"You have to do this for me"
"You serious? I thought you were joking"
"Would i joke with something like this?"
"That's just it! It's insane what you're asking me to do, that's why i thought it was a joke."
"He asked for you," "How the fuck was i to turn him down?"
"No." "See how simple that was?"
"Great. Ima dead man." ...
"You're fucking lucky that i love you."
Lana stood there, the wind blowing her hair into her face, sending shivers down the back of her neck but she didn't budge.
What separated her from her past was a door. The door she went through a million times before. If she went ahead and gone through there was no way of going back. No way. She could be dead in a few seconds and this story would be over.
If she didn't, she would hold onto the burden of knowing she could have stopped her's brother's death. It was not something she wished upon him, she had to protect him no matter how dior the situation was. If it meant exchanging her life so he can continue his, it wouldn't be an option not to take it.
She cracked her neck from side to side, releasing the tension building up. Straightened herself and pushed the door open.
The smell of smoke and alcohol filled the air. She studied the inside of the building, a couple of drunks were face flat on the counter bar.
"Nothings changed" She saw her objective, striding towards him, his back was facing her direction, she was getting closer. The group of men sitting on the table silenced as they saw who was approaching.
This is it.
She took a big breath to calm her nerves. "Billy"
He knew immediately why the guys went quiet all of a sudden. He turned around and confirmed his assumption.
It could be alcohol, anger and hatred filled his eyes quickly. It was her.
"You wanna die?" Billy stared at her with his glare, it wasn't to intimidate her, he was serious.
"You tried that already don't you remember?," "You failed." She reminded, glaring back at him and only him.