Run

1.

Quickly but cautiously, I pushed the key into the lock. Once opened I slipped inside, checking to make sure the hallway was clear before I locked the door.
I let out a sigh. Stop being so paranoid. I scolded myself. I didn't have control over it. Paranoia was going to be my constant companion, possibly for the rest of my life.

I put my keys on the hook. I let out a loud yawn.

"Just me, myself, and I." I mumbled to myself. My little apartment was adorned with little furniture and decor. My couch was a basic gray color, which sat against the wall facing the book self.
I didn't have a Tv, all I had was my computer. Netflix was my best friend.

I didn't need much, I was only going to be here for a month or two. I didn't plan on staying long.

My phone buzzed in my pants pocket. Majority of me wanted to ignore it. I needed to start watching Making a Murderer. A small part was curuious and didn't want to be rude.

"Hello?" I answered.

"It's Joey. Look I need you to come in tonight. Tiffany quit and Xuri took the night off." His groggy voice poured through the phone.
Joey was a middle aged man, extremely overweight, and smoked his lungs out.
"I can't, I worked a double yesterday. I have things to do." I said as I scrolled through my options. Law and Order sounded good. Oh, but so did Bad Boys with Will Smith.

"I'm pretty sure those things will be hard to do with a slimming pay check. Or even a nonexistent pay check." Joey mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed.

"Be here by 7:00, don't be late." I looked at the clock. It was 6:30.

"Joe I can't make on time! It's-.."
Before I could get another word in Joey had already hung up the phone.

Joey knew I was low on funds and used that information to his advantage. That was the only reason I scrambled to put on my uniform.

My khaki shorts, white tennis shoes, and my black polo that said 'Joey's Diner'.

I dashed out the door with my keys, phone and bus fare.
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7:10 the clock read as I stepped into the dinner.

I walked to the back to place my things in the locker.

"You come 10 minutes late. You leave 10 minutes late." Joey laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Joey had brown greasy hair, a dirty white t-shirt and wondering eyes.
The night dragged on. Serving costumers, being bored.
A man in a dark tailored suit walked in alone. He seemed graceful and well mannered as I took his order. Black coffee to start. As I walked away he called,

"Debbie." I froze. I almost forgot.

"Yes sir?"

"The tag is sticking out of your shirt." He informed me.

"Oh thank you!" I let out a breath of relief. After I served him his food I went on break.
He gave me a weird vibe that I just couldn't shake. Granted he called me Debbie because of my name tag. But there was something else. Was it my paranoia or my issues with men in general? I didn't know.

When walking back through the kitchen I bumped into Joey.

"Ahh Shit!" He yelled as the coffee he held was all over his shirt.

"I am so sorry!" I actually felt some remorse for spilling blazing hot coffee!

"Get out the damn kitchen!" I hurried away. Before I was out the door I heard him mumble.

"You better hope you were worth it Sabrina."

Sabrina. My breath in my throat. I looked over to the man in the tailored suit. He was on the phone. My heart rate picked up. This couldn't be happening. I quietly went to locker to grab my phone.

I thought I was careful. I laid low.

I told no one that I was leaving. Joey obviously knew what was going down. It was best if I got a head start.

Once out the back down I ran a couple of blocks away from the diner before catching a taxi.
Unfortunately I had one of those taxi drivers who didn't obey driving laws. Fortunately he was driving fast.
I threw the money at him. Which I knew was less then enough.

I ran into my apartment. Not bothering to take the elevator. Instead I jogged up the side staircase.

I didn't have time to slow down. I grabbed my prepared bag, and a black jacket, before ducking out onto the fire escape.
I flagged down another taxi to take me to the train station. I needed to get out of here.
'How could this have happened' I asked myself as the taxi driver stopped at a red light. He gave me a questionable look as he noticed me ducking down. I couldn't take any chances. What if they were close on my trail? No doubt they were following me.

I threw an 20 dollar bill at the man as we pulled up in front of the train station.

I spotted two men in suits near the right side if the building. I pulled my hood up and walked with a group of people. Before I could even take another step a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Scream and I will shoot you," the man whispered in my ear. I froze.

What was I supposed to do?

We calmly walked away to a black Escalade. As soon as the gunman opened to door I pushed it into him.

My rebellion was cut short by the pressing metal against my head.

"So glad you could make it." An unfamiliar voice accompanied by an unfamiliar face greeted me.

"Who are you?" I spat as I sat down next to him.

"I think the real question is who are you? You've been going as Debbie Wilcox as I understand it."
I remained silent. I looked out the window.

The Miami train station faded from view.

"You're going to tell me everything you know." Mystery Man instructed.

"Well the sky is blue. Grass is green. I'm hungry and you are idiot if you think I'm going tell you anything else," my voice laced with sarcasm.

I was taken back by his deep chuckle.
The but of his gun made contact with the back of my head. Darkness consumed my vision and I was unconscious.