It was mid-July and the hot pavement hit my bare feet with every step I took but I was used to it by now. The heavy bus fumes filled my nostrils as I walked about Nashville. The bright lights bounced off my eyes acting as a mirror or a reflection. With my water bottle in hand and my guitar on my back, I walked about the city wide-eyed as I had never seen such beauty. I walked through the city as if I knew where I was going. I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that I had to get to Kentucky. I didn't know why I was drawn to Kentucky but that's where I was meant to be. And that's where I was going. That's all that mattered.
Headphones on I made my way to the edge of the street I looked both ways before I stepped on the pavement. Before my foot made an imprint/settled on the ground a man spoke. I sat on the edge of the pavement and pulled out my water bottle as the warm water trickled down my throat.
Y/n had no ID, passport, not even birth certificate to prove she was real or even American. She didn't even know her own name. Birks, there's something about his manners. He had looked agitated his hands shaking as he put the lid of the box over me caressing, pushing my hair to fit in the box as if tho he had other things on his mind keeping him occupied.
Every time Birks put the lid of this so-called man-made box over me I would hold my breath for I did not like small spaces. I did not mind small spaces before but when this started happening I developed this irrational fear of small/tight spaces. This 6'6 of a man carefully but slowly placed the top of the lid over me when the doorbell rang and he stopped looking over his left shoulder leaving me alone again in this silent room. This was no room it was some sort of crawl space I believe I looked through the crack between the top of the lid and the back of the box as he had left it slightly open. I breathed heavily with wide eyes as I thought and thought again if I should run. For a moment I forgot how to walk or run I even forgot to speak.
I pushed the top of the lid off of me as I turned a corner and turned another corner feeling as if I was not going to make it to the end. It felt like a maze. It felt like I was going in circles I had finally made it down to a door slightly ajar. I slowly opened this door with my left hand as it creaked open. Walking out of this so-called room/maze there was a set of stairs across this door which I assumed were on a second level of some sort. Puttin' one forward on the wood flooring cracking underneath me.
Birks, toward over me with great prosperity and girth. He would only stare into my eyes for a millisecond before looking away. Yet I would stare at him with great intensity so is to let him see me less scared. Nonetheless it never really worked. My knees would buckle every time for he and I developed a 'relationship'. When this 'relationship was established between us I made sure is to 'pull the rug from under his feet' and surprise him. To deceive him. However, I began to have feelings for em and can you blame me I was once a child stuck with someone who was the only other person around. I grew up with him. He raised me. He raised me and planted a seed that soon would grow into a soon-to-be beautiful flower.
'The old dog' (BIRKS)
FLASHBACK
*GUNS ABLAZE* OPEN FIRE! Miller's farm is in danger guns opened fire captain. What would you have us do? CAPTAIN? Good God *the captain takes his sunglasses off* they all looked like a giant of a man who seemed to tower over everyone he was as tall as the trees
