How Did You Get Here

The place where all sorts of uneventful things happened in the bar. He promised himself she wasn't there. He hoped and prayed he wouldn't find her there, despite the fact that he wished more than anything at this moment to find her.

If he found her here, he would only be met with one thing. An ungodly sight he would never hope for, even in his nightmare.

All the goons who jail had become a second home for them frequented this area of the bar. The ladies that accompanied them were not less in crime.

And his hear thumped, he found a hard time to breath as he walked past those figures, his eyes scanning every girl in his sight. And he'd let out a sigh of relief when he found out it wasn't her. How ironic.

But he continued making his way anyways. And as he walked deeper into the alley that stretched after the back door, his heart would ease when none of the females turned out to be her.