Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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I didn't want to go home, but I knew Kassie was going to insist on it until I said yes. She even let me know I'd still get paid the full eight hours, which was really sweet of her to do. It was only when I made it home, did I realize that the home I was going back to, wasn't really much of a home at all.
I had yet to get furniture. I told myself that was something I would do as soon as I found the time to. I also wanted to get some fresh paint for the walls, considering I tore most of the wallpaper off. There were water stains all over the corners of the ceiling that I thought I could try to cover up.
Maybe if I painted them, they'd just go away? I laughed at my backwards thinking.
There was a hardware store not too far from here and the bar. Even though this place was a shit hole, I was still grateful that the location was so conveniently close to everything. A car was so not in the question right now. Being sent home today meant I had the rest of this evening and all of tomorrow off since Kassie said the next day I'd be working was Friday. I thought I'd be working with Howard tomorrow, but she told me I should probably take a day to figure out my nose.
"Goddamn it!" I outwardly cursed as soon as a realization hit me.
The ice pack I had meant to grab, was still back at Fight Club.
I'm such an idiot.
I sighed, making the walk of shame into my kitchen as began the desperate attempt of finding something cold to put on my nose. All I had in the fridge at the moment was a bag of food Ben put together for me, and a bottle of water. I could try freezing the water, I thought.
Those thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
I hesitated, honestly wondering who it could possibly be. I hadn't met anyone here yet, and I wasn't expecting anything delivered... plus it was almost approaching ten at night. I felt that all too familiar feeling of my heart quickening in pace. My palms began to sweat uncontrollably.
It... it wasn't him right?
My body stilled first a moment.
No, I told myself firmly. He doesn't know you're here. No one does.
Once I made it to the door, I took a look through the peephole. Who I saw standing across from me was possibly the last person I could ever expect to see here. Literally. My sweaty hands gripped the knob tight, preparing myself as I yanked it open.
Blonde hair blue eyes was standing in the hallway still in the same workout clothes I had seen him in earlier. He was holding an ice pack in his hand. I glanced down at the ice pack, then back up at him.
"Hi." He spoke first.
"Hi." I replied just a smidge bit too quickly. "What are you doing here?" As soon as those words left my lips, I damn near smacked myself. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that-" blonde hair blue eyes was quick to wave it off.
