What Happens Next...
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Brianna’s hair was red now. The red was different and at first she didn’t like it. But after sleeping on it and waking up, the red curls were now something she could say she lived for. And even though she’d bought a lot of fake press on tattoos, she’d made sure they looked real.
And even fake facial jewelry she’d added appeared believable. Brianna thought she looked older and after taking a stroll down a block, no one seemed to recognize her.
Tucking a curl behind her ear, Brianna ducked her head as she got to an ATM machine. She was out of cash and she needed to clean more. It was stupid, maybe even idiotic, but she couldn’t stay in that place with rodents and grim.
So, she’d nicked a credit card and license. And hopefully before the accounts suspended, she can commit another crime.
Credit card fraud.
Swiping it, Brianna typed in three codes and knew soon it’d lock the card’s access. Nervous, Brianna banged her hand on the ATM machine angrily. Feeling her skin prickle as she got hot, Brianna tried one more time and then it locked her out. Frustrated, Brianna cursed and then her entire being shifted.
Feeling a word roll off her tongue, Brianna ordered, “Lajan. *money” And just like that a couple hundred dollars came pouring out making Brianna’s eyes widen in shock. Grabbing it quickly glancing around, she stuffed it in her back pocket and took off.
Uneasy as she rubbed her neck, Brianna bought more cleaning supplies and needed things like an ice box and hot plate.
She tried to deduce earlier as a mistake. But after going back to the cathedral, Brianna felt things she didn’t normally did. The entire walk, she’d caught on when a guy tried to follow her. His ill thoughts seemingly jumping into her brain and when she turned to fight, he fled.
It was unnerving to say the least as her instincts had her ducking from cops before she saw them. Her eyes trained on a glittering golden aura and it wasn’t until she got to the church, she realized what it was.
Home.
Her haven.
Even though it was lonely, and kind of quiet without anyone with her, Brianna could handle it. She knew the only roommates she could have would probably kill her and take all her stuff. So, she dealt with the loneliness by keeping busy. Cleaning became her only source of entertainment as she eventually got majority of everything cleaned.
After checking that there was power, Brianna was a little surprised but ultimately happy. Dancing around her room as she listened to music, Brianna’s body seemed to shimmer as her happiness filled her.
For now, she wanted to be happy. Happy she was full, happy she was safe, and happy that for now, she had her own.
Because as the scar on her stomach laid homage to the changes happening in her, the next few days cemented them....
It started with running down an alley.
Brianna panted as she jumped a fence. She heard the cops behind her, but she didn’t stop. Jumping another fence and ignoring the dog licking its own d**k to content, it jumped up when the cops came and began barking like crazy.
Ending up on the other side of the yard, Brianna ran out of the neighborhood and into a store. Grabbing a hoodie, she had the girl ring it up and quickly threw it on to hide her red hair.
Walking down the street hiding the press on tats, Brianna quickly made it five blocks before she could breath.
Panting, she went into a restroom and pulled out the wallets in her pants she’d swiped. The big bulging black leather one being the one that got her busted. The guy barking on his phone embarrassing his timid wife had been stinger than she thought.
And more street smart than he looked, because the moment she bumped him, he’d jumped back and went looking for his wallet only to come up with nothing. And his wife was mortified when he started to jump down the young girl’s throat. She hadn’t blamed it on her when she took off thinking it was fear of him.
But then the rich man was yelling theft alerting the cops and they had chased her for almost six blocks.
Panting as she looked inside and counted almost seven hundred dollars from him alone, Brianna did a little jig and dumped them in the trash. Going outside, Brianna looked both ways and then started home.
As she passed a window though, she took note of a man dragging a younger girl. Her eyes were scared, and he had a vice grip on her arm. Stopping, Brianna pretended to tie her shoe listening in as he growled at her.
“-think you smart huh? You can’t run from me b***h I own your ass now.” Eyes snapping up, Brianna watched the girl who couldn’t be older than fifteen. African-American and ridiculously cute, she looked scared as she whispered, “I-i-i didn’t mean to. P-p-lease don’t!”
Slapping her to make her be quiet, the man dragged her into an alley. And Brianna looked both ways as he hissed in her face, “Oh so now you want to beg? Beg on them knees b***h-.”
Brianna grabbed her stun gun and hit the man hard with it in the neck. He went down twitching and Brianna kept doing it until he was unconscious. And yet he still spasmed and twitched making her laugh.
Seeing the young girl with her bruised face, wiped it off though as she faced her seriously, “You okay honey?” Nodding the young tried to be strong, but as Brianna seemed to peer through her, Brianna could see another in need.
“You got somewhere you can go?” Shaking her head in fear, her heartbeat skipped as Brianna waved her forward, “Well then let’s go. We can’t be seen, and I don’t want him waking up.”
And after grabbing the girl’s hand, Brianna rushed them home to find out about her new little friend.
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