(Companion to After Prom)
Is life ever simple? About a month ago my girlfriend’s girlfriend moved in with us. How did that become my life? She had stayed with us for about three days, but when she went home she found her girlfriend had moved out and taken everything. With nothing to go back too she moved in with us. In that time, she has changed her look and found an acting job. When I first met Cindy, she had nasty unwashed dark red dreadlocks and was pierced in every way you could be pierced. On her official first day living with us she had cut the dreads and washed the color out of her hair. She was in a costume of sorts. The had an audition for a television show about women in their twenties and thirties dealing with life outside of prison. Think of it as Orange is the New Black after they get out of jail. She was auditioning for a stereotypical lesbian role with the men’s clothing and masculine demeanor. She doesn’t like the visual but a job is a job.
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Last month, she has started to shoot the show. She also has edited a sex video my girlfriend Christina talked me into. It now has special effects and original music. Cindy says she wrote and played the music but I don’t see how. Christina and I had to explain to her about Christina’s father. He was a hit man for the Russian mob and turned into an informant. This made Christina a target for the mob. That video can’t see the light of day or people will find her.
About a month ago I was shot on the job. After some time off I was back to work. It was limited duty on a day shift. I sit and watch monitors who intern watch the ally, hallways, and lobby of the new secure hotel. One supervisor said they may have found my new position with the company. because her I can’t shoot anyone. I wouldn’t be too sure of that. Another week of this and the term Postal may just find me.
I went home to find Christina and Cindy with some friends all watching the video. Our video. Somehow my twisted mind went to orgy instead of angry. I just realized I needed to just roll with it. I never wanted the traditional relationship and Christina just isn’t traditional in the slightest. When I first met her, she had long blonde hair with black edges. Later, she dyed the tips red to make it look like her head was on fire with the blonde acting as the smoke. And yes, she was hot. She kind of looks like Kristen Stewart. While I was at work she cut her hair. The red and black were gone. She was now Stewart’s doppelganger. She said that they had a special code so they could watch Cindy’s show before it was officially aired and they wanted to watch a comedy before the show.
The next day I was going to my prison cell of an office when I saw trouble. In the door was very special FBI Agent Sampson. This man has tried to make my life difficult. Also, he is my girlfriend’s uncle. He had with him a wide eyed young blonde girl with him covered in blood. She was too young to be an agent. Sampson said her name was Jennifer and she was under the protection of the FBI. It seems that she was a target of a Hitler worshiping cult. They had tried to kill her and her friends at a pool party in the high school. The ones that survived tried to kill her two nights ago at the prom. Until they could round up the rest she would be in protection. He said, “I couldn’t think of a better place than a hotel guarded by this company.” Then he said something that shook my world. He said, “I want you in charge of her security so I know it will be done right.” Holly shit that sounded like a compliment.
She looked stunned. Sampson said, “take it easy on her most of her friends died last night and her boyfriend was critically wounded. Some people just see too much.” He then looked at me and asked how stripes was doing. Stripes was his nickname for Christina. I said, “the stripes are gone. She cut her hair short. You might not recognize her.” He said, “it would be nice if she grew up a little and make better life choices.” And with that he was back. Sampson introduced us and said I was responsible for her security. I put my hand on his shoulder just to annoy him and said, “don’t worry we are the best at what we do.” It worked. I told her we were trying to locate her parents. She asked about a guy named Zander. I said we would look into it or something like that.
She kept eyeing me. It felt a little uncomfortable especially because she looks like a younger Christina. She asked me about Sampson and his dislike for me. I used this time to tell her about my girlfriend and how hot she is. Then She gave me this look and called me a perv for dating someone in her twenties. Just how old does she think I am. We made it to the floor. I opened the security door and showed her to the best room on the floor.
After I left her I went down to the security room and checked all the cameras as well as the back footage for any tails and suspicious vehicles. An alert went off on the fifth floor. I turned to the cameras and saw nothing at first. Then I saw a bundle of something. I rewound the footage and saw the girl toss her blood covered clothing out into the hall in a ball. I don’t think she was in her right mind or thinking about the security because she opened the door butt ass naked. Seeing that made me think of Christina even more. Then I deleted the footage.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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