THE GIRL HE SPARED

CHAPTER ONE

Fallon

Age Twenty one

Bullets whizzed above my head. The scream escaped my mouth without warning as I ran, trying to hide before I got hit. I saw blue eyes, glassy and still, swirling around in my head like a loose cannon ball.

The sound of my phone ringing woke me up from a pile of sweat. “s**t,” I hissed as I grabbed it. Five missed calls and a single text from Tracy that read, you better be ready.

It was already midnight, and I was bone tired, but I needed this job. I got off quickly, had a cold shower and changed into a pair of clean jeans and a tank top. Now, all I had to do was have some dinner and I was good to—

“Are you f*****g kidding me?” I screamed, my eyes opened in shock. There was no way, no ducking way this b***h actually ate the last of my spaghetti.

“Did you eat this?” I pushed open my roommates door, staring daggers at her.

She raised her head slightly, bored. “Yeah, I got hungry.”

“Well if you get hungry, you make your own damned food,” I hissed. “You don't eat my food.”

“Here,” she threw some cash at my face. “Go get something to eat, poor girl.”

My face burned red. “You are so lucky I am late for work,” I hissed as I heard the knock on the door. “Eat my food again b***h, I dare you.”

“Whatever,” her voice followed me as I moved into our small shared hostel space. I cursed her beneath my breath, opening the door for Tracy.

“Please tell me you are ready,” she groaned.

“Yes, yes I am,” I replied, grabbing my apron. Tracy was my only best friend in college, and honestly the only girl I got along with. It took her three months to get a hello from me, but five years later, here we are inseparable.

I slammed my door behind me. '“Gee, what did the grinch do again?” Tracy asked, already used to my roommate's shenanigans.

“She stole my food.”

“At least it's not your underwear this time,” she sighed, opening the door to her old car. It smelt like pie and strawberries, and I sucked in a deep breath. “God tell me you have food,” I groaned.

“Left a slice of pie for you,” she laughed, pushing the pie into my hands. “Oh my God, thank you,” I moaned, digging in.

“So,” I said with a mouthful of food. “What exactly is this deal?”

“Well, we are waiters for a small exclusive party. And afterwards, for some extra bucks, we can clean up the place, but I don't think I am going to be doing that. Will you?”

“Count me in,” I answered, disposing of the pie wrapper. “I need all the extra cash.”

“Cool then.”

I brought out my dingy iPhone and checked my messages. “Still nothing from Troy?”

“No. I swear, it seems he is more angry now than last time.”

“You should dump him,” she began her long tirade. “Honestly the guy is no good for you.

My boyfriend, Troy Jacobs, was a popular party boy and player on campus. I met him at a party Tracy had I had worked at two years ago, and we had been together ever since. “He will come around,” I mumbled, sending him another quick text.

I looked up at the road. “Where exactly is this party anyway?”

“At the Upper East side.”

My heart froze. “Really?” K asked, sinking into my seat a bit. “How did you get such a gig?”

“I know a guy,” Tracy smiled. “He was very happy to hook me up, when I told him that I needed extra money this weekend.”

The upper east side was the side rich people lived and existed, their money flowing more than the Pacific Ocean. Filled with skyscrapers that almost touched the skies and fancy cars, I was skeptical. It also didn't help that I had never set foot here since I was eight.

It's not time yet.

Antonio’s voice rang in my head for the millionth time. It was never time with him, and I respected and trusted him with my life, so I had obeyed his instructions.

He would be pissed about this. Well, f**k him. It was time for me to live my life and out my stupid past behind me.

“Let's f*****g party,” I grinned.

Tracy drove to a parking garage. “What is the name of this club exactly?” I asked, stepping out of the car.

“It's the Sensual Nights,” she squealed. “I'm sorry I know how you are about rich people, but come on. It was an amazing gig, and it's just for a single night Fallon. Think how much you could make.”

I nodded, my heart racing. What were the chances that I would actually see anyone that remembered me? I had changed my looks completely, my hair was cut shorter than normal, and I always wore brown contacts, hiding my blue eyes. “Okay.”

We walked into the door from the back, headed to the kitchen. “Welcome, Tracy,” a man covered in tattoos smiled, greeting us. He had a small piercing over his eye brow, and he was wearing a pair of jeans and singlets.

“This is my friend, Fall—”

“Fay,” I interjected. “My name is Fay.”

“Nice to meet you Fay,” the man said. “Okay girls, you need to get changed. Here are your clothes,” he pushed some clothes into Tracy’s hands. “The bathroom is just that way, and when you change, I'll tell you what floor you are on.”

“Thank you, Graham,” Tracy sang. “Fay?” She asked, turning to me.

“I don't want to give them my real name,” I shrugged. “Plus, I can get to be someone else tonight.”

Tracy laughed. “That is the spirit. To pretend we are rich.”

I quickly entered the stalk and held up the clothing Graham had given us. “Um, Tracy?” I called.

“Yes boo?”

“Do you think Graham forgot to give us the complete clothes?”

“Nope,” she popped. My eyes widened at the bra and the mini skirt that seemed to be only a half yard of the black leather cloth. I closed my eyes, sucked in a deep breath and took my shirt off.

By the time I came out, Tracy was already changed. “Damn girl,” she whistled.

“I feel naked.”

“Um, no, you you look so f*****g amazing. That skirt on you.”

“It's so short,” I wailed, spinning around. The black lacy bra had pushed my boobs higher than usual, and the skirt barely stopped at my ass. “I can feel the breeze.”

“You are going to give us a lot of tips,” Tracy said, opening her purse. “Come here.”

I stood still and allowed her to apply body glitter all over my body. When she was done, she ran her hands through my hair, and then she applied gloss.

We walked out together, running into Graham once more. “Oh my God, you did not tell a single lie, Trace.”

“I told you she was amazing,” she giggled. “Now, where do you want us?”

“Both of you are in the VIP section, babies. I hope you have experience in handling spoiled brats,” he said, walking in front of us.

“Can you do this?”

I shrugged, raising my head up. Everything was going fine, there was nothing to be scared of. “Let's go.”