"Do you have any gas?" he asked me nonchalantly.
"Why don't you give me your weapon?" I tried to reason, but he wasn't going to have it. Grant's hold on my jacket was tighter now
"Well, I guess I'll just use his jeep. I don't think he's gonna need it." He started to walk back to his own jeep now, having me not want to lose him and see him get nor more trouble. He already killed two others, and he was under the influence, so who knew what he was going to do next now.
"Wait a second, will ya?" I asked him, moving away from Grant for more than two step before he whirled around and aimed the gun at me, the noise going off and all I could see and feel was the pain. I fell to the floor as Grant called out to me before another shot was heard and nothing came from him. My leg collarbone was on fire, and all I was seeing was black.
Once again, I was floating.
It felt like I was floating now, since for a second all I could feel was my collarbone being shattered and split open like it was a chicken bone to a dog. For some reason, I couldn't scream out, nor could I call for help since the shock of pain left me to lose my own breath and voice. Everything around me, was dark, beyond dark.
I had no idea where I was, but I started to dream.
I dreamed that I was back with the others in Fort Benning, with the others in Wolf Company. We were just meeting and getting to know each other for the first time, all I could hear and experience was laughter and a warm glow around the whole dream that was there for me. All smiles, all warmth and grace there, and there was not a single sign of pain or death. It was funny, how in my dreams all I had was happiness and a glowing presence of Joy, and yet in reality, all I could see was death.
I opened my eyes although things were blurry all around me and my breathing was shallow and scarce. There was immense pain on the collarbone, or what used to be my collarbone now as I was in some kind of room, musty and warm. Everything was giving a soft glow, and I could feel the sweatiness of my hands and face. Someone was placing an IV in my arm, another person was framing my face to see how I was looking. I could map out the face of who it was looking right over me now, the dark hair that was almost glowing a dark blue now and the thin lips that were barking orders to someone.
"Get me clean warm water to get the blood off the wound, don't shake her too much or we can loose more of the blood." I could hear Doc's voice ringing in the room we were in as I felt like I was sprawled out on a table or some sort.
"Her pulse is slowing down, we need to get the jeep her and quick," He said to someone, who was running off as he was framing my face and having me see him somewhat more clearly.
"Eugene…." I trailed off, seeing him shake his head since I was having the worst pain in my collarbone now.
"Easy, Kit. You need to stay quiet and not talk at all," He said to me calmly now, but I could see the look of panic on his face, "Your collarbone is shattered from the gunshot." I blinked a few times, all of it was coming back to me now as he looked over at someone who was close by.
"Spina, get me the morphine, now." He said now with a bit of more urgent than as he looked back at me, then his eyes going down to my collarbone area and I waited with my heavy eyes. It felt odd in that area of my body like something was off there and I couldn't explain it at all. But Doc could, I could see it on his face and how he was trying to keep his own together. He was usually good at staying calm in a situation with a wounded soldier, so this was new and it was scaring me.
"How bad is it?" I heard another voice, having me hear Spina from the other side of me as something was placed within me: the morphine. Slowly, I was feeling the warmth and hardly any pain coming through me, the drug was making it hard for me to stay awake now as it was making me want to sleep. But I didn't want to go to sleep, I only wanted to figure out what was going on with me and how I was going to make it since apparently I was in deep shit.
"He shot her in the collarbone, breaking it instantly. We need to get her out of here and that German Doctor who's looking at Grant. He might know." So I was shot, after all. I thought I dodged it, or somehow missed it completely. But then again I was in immense pain that could be killing me if it wasn't for the morphine. I didn't think it would be that bad at all, then again I thought I was beyond lucky to still be alive after taking a bullet to the chest.
I closed my eyes again since the morphine won that round.
The next time I was awake, I was still in pain with my broken collarbone, but I was in another room and I was now in a bed once again. It was still dark in the dead of night, and yet it felt like hours and hours went by now. The morphine must have worn off since the pain was back in my collarbone and almost all over my body now, yet once again I couldn't move at all. Someone was next to my bed now, at least two others were at the moment.
"Kit? You awake?" It was Ron this time, next to me in the bed now as he was watching me carefully. He looked like he was punched in the gut in how he was looking at me, even holding my hand through the whole time and how my IV was still in my hand there. It made me more worried about how I was doing with that look he was giving me, Doc was somewhere in the corner, looking just as worried for me that Ron was with his hand making a fist over his mouth and his eyes stern at me now. The third person, in the room that was writing down something, was a doctor. I didn't recognize him at all, and he looked older in his years as he walked over to be next to Ron who was sitting in a chair near me. It was like we were in a relationship, Ron holding my hand to calm me down yet I was stuck in one position because of the intense pain and agony I was feeling on my chest.
"Do you need more morphine?" He asked me, a thick German accent rang in the room I was in. He was watching me carefully now, wearing his now pajamas from what I could see and a robe over his clothes, but he looked rather alert.
"I would give her more," Ron started, but at that point I found my voice again, thought it was raspy and sounded strained.
"What happened?"I asked him now, and ti came out more authoritative than anything. The doctor eyed Ron, who watched me gaze at the doctor for any kind of answer that he would give me and not beat around the bush with it. He sighed and gave him the clear to start explaining it.
"Captain, you were shot and your collarbone is beyond regular repair," He explained to me, having me try and follow with his accent, "Even your medic here and his great help with me, it is still not enough for you." I shot my eyes over to Doc, who still looked uneasy about it and was giving me a small but painful smile. He tried, according to the doctor, he tried so hard to mend me and make me better. But even this was out of his control.
"What about Grant?" I asked him through gritted teeth since the pain was heard in my voice now. The German doctor now walked over to grab something from his bag that as propped up on his nightstand and pulled something out of it, a small vial of what seemed to be morphine.
"Your friend was shot in the head, but I managed to get him stable enough that he will pull through." he explained to me as he was getting whatever he had in his hand ready to place in me. It pained me to hear what happened to Grant, almost making me want to scream out from hearing the news. How was it that I escaped from a broken collarbone, but he was shot in the head and almost killed if not having brain damage.
"The soldier…" I trailed off, squinting in pain from the morphine shot that he gave me.
"We're finding him." I liked over at Ron now, seeing him give me a stern stare and the way he spoke gave me a chill up and down my spine there. I could feel it: Ron was beyond mad at what happened to both myself and Grant now. I could see it in his eyes and how dark they turned, how he was sitting in the chair now hunched over but with a chip there on his shoulder. This could be bad, very bad, for both the soldier and for Ron himself since he looked like he was about to kill someone with his bare hands. This soldier better run tot he hills now since Ron was about to get him and rip him to shreds.
"She needs more rest as I look at her bones again, I don't want an infection to happen." The doctor explained to Ron now, his voice a bit lighter now since he seemed like he could tell this was going to be another awkward situation. I could feel the morphine working through me again, and I didn't want to go asleep now since I was worried about what Ron was going to do with this soldier who decided to shoot both Grant and myself. The sleepiness was singing into me now, having my vision looking more blurry and less clear now since the drug was working again.
"I'm going to find the others." Ron said to me now, and before I could even say anything to him to tell him to not do anything stupid since my voice was no gone from the drugs, He leaned over and kissed my head before unclenching my hand from his and storming out of the room. I wanted to stop him, but the drugs and the massive injury on my chest would stop me from doing so. I still didn't trust him, and I was till heartbroken from what he did to me, but I was still considering him a friend of mine that I would never want to experience darkness and pain. Ron was still human, and that could damage him permanently.
Doc walked over when he saw me reaching out after Ron since I was trying to find a way to stop him before he left and closed the doors behind him. Doc grasped my hand that was out in the air, bringing back that closeness that was once lost and he stay backing the chair Ron was in mere moments before. I gazed over at Doc now, having me see the fuzziness that was there again from the drugs and how I was about to fall back asleep again since all I wanted to do was find the others. Where was the rest of Easy? Did they know what was going on?
"Keep her still as much as you can, and we need to make the morphine work its magic." The doctor explained to Doc now as Doc nodded his head but still kept his eyes on me. I tried to stay awake for a few more moments, just to have Doc's face in my head since it did feel right, once again, I was about to die because of the pain and how graved everyone was looking at me right now. I thought the stabbing in the France was bad, but apparently this was worst since they had to bring in a German doctor to look at me over and see what he could do in order to fix me.
"Don't leave me Doc," It sounded so pathetic on how I worded it as I could feel myself falling asleep now, the war was all over me and the soothing sensation of the drugs kicking in. But I wanted multiple things at one time. For one, I didn't feel safe enough to be left alone at the mercy of one German Doctor since I barely knew him yet they were trusting him enough to work on me. Secondly, I had no idea if I was going to die from this because I knew what I was feeling in the wound was not normal, hell, it was beyond normal now. I really hoped that this was just another thing that I was going to get over and not have to rely on to make me a different person or soldier.
"I ain't going nowhere, Kit. I promise." He reassured me as I felt my eyes closing and my head spinning again from the goddamn drugs. He was still holding my hand as I went to sleep, once agin dreaming of the Wolf Company again and how free we were at the very beginning of the war.
I wanted to stay in that dream. If only.
Thanks to both Major Winters and Major Jacobs, I was going to be sent home on the next ship because of the injuries that were inflicted on me. The German Doctor did the bet he could do, which resulted in my having to heal on the ship on the way back to the states with one of the best Army surgeons and doctors there on the ship, what a freaking coincidence. They thought it would be the best opportunity or me to have some kind of healing while on the way home, and I wasn't going to be alone. The rest of Wolf Company was going to come along since they all got their discharge papers.
We were all heading out together.
After getting a bunch of pain killers in me and gauze on my already healing collarbone, I was being escorted by one of the main passenger trucks with Artemis, Jade, and Nova, the rest of Wolf Company was waiting for me at our meeting area before we would head out on the ship. Major Jacobs came out to get me as I as being taken out on a stretcher the next morning after what happened. After going through main morphine fill, I was ready to face the dull pain that was in my bones. But I wasn't ready for the pain that was going to be on my heart from saying goodbye to the boys. That was going to hurt.
Hell, it was already hurting.
Easy was waiting by the truck for me, all looking rather solemn and sad about the situation as I was walking out in one of the wheelchairs that they found, Bull was pushing it behind me since he jumped up and volunteered at the right opportunity. As he was pushing me out onto the cobbled street, I could see the men there all standing together to see me off at the truck, Nova and Artemis were standing with them and Jade was already in the back of the truck, peeking her head out and smirking at me as I was grinning at all the guys. I was still bonding to the wheelchair and the gauze was still there now on my wound, and I did look less colorful there from the blood loss. Hell, I looked like death, but I didn't see that on their faces as they were smiling at me with worn faces like they didn't sleep through the night.
Bull wheeled me over to where Major Winters was, standing with Major Jacobs side by side in their respected uniforms. I grinned at the both of them though it was hurting me from moving the chest too much really.
"How are you feeling, Kit?" Jacobs asked me now with his warm smile that I haven't seen in months.
"They gave me enough morphine that would be spewing out of my ears at this point." I replied back, the others in Easy and Wolf were chuckling from the joke I gave him.
"Good to hear, Captain. You'll be in good hands on the way back home." He replied back to him, having me already grimace a bit from being away from the boys. Finally, the time for me to head home was here, even though it was closer than expected because of a stupid soldier and his decision to be even more of an idiot. I didn't want to leave, I was being so selfish about it, but it was true. I grew close to these men, every single one of them and for me to have to say goodbye was going to kill me in the end.
"Thank you for helping me heal, sir." I said to Winters now, seeing him grin at me softly and nod his head.
"You were in good hands, Captain Kit. We are gonna pull for you to get better." He reassured me, having me see once again the others reacting to the sentence. This time, they were nodding in agreement now as I grinned at all of them now. At that moment, I tried to get three faces in my head and have it stay there since I had no idea when I was ever going to see them again and if I was. All of their faces: Martin, Garcia, Sisk, Webster, Buck, Talbert, Malarky, Joe, Babe, Doc, Luz, Nixon, Lipton, Welsh…all of them. This was going to cut me all over within my heart and in my head as I felt one tear coming down my face and hitting the gauze there on my chest. This was already a dull bruising pain there, and I only wished that it was a dream.
"Keep tabs on Grant for me, will you please? Sir?" I asked Winters now in a low tone since I could tell this was going to have me be more of a nervous wreck than anything. He smiled at me nodding his head and having me grin back at me, but I knew the smile was ready broken because of the circumstances.
"Of course, Kit." He replied having me see Jacob clear his throat now as he walked over to me now.
"Alright, Captain. We need to head out before we miss the ship that waiting for you." He said to me, having me sigh and nod at him once. He was about to come over to help me when Bull moved from behind me now and moving to stand near me now.
"I can help her, sir." I looked up at him and before I could even ask what was going on with him and why he was doing this, he leaned down and slowly helped me out of the wheelchair. I grunted in pain, Doc who was next to Babe took a step forward but Babe held him back as Bull wrapped an arm around me now and I staggered over to the truck and the others were watching me now with big eyes. This was not how I wanted to go home: I had it all planned out to where I was going to tell them all over a nice fire and alcohol. I was hoping and praying that they were not going to see me as the wounded and beaten Captain that should have been strong and invincible. How were they going to see me now, staggering over to the truck with nothing left in me?
"Come on, Kit," Artemis said to me in a loving tone as Bull passed me off gently to her and they hoisted me up onto the truck now with ease. The sun was still high up in the air as I saw the men looking over at me now with small smiles on their faces. I just grinned at them all, not wanting this to be a bad goodbye for them since they were all so close to my heart.
"Hang tough, Captain." Buck said in reassurance to me, the others nodding and murmuring in agreement as he grinned at me his Hollywood grin that I remember seeing for the first time in England almost a year ago, "I don't think one bullet is going to kill the 'Unkillable' Kit."
"Hell yeah." Babe replied back to me also with a grin on his own face. Doc said nothing next to him but smiled in agreement, since I knew it was already hard for him to say goodbye to me.
"Thanks, boys. Ya'll are animals anyway." I said in a joking manner to them all, the laughter was rebooting in them all though it was more of a sad chorus of laughter than anything. I tried to make it light, and I could see they were trying to, but it was no used to it really.
"But I don't think I would ever ask for any other Company than yours." I said to them all with sincerity there. The truck started up as Nova and Artemis swung their legs to get into the truck now and Jade was sitting next to me, having me feel the vibrations of the truck now as we were slowly starting to drive off, having me see that I was about to leave them behind for good. The one thing that they did though, that made me sob there on out since I knew they couldn't see me because of the darkness of the truck, was all of them showing me one sign that I forgot that I showed them. Hell, I never showed them that sign at all, so the only other people that would have taught some of them that sign and they taught the rest, was Beta. Their hands were making fists, and their arms were crossed in front of them as Winters looked on with Nixon and both os their own hands were shoved in their pockets.
They signed Dear.
Joe Liebgott's POV
3 Months Later, August, 1945
San Francisco, California, United States
Someone banged on my front door. Someone was banging on my fucking front door and all I could do was get up slowly from falling asleep, again. Everyone else was out for the day, leaving me alone in the house to have another rousing game of "What nightmare will it be today?".
Great, fucking great.
After we got off the ship, I tried not to stay in contact with a whole lot of the fellas, since I too, like the rest of them, was trying to pick up where I left off when I signed my life away. But that was hell to begin with since the nightmares and the Post Partum bullshit the doctors gave me was seeping into everything about my life. I couldn't even walk down the fucking street without hearing gun noises in my head and seeing some flashes in front of me that reminded me of battle. My poor mother, she thought I was going to be depressed for the rest of my life. I thought so too, I really did.
"Hold on, Jesus." I grumbled as I heard the knocking, again, on the front door and this time it was a bit rapider than before. I stretched up my back to pop it out of its sleep mode. The sun was going down over the city now, and it was the only time I could find rest since nights were mostly filled with nightmares and me not being able to breathe. I ruffled my hair, my feet finding the floor since I fell asleep in my slacks and t-shirt. We had a small enough house that could fit 8 people now, and yet it wasn't big enough for all of running around from place to place. I wasn't used to the cramped place of a house for a long time, and I was still trying to get used to from being away for 3 years.
I walked over to the door, stubbing my door against the corner and muttering out a "Fuck" as I reached the stupid stained glass door my mom had to get when they first bought the house after I turned 2 years old, opening it and then being floored as to who it was at the door. In front of me, looking rather perturbed from what she was seeing, was a tall skinny thing of a woman with long blond hair that was pale and yet straight in framing her face and bright aqua eyes. She was wearing girl's slacks that were black and a light blue dress shirt that was tucked in and her sleeves rolled to her elbows. She was attractive, and how she was ending up on my door seemed to be some kind of sick trick from God for me not praying that day.
"Are you Joseph Liebgott?" She asked, her voice was raspy and her eyes were drilling into me. I was still trying to piece it all together: Why in the hell as she here in front of me now, and why did she look so familiar? It was almost like I was seeing a flicker of the past though that was still something I had to battle with from the Goddamn war.
"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to sound polite about it, but I was still in shock.
"Are you Joseph D. Liebgott?" She asked again, not sounding more agitated since I was clearly not giving her the answer she was wanting to hear.
"Well uhh…yeah. Yeah I am," I replied, blinking the shock and the sleep from my eyes now as she nodded her head, eyeing me up and down with her aqua eyes and as if she was judging me there.
"You look just the same, I guess." She muttered to me, having me no glare at her since she was here for some kind of specific reason.
"Can I help you with somethin'?" I asked her. since she was not going to be a great cup of tea to talk to, I could tell already.
"You don't remember me, do you?" She asked me, having me rethink again on where I saw her. The last time I saw someone like her, the same angular face, was back in the fucking Alps and she was in the truck with Kit and….oh shit…
"You're Artemis, aren't ya?" I asked her since it clearly rang the bell that was in my head now. She grinned at me, a soft smile now since I rang that name out to her, "The girl who can shoot with her bow and arrow...from Wolf Company."
"No one has called me that since I stepped off the ship in New York." She said to me in a softer tone now, having me remember her in all the times she was there with Wolf Company, saving our asses from getting killed more than once and how they were just glad to be able to help in all the war.
"Can I come in?" She asked me, having me see her eye me now as I was brought back to the present. I felt kind of bad then, having her stand on my front porch steps then and not moving since I was practically blocking the way in. If my mother was there watching, I would get a swift slap against my head.
"Yeah sure…sure, come on in I guess." I replied back to her, moving out of the way as she strolled in, hands still in her pockets as she was now viewing the front room where the stairs were and all the family pictures were hanging on the wall. She eyed them like she was a spectator at some museum now and was admiring the artwork on the walls that was was propped on the night stands. Hell, my mom propped up letters I sent her from the war, much to my dismay.
"How did you find me anyways?" I asked her now in interest since it was creepy enough that she found me here at my own house.
"I cross-checked all the families that live in San Francisco with your last name." She explained to me as she was walking over to the living room now, her eyes still wandering and her look was more intrigued than anything as I was floored with what she was saying to me, "There happen to be 3 families in the San Francisco city alone with the name Liebgott, all Jewish Americans, and only one with two males with the name Joseph." She turned at looked at me now, an eye raised at me and she grinned at me.
"Three guesses who." she added, having me walk into the living room and keep my distance as she was near the fireplace and looking at the family pictures there too.
"When I saw the address, I saw that you lived about a few blocks off of where I live, and I figured I would walk over." I lit up a bit in my face from hearing that she lived close enough to where I was to walk over.
"What street do you live on?" I asked her, seeing her look at me once more from her spot and how she was standing with ease.
"Filbert Street," She replied, "Two blocks East from here, near the Antique store that's on the corner." She explained.
"Yeah, I know the place. My ma likes to shop there from time to time." I added to the conversation there. She smiled, and that kind of crooked smile that would make any kind of guy weak in the knees, and it almost worked with me. But then again, there was still the question as to why she was there in my own house in the first place.
"Why are you here?" I asked her, not in a rude way at all since that wouldn't be fair from my position. Artemis sighed, the smile was gone as she turned to look at me again as she now looked a bit concerned with whatever she as thinking about. It must have been and if she had to come and find me, since she looked right at me and I could see her aqua eyes, as stunning as they were, slowly going a bit darker now.
"When was the last time you heard from Kit?" She asked me, having me not say anything for a few seconds now as I tried to think of when I spoke to her, let alone saw her last. I thought about it instantly: It was the same last day that I saw Artemis. She was in the truck, smiling at all of us and still wounded on the upper chest as she was driving off back to the states. I thought about her several times if she was okay wherever she was and how good she was doing back a home. That in itself cause me to fear, cause me to worry about her more and more since I knew her family life was not worth shit. Was she even okay, was she even getting along with her mom and dad?
"Not since she left Berchtesgaden with you guys," I replied to her, "None of us heard from her since."
"And yet you're the only one who knows where she lives." She replied to me, eyeing me to see if I was going to tell the truth or not.
"Excuse me?" I asked her, not getting where she was coming from.
"Kit gave you her address, she told me she did before she was shot." Artemis explained to me, and now I was about to say no to her, but I stopped and thought back, again. I had to think back, back to before she was shot and set back to when we were talking about her family, out on that dock and our feet in the water. Once I gave her my address, she gave me mine too when I told her my motto about Easy
"No ones gets left behind in Easy."
I told her that.
"She gave me her address, slipped it in my jacket pocket really after we talked out on the dock." I explained to Artemis now in almost a stammer since I was having another wave of guilt come through me. I should have reached out to her when I could have, instead of wallowing in self-pity and shame from what happened in the war with just me.
"Then you know where she is," Artemis added to me though I shook my head at her.
"You don't?" I asked her.
"I had no way in finding out where she could be. I had no last name, no regional area in Seattle to so searching for her. Believe me," She said to be before having a shaky breath come through her lips, "Wolf Company was not authorized to give out our real information to anyone, even after we were discharged we were not allowed to give out our names to others." It made no sense to me, still, now how they weren't allowed to give out their names, even their first names, to anyone.
"So, that leaves you being the only one who knows where she lives." She said to me carefully now, having me now feel like I was in the hot seat and she was watching me give her some kind of hint as to where she would finder old friend from the war.
"You think she's in trouble?" I asked her, seeing her nod her head once at me now and looking determined about it.
"Come on, Joe. You know how her family is, she's told you what happened to her," I stayed quiet when this subject was now placed on the table, "Her life back at home was shit, and we both know she would be anywhere else than there." She once again paused and let out one more shaky breath that made me see that this was beyond real trouble.
"What is it?" I asked, shrugging my shudders since I was not following her at all.
"When we got back stateside, she was transferred to a hospital out near Washington D.C.," Artemis explained to me slowly now, but she looked like was about to vomit from what she was about to tell me, "After she was there for only a few days, someone came in and bought every single piece of equipment that was needed to help her get better, from home." My heart sunk to the floor and I lost any kind of way with words. I knew what that meant since I had some kind of clear understanding that she came from a wealthy family, but that also meant….
"Holy shit." I said in defeat as I sunk to the coach and head my head in my hands. I heard her walking over to stand in front of me sitting down on the coffee table before I could tell her to get off.
"Three guesses who brought her home to heal, with nowhere to run." Artemis muttered to me in a serious manner.
"Her damn mother, that's who." I muttered back to her, looking up from my heads resting in my hands and she eyed me, the seriousness was back in her eyes like she was shooting her bow an arrow again.
"That's the reason why I came here today: I need her address so I can go and see what happened to her." She explained to me boldly now.
"See what happened?" I asked her in almost a scoff, "You know what's happening to her."
"Okay," She said to me before I could bite her head off even more, "Then get her the hell out of there. I just…I just wanna see if she's okay." I would want to see her too, know that she survived all that has happened to her since she left us there in that Nazi town. Was she even around? Who knows what her mother was doing to her, let alone letting her be shut away from the rest of us that were worried about her. I made a promise to her once, and I hoped to fulfill that promise to her.
"I'll come with you. We got to Seattle, together." I explained to her, the both of us getting up from our spots in my living room, "I ain't gonna let her rot in that hell up there."
"Perfect, I can drive." She said to me as I walked over to the table top where I knew I had my wallet, " I have a good enough car that can last us the drive."
"We have to stop in Oregon before we head up to Washington," I explained to her, shoving the wallet in my back pocket now as she eyed me in confusion, "To Astoria."
"Why?" She asked.
"We have another friend from Easy that lives there and would love to come with and see Kit. Our friend, Don Malarky. I figure if we got up there, it's better if there is more of us in numbers." I explained to her again, seeing her nod once before I knew I had to write down a note to explained to my family why I left them out of the blue. It would seem silly to them. But I had a promise to uphold.
"What's your name anyways?" I asked her out of the blue as we both were walking out the house and over to the sidewalk. She eyed me, her blond thin hair flowing in the wind now and hiding some of her face as the cool summer night was coming over us.
"Why do ya wanna know?" She asked me, not in cockiness but in curiosity. I shrugged my shoulders now.
"We're not in the war anymore, I'd figured I would wanna know more about the girl I'm riding with to see my friend and rescue her from her dumb ass mother." I replied, seeing her cock a grin at me before she answered.
"My real name is Peggy." She replied before she turned and kept walking. I grinned as I followed.
I was getting my friend out of hell.
Off to Seattle.