"Want to explain to me what had happened?", my boss yelled at me.
I let out a sigh and pressed the damp cloth to my leg. I only had a few burns here and there from the accident , but not that bad. It was a little hard for me to walk though, but I forced myself to stand on my two feet. Everything else I was pretty good. My arms had a few cuts, but nothing major. I was just happy to be alive.
"Answer me Tasha!", Roscoe (my boss) yelled at me.
I looked up as he was out of his seat, starring angrily at me. What was I suppose to say?, I thought. There was no way in hell I was going to tell Roscoe that Delonte got away, but I didn't want to lie to Roscoe either. Besides, if I told Roscoe that Delonte got away, it would be the death penalty for me and if I lied to Roscoe…either way I look at it, I would die and I'm not ready to die just yet.
"Answer me!", Roscoe yelled, making his way to the back of my head and gripping my face up to his. I let out a cry as he clenched my hair in his fist. Chills went down my spine as his breath tickled my face. I quickly looked away as I caught a glimpse of his eyes.
"What happened?", he nearly whispered.
"He got away….", I whispered.
I stood still in Roscoe's grip as I felt tears streaming down my face. I pictured of what my death would be like if Roscoe would either shoot me or have somebody else do it. Before I knew it, I felt myself being thrown against the wall. I let out a cry and slid down to the floor, with my back against the wall. I brought my knees to my chest and just starred at Roscoe's shoes. I watched as he paced back and forth, mumbling words under his breath. Then, I saw that his shoes came to a stop and turned into my direction. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he wasn't going to beat me again.
"Get up.", he ordered.
I slowly released my knees and gripped the floor for support as I started to stand up. I pressed my back against the floor and looked up at Roscoe's face. He was six inches taller than me, with a muscular body. I noticed his chest rising as his breathing turned heavy. I could feel his breath against my face as he started to lean in closer. I gulped and moved my face to the side as I now started to feel his lips against my skin. I pursed my lips and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I was now starting to feel scared. I pictured Roscoe pulling out a pocket knife and stabbing me in my stomach. I wanted to run, but Roscoe had me trap. He had both of his hand pressed against the wall that was each beside my head. I turned to see his face as he was now leaning in closer. I thought he was going to kiss me at first until he said,
"I'm going to cut you a break."
I gulped as the picture of him stabbing me flashed into my mind again.
"But, this doesn't mean that you're not done with the job.", Roscoe smirked. "What I want you to do now, is wait for a month and during that month, I want you to spy on the guy for a little while. You know, do a little investigating. Can you do that for me?"
I thought for a moment and nodded. Roscoe smiled one of his evil smiles and patted my cheek.
"Good girl. Now, you only have til' this month, and half of next month and if you screw this one up…your dog meat.", Roscoe glared.
I closed my eyes and nodded. I reopened my eyes and saw him pull his hand away and take a couple steps back.
"Remember, you only have this month and half of next month. Now get out of here.", Roscoe pointed to the door.
I nodded and scurried for the door.