The Debt

The Debt

Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

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Status: Finished

Genre: Thrillers

Summary

Lacey has lived on the streets for four years and one night crosses paths with Evan Durber who runs everything in the city from the prostitutes to drugs,and clubs. Not thinking straight and not knowing who he really is, she tells him her real name. When she beats up one of his high class call girls, who then can't work for a while. Lacey is taken off the streets by his men to live in his house to pay back a debt she now owes him. The debt is, his losses of ten thousand pounds. But its not all about the money, he is captivated with Lacey and has other plans for her.

Summary

Lacey has lived on the streets for four years and one night crosses paths with Evan Durber who runs everything in the city from the prostitutes to drugs,and clubs.
Not thinking straight and not knowing who he really is, she tells him her real name.
When she beats up one of his high class call girls, who then can't work for a while. Lacey is taken off the streets by his men to live in his house to pay back a debt she now owes him.
The debt is, his losses of ten thousand pounds. But its not all about the money, he is captivated with Lacey and has other plans for her.

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Submitted: April 08, 2016

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Lacey rolled out her sleeping bag in the back doorway of a shop, climbed inside and shivered a little. She pulled her hoodie over her head and picked her hot drink up with both hands and held them around it, she was trying her hardest to keep warm. Even though the days and nights had been warm, it always seemed to feel a little colder in the early hours of the morning. Taking a sip of her coffee, she smiled to herself, once again she had managed to sneak a hot drink out of the restaurant kitchen she worked at.

Gazing up at the clear dark sky, she cocked her head to one side and smiled, it looked like the crescent moon was smiling back at her. It was nice to see a smile, even if it was just from a great lump of rock in the sky.

A woman giggling close by snapped Lacey out of her thoughts. Here we go again, she thought to herself, another prostitute with a punter was going to ruin her night. Sheltering behind the shops in the alley close to where she worked was not one of her best ideas but she also had the sense to never shelter in the front doorways. If she was found there the police would move her on and confiscated all her belongings and she would be left with nothing. Then there would also be the abuse from the drunks leaving the nightclubs, they would sometimes urinate and spit on the homeless and quite often they would get beaten up by them.

Staying in the back entrances was worse though, the drug dealers would be there with the junkies lining up for their next fix. The local prostitutes would be performing sex acts behind the bins with their clients, people would be shouting and fighting. Maybe it was worse in the alleys but so far no one had ever had taken her belongings off her while she was there. Any other night she would have walked across the city to sleep behind the city hall with her friend Jack but he hadn’t been seen for days, he would always get drunk and wonder off, then come back sometimes just as drunk.

Lacey shivered again and pulled her sleeping bag closer to her face to try and block out a foul smell that was wafting through the air. As usual she was on her guard, suspiciously watching everyone that walked past her and listening to every sound around her. There was nothing out of the ordinary going on around her but tonight something didn’t feel right. Several men were talking nearby which was slowly escalating into an argument, she nervously chewed on her bottom lip trying to figure out what they were arguing about but she couldn’t quite make out what was being said. By the tone of the men’s voices it sounded like trouble was brewing and that’s what was making her feel nervous.

This was a rare feeling for Lacey, she had lived on the streets for nearly four years, since she was fifteen and had learned to rely on her instincts and knew when she had that bad feeling inside, she knew it was time to get up and move on.

Quietly climbing out of her sleeping bag and rolling it up in her arm she peered out of the doorway and was shocked. There was no one in the alley apart from the men who were arguing. Lacey’s heart began to race as she leaned back against the doorway, if everyone had left the alley then something serious was going to happen. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked up at the sky, the moon was still smiling at her, “watch my back.” She whispered to it and nervously smiled.

Her whole body shook with nerves, waiting for her chance to slip by the men unnoticed. Listening to the men arguing for a while, they then began to scuffle amongst themselves. Lacey knew if they were fighting now, hopefully they wouldn’t see her leaving. Taking a quick glance out of the doorway to see if she could make her move, Lacey froze. The men were holding someone down on the ground by his arms and he began to beg for his life. A tall dark haired man in a suit was standing over him, holding a gun to his head.

Lacey slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her gasp, her flask dropped on the floor, the noise of it clattering down the steps caught the men’s attention. The man with the gun looked straight at her, they stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Everything went silent around her apart from the faint whimpers coming from the man on the ground. The gunman grinned and slowly walked towards her. Tears swelled in her eyes, she knew she was going to die now, they wouldn’t want any witnesses. A comforting warmth waved through her body, she looked up at the smiling moon, the corners of her mouth turned up into a relaxed smile. This was it now, it was over for her, maybe she could thank the gunman before he killed her, for freeing her from her miserable existence.

 

The gunman grabbed her and slammed her hard against the wall, knocking the breath out of her, her legs turned to jelly and she slumped against him. Lacey kept her head down as his strong musk scented body squashed her against the wall. He put the tip of his gun under her chin and raised her face to look at him. Lacey’s heart pounded harder in her chest as they stared into each other’s eyes. His face was so close to hers she could smell alcohol on his breath.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He growled in a low deep voice.

“L Lacey.” She stuttered.

“Lacey, what?”

“Jackson.” She whispered.

He stared at her in silence then smirked, he moved his face closer, his mouth hovered over hers. “Well Lacey Jackson, did you see me here tonight?”

Lacey shook her head.

“He slyly smiled. “Do I scare you?”

She shook her head again, she didn’t want to admit to being scared of anything not even to a man with a gun.

His looked at her with amusement. “Say it then.”

Lacey’s lips trembled as she tried to move her mouth to tell him he didn’t scare her. “Thank you.” Were the only words she could bring herself to say.

The man tilted his head to one side. “What for?”

Lacey smiled, “for killing me.”

The amusement slowly faded from the man’s face, he looked confused, she had caught him off guard. That was not what he had expected her to say, was her life that bad she wanted to die? He glanced at the other men that he was with, who were all still arguing amongst themselves, the man that he was going to shoot was still on the ground. He looked back at the girl and suddenly felt guilty, he was going to get rid of her but looking into her cold dead eyes, for the first time in his life he just couldn’t do it.

The man grabbed Lacey by her face and began to roughly kiss her, pressing his body against her. Lacy struggled to turn her head and push him away but he was too strong for her. He stepped away from her and once again looked at her with amusement. “Lacey Jackson.” He pulled her away from the wall and pushed her out of the doorway. Lacey squealed when he slapped her hard on the backside as she stumbled away from him.

Lacey stared wide eyed at the man, tears streamed down her face, she didn’t know what to do now. Was he letting her go or was he going to shoot her?”

“Get out of here!” The man cried, throwing her sleeping bag at her.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest, she kept eye contact with him as she picked the sleeping bag off the floor and began to slowly walk backwards out of the alley. The couple of minutes it took to walk out felt like hours, his eyes never left hers. She kept her eyes locked on his, he may have let her go but she didn’t trust him and was waiting for him to raise his gun to her.

When Lacey finally got to the end of the alley she collapsed on the pavement, gasping for breath. The sound of a gun firing echoed through the alley. Terrified, she crawled over the cold concrete and held onto the railings to steady herself onto her feet then began to run through the city. The bright lights of the city blinded her as she ran through it. Drivers beeped their horns as she ran across the roads without looking. Seeing the city hall just ahead of her brought some relief, whether her friend Jack was there or not, at least she would feel safer. Gasping for breath Lacey ran behind the town hall and burst into tears when she saw the lone figure of a male in a sleeping bag. “Jack!” She cried, throwing her arms around him, she had never been so happy to see him.

“Lacey what the hell’s wrong?” he wrapped his arms around her. Her whole body was shaking; she couldn’t speak through her tears. He was shocked, he had never seen Lacey in a state like that before. Jack gently rocked her. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked stroking her hair from her face.

Lacey curled into him and nuzzled her face into his chest, the warmth from his body and his strong arms wrapped around her made her feel safe. Eventually between sobs, Lacey told him what had just happened to her.

Jack was shocked. “Look at me Lacey,” He held her face with both hands. “You have to keep quiet about this. If you tell anyone, you know that they will go running to the police.”

Lacey already knew that, the police paid good money to anyone that had valuable information on any crime. The people on the street were all happy to snitch if they knew it would pay for their next drug or meal. “I know that! But I’m scared now, he knows what I look like, the bastard even kissed me.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jack laughed. “He won’t remember you, all you scruffy bitches look the same.”

Lacey dropped her head into her hands. “But he asked me my name and I told him!”

“What!” Jack grabbed her by her arms, he was pissed off with her now. “You gave him your real name?”

Lacey nodded. “I wasn’t thinking straight!”

“You stupid girl!” he shouted, he pushed her away from him and rubbed his face with both hands. He couldn’t believe she had broken the first rule, never give anyone your real name.

Lacey lay back on the grass and gazed up at the sky, thick clouds had now covered the moon. “Jack.” She whispered.

Jack sighed. “Yes?”

“When I thought that man was going to kill me, for the first time in years I felt peace. I was ready to go.”

Jack grabbed Lacey by the hands and pulled her up. “Really?”

“Yes.” Lacey smiled and climbed into her sleeping bag, she lay her head on Jack’s chest. “What have any of us got to live for?”

Jack’s heart sunk, he wished he could make life better for her. Lacey was one of the toughest girls he had met on the streets but the more he had got to know her the more he could see how vulnerable she really was. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. “I’m sorry for shouting at you but you should know better, you haven’t a clue who he was. Did you hear any names while you were there? You need to know who you’re dealing with if he decides to come after you.”

“No.” She sniffled.

Jack sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Ok, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, get some sleep now, you look a mess.”

“Thanks Jack, you always know how to make a girl feel good don’t you,” she smiled and wrapped her arm around him.

While Lacey lay against Jack, the night’s events ran through her mind like a video stuck on repeat mode. She closed her eyes and shuddered, all she could see were the gunman’s icy blue eyes staring at her. Soon the warmth of Jack’s body against hers had her drifting off into a deep sleep.

That night she dreamed about the gunman. She was wearing a tight black dress and waiting for him in the back doorway of the shop. She peered out of the doorway and could see him holding a gun at a man’s head. She shouted something to him to catch his attention. Her heart raced with excitement as he walked towards her, smiling. He pushed her against the wall and gazed into her eyes. A warm feeling of happiness ran through her body when he grabbed her waist and began to slowly kiss her around her neck while she ran her fingers through his hair. He gently kissed around her face making his way to her lips, slowly easing his tongue inside her mouth he began to kiss her passionately. Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck, the burning sensation running through her body felt incredible. She moaned with pleasure and rubbed her body against his, she wanted him. He ran his strong warm hands down her body and began to slowly raise her dress. Lacey began to panic and tried to push him away, he held on tight to her and began to kiss her roughly, squashing her body against the wall.

“No!” Lacey screamed as she woke up, lashing out at Jack.

Jack grabbed her arms to stop her from hitting him. “Lacey, calm down!” He shouted.

Lacey stared wide eyed at him, gasping for breath. “I’m sorry!” she cried and tried to move away from him.

Jack pulled her against his chest and shushed her. “Everything’s going to be ok.” He assured her.

For the rest of the early hours, Lacey couldn’t sleep, all she could think about was the gunman. His black slightly greying hair, his clear blue eyes, his tall strong body squashing her against the wall and how frightened she was. Why did he let her go? Would he change his mind and come after like Jack said he might do? Lacey didn’t scare that easy, but he had scared her.

 


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