Killing a baby

Date = 10 April

Place = San Francisco (Inferno) (7-Eleven)

POV - Aria

“I’ll go get my car and meet you in front of the VIP entrance,” Mel holds up her car keys and shakes them to reinforce her statement. I smile and nod my head. I fucking love that girl. She leaves me in the staff room to change and get my stuff ready.

I didn’t even need to ask permission to end my shift earlier, ‘cause Enrique found us in here, still bedazzled by what we heard between Brian and Graham, and literally ordered me to leave. I look at my hands holding my purse. They’re still a little shaky. I’ve never done something like that … it’s not me. I’m not a physical type of fighter. The only other person I’ve ever laid a hand upon was that stupid reporter a while back. Okay, both of them deserved it, but still.