Not your typical story

Belladonna's POV

I was handed a poorly written address, 182 Shipper Drive. I mentally went through my list od addresses, I have been to this place before. It's down town. Great! I roll my eyes as I head for the door. "You need to be back here around 4. I will be waiting," Shawn muttered. I shook my head yes. I walked out of the house and down the street. It would take me about a hour to walk down there. I don't have a phone, never seen the need for one. I have no friends, or family, or one that cares about me. I don't listen to any music. Why? I don't know. I walk past a Starbucks, my belly growls. I forgot to eat this morning, but I don't have any time to stop and try to get anything. I am just another person in the afternoon crowd on the street. Shawn has a weird schedule, first thing, wake up at 12 in the afternoon and run his "business". It is about around 1 when I finally reach CC's house. It is a...nice place, I guess, just not a nice place to live. I knock on the door. "Who is it?" a gruff voice asks. "Belladonna." The door cracks open a little bit. "Ok come in." I push open the door. I instantly get slapped in the face by the over powering smell of weed. I hear the door close behind me. I turn around to look in to the face of a very lit up CC. "Ok so look this..thing you're gonna be doing for Shawn..well there ain't no way out for ya. You have to do this," he says. I fill a chill run up my spine, "Ok...?" CC sits down, "You're gonna have to kill three guys." I felt my stomach drop out my ass. "What," I whisper. "You are gonna have to kill three guys. Did you not hear me? Shawn said you were smart and would be able to do this, I am now starting to second guess what he said." I went from running drugs and what not, to having to kill people. "Ok here, read these. They are a small thing I put together for you so you know what the reason is for each of these guys, what they like to do, where they hang out, what you need to know about them," CC said as he slid three folders across the coffee table, "Oh and if you do a good job on this, people will start paying you for other jobs. Of course that's if you make it out alive." I swear I could hear the devil himself talking, "Bitch you ain't gonna make it! Hell I wouldn't even make it."

I let out a pent up breath, "Ok." I went to walk out. My watch said that I had only been here for 10 mins. "You will be meeting with me twice, just so I make sure you don't fuck this up," CC said as I walked to the door. I was screaming inside, yelling, yelling for help that wouldn't come. I left CC's place and started to head back to Shawn's. He said be back there at 4, my mind warned me. The last time I came back early, I met Satan, or what I thought he would look like.

*Flash Back*
I walked in, closing the door. It was about 5 in the afternoon. I had been running things for Shawn since 4 this morning, and my feet were killing me. The front part of the house was quiet, so I thought that Shawn must be sleeping. I walked towards my "room" and heard screams coming from down the hall. From Shawn's room. "Let go of me!!!" a young woman's voice yelled. Then there was a thud. "Damn it bitch look what you did!" Shawn roared at her. I heard crying. I was scared and my brain was reminding me the rules I had to fallow. Rule number 5: Don't interfere with ANYTHING Shawn is doing. But my heart was screaming for me to help this lady, whoever she is. I started to walk towards his door. Then it flew open and an angry face was glaring at me. Shawn had a busted lip and what seemed to be a had print on his left cheek. I met his eyes for a split second. I seen Hell inside of them, hell, hell, and more burning painful hell. I knew in that moment that I had just placed myself in his hands. I felt a fist make contact with my cheek and force my head to be flung back. Pain rushed to that side of my face. I held back tears. "You aren't supposed to be home until 6!!!" he screamed down at me. I dropped my head down, not answering, for it would be no use. My eyes traveled over to the girl. She was laying crumbled on the floor, a broken vase near her, and blood starting to pool around her. I gulped and stood there. I was finally dismissed to my room. Later that day I had to help hide to body. Shawn had killed her, and I knew he could and would kill me.

*End*

I often thought of that girl, and why Shawn had killed her. I wondered if her family missed her, or even cared. I walked past the Starbucks again. It was barley even 2:30. I decided on going in. I walked in and was welcomed by the fresh smell of coffee. There were two guys behind the counter. "Welcome to Starbucks can I help you," the younger looking guy asked. I read his name tag, "Andy". I ordered a small chocolate chip Frappuccino, and handed over my only five dollar bill. Once I got my coffee, and for once felt safe, I opened up the folder I had gotten form CC. The dudes names were Jinxx, Ashley, and Andy. I almost choked on my coffee. I really hop it ain't the guy I just met. No there has to be more Andys....

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