Your first priority should be your freedom,
And if it is hampered then I don't think there's a motive left for you to live.
~Trishala. A .

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It was suffocating out there, weeds and pots that was the first thing that hit my nostrils as soon as I entered the club. Out of all the places that I should be right now, I don't know why my feet's dragged me here. It was sheer irony to come back to a place which I promised myself I would never return to. Perhaps I was lost and just maybe I regret my decision of leaving all of a sudden. It wasn't like running away was my best tactic to deal with the situation but certainly, it wasn't the last resort

I lazily gazed upon the pole-bar and the bunch of man littering around the dancers like blood sucking hyenas. Pathetic was my consent towards them. But then again who was I to judge people down here, certainly I don't know their story. I laughed at my own miserable self as I thought about my own situation, after all, in the end, I was a pathetic liar. From the riches to the dunes, life had been a big rollercoaster.

I couldn't help but think about my situation, I had been hitting the roads hiding, running away from people for the past 6 months. All of this running away never really helped me as I was yet to find a place whom I could call home.

At first, it was really exciting for me, all that mushy scenario of running away like a careless teenager and hitting the roads, just walking away from all your problems. Maybe it was my reckless decision that made me so miserable, but certainly, it made me learn quite a few things about myself. Out of all of these, the eye-opening lesson I learnt was the urgent need to earn money, I was all alone without a plan and more or less than a dead end. Running away forging my own death was not a piece of cake, in order to leave I had to give up everything, my identity, my name and also the money that got involved with it.

I sauntered my way towards the bar, as I sat against the counter. Eyeing down the place I gazed back and forth noting each and every person. None of the faces matched to the one particular person I was looking for, it was certain; if I didn't find him here I would need to travel the whole goddamn globe just to see his pathetic face. Last I heard of him was a month ago, somewhere near the Vegas drinking his ass off. By the time I reached there, he was already gone like a puff in thin air, as usual without any traces.

At the start it was insane, his patterns, his stays certainly changed a lot last I saw him. It's like he was getting under my skin yet being totally far away from me.

"What can I get you boy!" asked the bartender suddenly jolting me from my thoughts, I gazed at him as I saw him explicitly managing the drinks in his hands, serving a cocktail to the lady beside me who was wearing a shimmering glittery dress, revealing her not so obvious cleavage. I thought for a second that the woman will definitely end up at the wrong side of the bed the next morning; she was all swirling and giggly in her tipsy accent. Not before flirting with the waiter the woman walked her way back to the dance floor.

I shrugged as I tried to concentrate back to the waiter, "Beer please," my hoarse voice came out foreign to me. Certainly not having much human interaction for a past couple of months surely made a huge impact. At one point I even believed that it wasn't my voice.

"You seem to look underage, how did you get your ass in kiddo," asked the bartender, as he curiously stared at me.

I raised my eyebrows at him, as I smirked at my outfit, the loosed shirt hiding beneath the leather jacket which more or less reflects a flat chest and a beanie donned with worn-out shoes, surely baited well for my disguise.

Nevertheless, the man really pissed me with all the questionings, he was being a snarky little man out there. Studying his features I declared him to be a pesky, brown-haired middle age guy. Definitely, it would be too easy to choke him to his death by the time his shifts gets over. But then I thought otherwise, I had far better things to do then to kill him.

"I got my ways, surely the bouncers out there aren't that tough enough to convince me off" I grinned at him, as I had a huge gulp of my beer. I felt the confidence oozing through my veins with each sip I took in, mentally patting myself to hold my liquor well.

"Nice, haven't heard any boy of your size being so cocky enough. Besides I suppose you're new in this town, never seen you before." asked the bartender, but my whole attention was diverted by someone else as I noticed a slight hint of blonde hair in the middle of the dance floor. There he was grinding against a number of girls dancing scantily beside him. He hasn't changed at all, the same angelic look on his face and the charming blue eyes and smile. A smile that can swoon any girl off her feet for sure, but I had seen that face do far more deplorable things then one can even guess, he was a Satan in an angel's body.

I took a huge gulp of my drink, savouring the final bits of my beer, as I eyed my prey exclusively, I wondered whether he will fit in my bonnet or not. If not, then I'm left with no choice then chop his body off and fit it in the bonnet of my car.

"Here, keep the change. And yes I'm not from the town here, besides I'm here to kidnap someone." I saluted off the bartender as he stared at me wide eye.

The music was pumping in the air, as I noticed the crowd getting thicker and thicker. The more the merrier, I mentally thought while walking down towards one of the washrooms. I locked the door.

The first thing I did was to remove the fake gun that I had tucked on my waistband keeping it on the closed toilet seat.

I removed my black beanie, which I had worn past the whole time. Scratching at my next to obvious short hair, which now looked like a buzz cut. Ignoring the welling guilt inside my heart for chopping off my hair, pulling down the zip of my worn leather jacket, I revealed the huge weight of my chest also known as tits by many men, inside I had worn a fancy looking dress which was enough to tell that I was a girl, as I slipped down the oversized jeans.

Not before grabbing the brunette wig over my head, I mentally thought. Being a pretty woman is really so difficult, I preferred to stay man a little while, but then being men in this situation won't have helped my plan.

I bought out the bag I brought along with me, as I threw the jacket and jeans inside. I tucked the fake gun beneath one of my thighs, as the dress was long enough to conceal them out of the people's eyes.

Finally sprinkling, a few droplets of kerosene, I finally set the bag ablaze. Voila! A perfect distraction to evacuate the club in a couple of minutes, a divergence to execute my plan.

I walked out of the cubicle, as I stared at the mirror in front of me.

I eyed myself; surely he won't mind my lack of makeup. After all, I perfectly know what he'll grope first in the dark; it won't be my face definitely.

The music was on a full swing by the time I arrived at the dance floor, I quickly glanced on the floor as I found him right there in the middle of a make-out session with a sassy red hand. He was all over her, like literally.

I mentally scoffed as I made my way towards him, pushing one of the girls; it was quite easy to get the attention of my prey as I placed myself in front of him, letting his hands roam around my waist. I held my hands on one of his shoulders, mentally praying that he won't see through my facade. But as tipsy he looks, I was sure he let his guard down.

"Umm...You surely a feisty little brunette out here." he murmured as he buried his nose deep around my neck, but as soon as his hot breath hit my skin I shuddered.

This is so wrong.

Yet I decided to play along with the act as I brushed my lips against his earlobes, grinding myself against him. He moaned as I can literally fill him turned on down the south, I almost turned red at the thought of it. I'm sure next morning he would be hella pissed when I would remind him about this.

He pulled back as he stood so close in front of me as his eye's dimly stared at mine. For once I let myself stare in those faded bluish grey orbs, painfully reminding me of a certain someone. I studied his features his bangs of blonde hair was already covering his eyes, with his platonic grey eyes and the pointed nose. Jack Willow was the same, nothing changed about him except his built, he had grown out to be a brute, manly in ways and taller than me. Surprisingly he looked quite stronger and intimidating than before.

But the thing which scared me the most was his eye's void of any emotions; they were so cold and lifeless just like his soul. For once I tried to find my old Jack in him, but nowhere he was to be found and it scared me a bit.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing, have we met before?" I held my breath, for once I believed he saw through my lies. But when he gave me his toothy grin I was convinced the play was still on.

His hands went through my hips as he literally pulled me towards him, crashing my chest on his hard one. He was warm as I smelled him which was a mix of smoke and his strong cologne.

Surely this closeness hand me on my toes, I was being uncomfortable would be an understatement, I was nervous like hell.

By the time his hands reached under my dress, I heard a commotion beside the side of the floor, as I noticed people screaming.

I sighed a deep breath, as I thanked God to finally give some distraction, as Jack stopped all of a sudden being confused with all the commotion.

Just like the fire blazing its way towards the club. Taking advantage of the situation I grabbed Jack's hand and pushed my way towards the back exit of the club where my car waited for me.

"Wait- Brunny where are you taking me" his words slurred out in the end, as I dragged his drunken ass with me.

"Shutup and follow me silently you dickhead" I yelled as I walked faster and faster.

By the time we were nearing the exit.

Jack literally stopped dead in his tracks, as he glared at me. The hazy look was disappearing from his face as I realised he was sobering up, damn this was bad.

"Who are you and why are you dragging me with you," he asked sternly.

By the time he can react, I held my hands up as I slowly walked towards him.

"I can explain, I mean no harm. You just got to listen-" I was in front him by the time he could react, as I literally lunged at him slamming the sterile against his neck.

"What the fuck, who are you-" he thrashed and struggled but I didn't notice when he got the hold of the hair on my head as he harshly pulled it off. Only to get shocked realising it was a wig.

But the look of horror on his face told me enough he realised who I was and he is really shocked.

"This can't be- Kiara-you chopped your hair off-" was the last thing I heard from him as he got knocked unconscious.

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