Close to the End

*Natalie*

I feel so good after changing out of that horrible dress.

I stand there looking at it for a while then a thought crosses my mind.

I smile and pick up the box cutter not far from me.

I hold the box cutter to the dress and pause momentarily.

This is going to get me in big trouble.

But who gives a fuck? I'm always in trouble anyway.

With all the hatred in my heart for the cloth and the embarrassing moments I had the entire day, even indirectly getting called a call girl.

That particular memory fuels my hand and I shred the cloth in numerous sides so it's not reparable in any way.

When I'm done venting on the dress, I hold it up to see my handwork.

I smile again with hatred visible in all my being.

Just then, I hear the sound of banging.

I guess the drunk man is awake and I hurriedly step out so I can stop whatever is going on before I get blamed for it all.

And also to thank the suited man for standing up for me earlier.

I step out right into something else.

It takes my mind a second to react to the atmosphere in the bar.

There are men, armed men, standing by the door with more close to the door where I am.

A man who seems to be the lead walks up to me.

I gulp visibly but I don't move an inch so I don't get clobbered by the bat in his hand.

He reaches me and checks me out.

Thank goodness I had changed out of that dress, things could have been worse.

"You're obviously not Eve..."

Yeah.

I can't ever be Eve. I have a conscience unlike her.

Just then, Eve emerges from behind me.

There is a staircase in the room behind the door that leads upstairs.

I guess she came down from there.

Seeing her made the man in front of me push me aside.

Oh God.

At this rate, I'll die.

Maybe my accident will make them close the bar?

Knowing Eve, she will just market the bar by using advantage of my death so by all means, my death will not be worth anything.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone catches me.

Fuck.

Its grey hoodie this time. What is with this man and me?

Curiosity takes over me as I want to see the face hiding in the hoodie. I lean down ever so slightly and see the lower part of his face.

Wow. For a jerk, he certainly has nice and well done features. I jerk out of it but by that time, he coldly drops me to the ground and walks away.

He is wearing a male fancy shoe.

I am going to remember those shoes anywhere from now on.

I fall down slightly hard but it could have been worse had I fallen on the counter top.

I simply graze my forehead...