Elena
I made it to work.
Mike is insistent that I text him when I leave the house, when I get to work, when I leave work, and when I get home. At least he lets me drive my own car – an agreement we finally came to.
On my way, he texts back.
We agreed that either he or one of his brothers would sit in McDonald's all the livelong days of my shift for protective purposes.
Pushing myself out of my little Saturn, I smooth down my black pants and a light grey polo shirt with the golden 'M' logo near my left shoulder. I straighten my black hat and think that they are all crazy and just too paranoid.
But I let it go.
Once inside the establishment, I'm greeted by a brunette, slender girl around my age behind the counter. I tell her that I'm here to start my first day and with a smile that re
