by Lynn, Davida
Her eyeliner was done, and she glanced at the clock. “I’m on in just a few.” She stood, excitement in her hands as she straightened her clothes out. She turned back to me. “Charity, in all seriousness, this Jason problem isn’t going to go away until he does. I know you’re in a bind, but maybe you could find a strong and handsome benefactor to keep you safe?”
With that, she headed out the door, leaving me alone in the dressing room. Her words made me sit up straight in the chair. I turned my attention back to the mirror. I had been dealing with my ex for more than two months. Just when I thought he’d given up on me, I’d find a heart scratched into the side of my car or he’d show up at work. Enough was enough. Something had to be done.
Ellen was right. I was in a bind. I was going to have to find someone willing to help me out with my little problem. I laughed aloud in the dressing room. Little was a fucking joke. There was nothing little about my issue. Having a deranged and obsessive cop after you is no small problem.
Davida Lynn grew up reading everything she could get her hands on, including books she had to hide. At nearly thirty, she has stories pouring from her fingertips. She enjoys nothing more than letting a story unfold before her. When Davida isn’t writing, she loves watching trashy TV, reading pulp fiction, and daydreaming about her next travel destination.