and wants to start a new life but she eropes with her boss' large amount of money. The boss is always after her but suddenly...
Kloe then looked at Simon who looked scared. He couldn't imagine seeing someone sturb another with a knife fearless.
What? You are scared of me? Kloe asked.
What kind of a person are you? You can kill someone so easily, Simon said.
Kloe smiled.
If you are scared, why didn't you ran away? Aren't you afraid that I may also do harm to you? She asked smiling.
I was ofcourse scared but I believe you are a good person, you can't kill anyone without a reason, he said trying to act strong.
What makes you think that way? She asked passing her hands in her hair.
Because although you sturbed that man, you still treated his wounds and that's makes you a good killer, he said smiling.
What is I wanted to put a show for you to convince you that I am a good person when I am not, she asked.
Then... go and die with your questions, he said sounding so angry.
Kloe looked at him with amazement and smiled.
She then walked away. She later came with rag and water. She cleaned where she had messed with blood and aslo cleaned the knife and then walked away. She then went and changed her clothes because some were stained with blood and came back and sat far away from Simon. Simon closed looked at her, what she was wearing and how she was sitting. She wasn't this normal girl. She wore men's clothes and no one would deny that she was a tomboy.
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Are you really a black American, he asked.
Yeah, why?
You don't look like one. You are too much of a white, he said.
Sure, she smiled.
So what's your name anyway? He broke the silence.
Am Kloe, she said trying to be humble.
Kloe, ok... such a tough girl. Do you still have parents? He asked.
Kloe first kept silent.
No, they all died in a car accident when I was 8 years, she said almost crying.
Oh, sorry. So where did you grow up from, he asked.
On the streets but when I was 13, a man named Keem came and taught me how to protect myself and educated me up to my high school and as I reached 16, I started selling drugs, he was my boss. I was the mast loved person there because I did my work perfectly well, Kloe said looking away.
So why does he want to kill you now?
Because, I ran away when I was 22 years. Am now 23, so it's one year agao. As I worked for him, I used to steal some of his money and save some because I had considered living him. I was tired of that life, always being chanced by the police and also killing so many people. I was really tired of all that bullshit so l escaped from him with the money. He then came to know about it. He either wants me to work for him or kill me so I have stayed here, no one knows about me, she said emotionally.
