I figured out who plays Romane.  Cam Gigandet >>at the side

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Not edited I repeat not edited! I’m poker face serious

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White tiles.  Rows and rows, it growing infinite.  My eyes rolled to the back of my head.  Images of the empty hospital room flashed, the loneliness returning.  My lungs tightened.  I thrashed, and screamed, gripping soft sheets that my body sank in. 

A female spoke in a hush voice, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.    

My breath hitched and the scream immediately died in my throat.  Levi’s voice was dominant yet calm, and I shivered from the strange change.  “Wrap your arms around my waist.”  I didn’t hesitate and hugged him tight, squeezing my eyes shut as well.  There was a chance I might have broke his ribs from my firm grip.  His arms remained spread.  He said those six words I had been secretly waiting for since this life changing journey happened:

“Everything is going to be okay.”         

The problem was, judging by our current falling-off-of-skyscraper state, I hoped the next following second, I could believe him.   

His voice broke my chest apart.  The angelic image of Levi went into flames, dissolving into ashes that formed a devil.  His smoky hand reached out, reaching for my throat. 

My stumbling heels tried to push off the mattress, but I couldn’t move, chained to the bed frame.  Icy fear showered across my body, sending the nerves in hysteria.  A leash weaved its way around my neck, the collar shaping into a black snake and suddenly pulled.  I gasped and clenched the blankets harder, my throat tightening. 

The lack of oxygen sent my mind spiralling down.  Spinning.  Disordered blurs fogged everything.  “Darling,” slithered the demon.  I glanced up and the snake collar tightened more than I could imagine.  Levi’s demon honey eyes made a striking pierce in mine.  He was staring into the window’s of my soul.  He saw raw fear and nothing else.  His hand was closer.  No air.  Need air.  My chest expanded, frantically trembling, ready to explode. 

I persisted my fight against the chains but they kept digging unbearable pains into my skin.  The deep rumbles from the floor overpowered my pleas. 

His ghostly ink coloured fingers grasped the collar.  My eyes refused to shut and I watched smoke fall off his shoulder, around his arm, and past his wrist.  The smoke cloud clasped onto the collar.  Like a leash. 

Chuckles thundered from Levi’s belly, his hand holding the leash.  My eyes fluttered.  Vision was getting spotty.  No air. 

“You always have a choice, darling.” 

Then one word wheezed past my salty lips, surprising Levi, surprising me. 

“Liar.”

Suddenly life disappeared.

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“That was one nasty dream you had,” said that soft, assuring female voice from earlier.

A strong beam of white penetrated my eyelids.  Puffing a breath, I blinked a couple of times before digesting this new territory.  White tiled floors gleamed, the walls painted white, angels dancing and laughing and being human. 

I scrunched my eyes and cleared my befuddled brain.  These were no angels.  These were—

“Children?” I croaked. 

Almost a hundred of them ran around the clean floors, dressed in white gowns that resembled the little pale beauty I met when I first arrived.  Their light laughter echoed down the long room, reminding me this was real.  I grew confused to see rows of beds, it seeming like an orphanage.  Except what hooked my attention most was that some children were different.  They were hairless yet the creases by their eyes and bright smiles proved they were the happiest beings in the world. 

“I shouldn’t be here,” I managed to gasp.

“I know,” hummed a nurse around her early twenties, standing by my bed.  Five feet and viewed as the ‘curvy’ type, her big rosy cheeks matched her busy brown eyes that scrolled her clipboard. 

Registering the demon Levi was all a dream, it terrified me to believe I could have harmed these children in my cavernous sleep.  I knew I was mad.  Clear proof at the balcony.  I was not well.  

“These children should not be near me,” I said urgently. 

“Trust me honey.”  She looked up and tapped her pen on the clipboard.  “We all agreed on that except our leader.  He insisted putting you in a public area with children.”  She weighed me up, taking in my exact white gown those children wore.  I didn’t want to know how I got in it.  Her lips curled to a sour pout.  “Rumours have it that you’re a monster but he forbade anyone to lock you up.  Something about you having enough of that.” 

“Oh.”  His consideration relieved my tense shoulders and I sunk back in the pillow. 
“I didn’t hurt anyone in my sleep, did I?” I asked. 

She rolled her eyes.  “No.  Thankfully you didn’t.  You were tossing quite wildly in your sleep yet strangely; the children seemed to not be bothered.” 

Out of the blue, a white paper plane flew in my lap.  Baffled by the sudden object, I picked it up.  It was no normal school airplane, the wings bent at odd angles and certain areas multiplied in folds; it a 3D origami. 

Tiny footsteps pattered to my side, and I turned to see a familiar pale girl that drew my body rigid.  Her beautiful blonde braids were gone, replaced by baldness.  Only her plush brows held a trace of her gorgeous hair.  Her grey doe eyes watched me in delight as if she ushered me to throw the airplane in the air.    

A smile broadened across my mouth and I held the plane upright.  Taking in her eager expression again, I tossed the plane high and was mesmerized.  It gracefully soared the ceiling, how the wings cut the air and whirled.  The plane danced, like it was free and nothing could stop its magnificence.  Finally, it landed on another child’s lap who enthusiastically tossed it back up, laughing and chasing it as it made a round two across the room. 

The girl clapped her hands and pursed the plane.  I didn’t notice I was smiling the whole time until my cheeks began to hurt.  “They’re little balls of joy,” I laughed. 

“And absolute brats,” mumbled the nurse.  She sighed, and added with a tiny smile, “That I love to death.” 

I watched a group of them playing tag, their tiny figures crawling under beds.  “Why are they all here?” I questioned.  Some were being fed by other nurses, those older stuffing down plates of food.    

“These are the children our leader saves,” she answered, watching the children too.  “He rescues them from—” She stopped, and sadness enveloped her face.  With a small shrug, she said, “You’ll know eventually.” 

What I feared.  Romane being the good guy; him being right.  Unless this was all a lie.  I surveyed the wonderland cast in front and bit my lip.  This couldn’t be a lie.  This was real.  But what did I know?  It was frustrating how cautious I had to be, unsure who to trust. 

And you thought chocolate chips and raisins were the reasons why you had trust issues.  This is real shit.     

There was that sadistic voice again.  It was like another me…inside?  I knew for a fact that wasn’t my conscious—it was someone else in my head.  Holy hell. 

It was my inner wolf.  I was a she-wolf.  I was a god damn werewolf. 

Calm your Venus before you grow a penis. 

“Seriously.  The actual hell,” I said aloud. 

“You look like you’ve gone batshit.”  I saw the nurse grimacing, scribbling down something afterwards. 

“I need to move,” I said, persuading myself it was my insanity to blame.  Right? 

“Go ahead,” she said with a dismissive hand.  “You’re free to move wherever you like.” 

I hesitated, expecting chains to restrict me, and slowly stood.  I felt so light weight, the white gown easier to breath rather than the tight leather I had to wear in Snipers.  I noticed I was clean; a nurse must have showered and dried me off before tucking me in.  The tiles were heated, a pliable sigh leaving my tongue. 

Then I found the nurse studying my features.  “You know,” she said.  “I thought you’d be more different.” 

“How so?” I asked sceptically. 

“Well from the photo in the Hong Kong newspaper to what you look like now…”  She deepened her frown.  “Your structure changed.  You’re way taller, your shoulders are broader, your waist is narrower and your chest is bigger.  Your nose is straighter”—she tilted her head—“you have more cheekbones—” She brought herself to a halt again.  A few seconds stretched and she shook her head.  “Or maybe it’s just my old eyes playing tricks on me.”

“I think so,” I chuckled.  “Little old me isn’t capable of being that perfect.  The doctor told me my 5’3 height was the tallest I’d grow.” 

Her brows rose to her hairline.  “Yeah, I think you’ve definitely gone batshit.” 

“What do you mean?”

She muttered a “never mind” and was about to leave before I touched her arm. 

“Wait.  Can you lead me to Romane?” 

I was afraid the frown was actually her face.  She flicked my hand away and wrinkled her nose.  “Who’s Romane?”

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Although it was short, it plays a huge part in the story. 

I have finally written the entire outline of Work Like A Hustler!! Yes, all the way to the ending.  No, we’re not there yet but I can assure you we’re past half!   

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