Wolf

White rocks go flying as I stumble down the dirt road. My left hand grips the right side of my lower stomach.

The pain is slowly growing worse. Warm liquid flows out on to my hand and down my arm driping off of my elbow.

You gotta keep moving ,I tell myself, you're almost there. Where is there, to Happy he'll help. I stumble once again my knees hit the hard ground, my vision blurs, no this is not how I die. I force myself to my feet.

I don't know how long I walk the sun is almost setting but still I continue on. Finally after forever and a day I see the building I longed for. My feet scrape the pavement parking lot . I continue on breathing heavy.

As I reach the door, my vision blurs once again, I stumble and fall in to the swinging door landing on my knees, a hundred eyes turn towards me in an instant. "Help me please Happy" my voice is rough and it feels like I swallowed glass.

I blink trying to clear my eyesight to no avail. Suddenly I feel hands grip my shoulders "hey darling it's me i gotcha" Happys voice slide over my mind like a blanket "Happy" I reach out to him with my bloody hand. The whole world goes black.

My eyes feel heavy,and my headaches. "Ugh" I grumble out. I need some water, as if God heard my prayer I feel a straw against my lips. I eagerly take a sip. The pain in my throat becomes manageable. I slowly open my eyes. "Happy" my voice is still rough.

"Hey darling how are you feeling?" His graying eyebrows scrunched in concern, light pink lips down turned,blue eyes peirceing into my gray. "I've been better."my voice clears a little.

I sit and take in my dad's best friend that I haven't seen since I was sixteen. His once short black hair was now long and slightly graying, and his face became more wrinkled with age. It's been seven years too long.

He's face contorted to worry as he went to speak. I know what question he was gonna ask. I held my hand up to stop him blood still coated my hand. " Let me take a shower fist and I'll tell you" he sighed "okay just don't irritate the cut".

He pointed at a door in the corner of the room" that's the bath room, I'll get you some clothes from the bar girls, towels are in the closet" I nod my head in understanding.

The bathroom was small but clean, with grey walls, white tile floors,and a mirror hanging above the sink.

As I walk to the shower I stop at the mirror. Good God I look like I was chewed up and spite out by a grizzly bear. My once red hair is now brown,sticking out of my bun, completely in a knot.

My gray eyes look tired, one eye was completely black. The once untouched skin of my face was littered with cuts and bruises. Thankfully my nose ring was still in place on the left side of my button nose.

Sighing in realization of how bad I look I undid my bun, starting the water and finding the perfect temperature.

I strip out of the ripped cloth I once called clothes, I then step into the the water.

Relief flows over me starting from my head to my toes. The water washing off of me as black. I look around to find the shampoo, conditioner,bath soap and wash rag sitting on a self.

After I finish showering;I get out and grab two towels and wrap one around my body and the other in my hair.

I peek out the door to see clothes on the bed, no one else in the room, I slowly walk over to the bed room door and lock it.

I approach the bed to see soon underwear and a couple diffrent sized bras with a note that says freshly wash never worn.

I slip them on quickly and focus my attention to the outfit.

A black v neck t-shirt cut at the mid drift that says angel on it in white,a pair of light blue jean shorts,on the ground lay two pairs of shoes, high heals and black tennis shoes with thigh high black socks.

Dry my hair and dress the shorts show the bottom of my ass, the shirt covers to just above my bellybutton only the top of my breast show. I slip on the socks that come just above my knee and the tennis shoes.

I grad the towels I used and return to the bathroom. Throwing them in to the hamper I turn to the mirror, collecting all of my hair I pull it into a messy bun on top of my head and pull some hair out to frame my face.

Looking down I see the bandage covering my wound was wet, carefully peeling it off I reveal it.

Oh my God it was so ugly. it was really bruised , jagged and wrinkled from being wet. I throw the wrap away and walk out the room into a long hallway. Looking left to right, what way do I go. As if God heard my prayer loud booming laughter echoed from the left.

I shut the door behind me. As I ventured farther down the hall I hear more voices and laughs. I came to an wide door frame that on the other side was the bar I stumbled in too.

Leaning against the frame unnoticed I scanned the room, my eyes locked on to Happy. He was sitting next to an man about his age, the man had a long graying beard with short cut white hair and a cigar hanging from his lips as he talked. Slowly I made my way over.

Touching Happys shoulder I spoke "Hey Happy" he turned around with a smile on his face but it quickly fell as he scanned my outfit. "What the fuck are you wearing?" His voice can out shocked.

Scoffing I said" This is what was on the bed." He shook his head and scoffed "Maggie was supposed to get you clothes that covered you more." What's wrong with it I like it."

"Nothings wrong with it, you look like one of the bar girls." A clearing of throat stopped our conversation. The man Happy was talking to staired at us expectingly" oh my bad this is my God kid Eros, Eros this is the president of the club Mike" smiling I stuck my hand out.