-1AN: I think this is a much needed chapter for this story. I am so sorry to all of you who have noticed that I have not updated since August. Please forgive me. Please keep reading! I love you all. Tear

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Chapter 7

I did wake up bright and early as Ron advised me to do. I was standing in the small kitchenette wearing jeans and a v-neck and eating a buttered bagel when I heard him knocking at the door. He smiled when he saw me.

"You look too nice. I thought you said this wasn't a date?" I said sceptically. He grinned.

"It's not. Besides you look awesome as well. Those jeans do wonders." He winked. I couldn't help but blush, but I rolled my eyes as well.

"Let's get out of here." I grabbed my bag off the table and walked past him into the hallway. He laughed as we waited for the elevator. "So where are we going?" I asked, pushing the down button one more time.

"That's not going to make it come any faster. I thought we'd start off somewhere safe." He was still smiling, his hair was naturally sticking up in front. I huffed.

"What exactly do you mean by 'safe'. I thought you were going to take me to the Met or something…"

I was surprised to hear him laugh even harder, if that was possible. The elevator door slid open and he took my arm and ushered me in. "Didn't I tell you that you were going to see my New York. I've never even been to the met, and I've been living here almost twenty one years. No I'm showing you the insider stuff. The unknown to the average tourist." His smile turned dirty and his green eyes went dark. "You'll be lucky if you come out of it the same.. Woman." I noticed he was still holding my arm and pulled back. "Right." He smiled more lightly, clearly not wounded at all. "Not a date."

"Remember that."

"I shall." He turned away and we walked out into the lobby. The doorman winked as we walked out into the New York sunshine. I smiled back hesitantly. "My first question for you is.." He spoke as we crossed the crowded street. "How do you feel about confined spaces?"

…..

The tires stopped, but the silver rims kept spinning. His mother had sold his previous car the moment he got into jail, but he told her to have one waiting when he got out. This one wasn't as good, but it was a pretty durable truck.

He knew he was a little early, but it was apparent that she wouldn't mind in the least. She had been waiting for him. This she wasn't his mother. No, she was much younger than that old hag. The girl waiting for him wasn't as beautiful as girls he had been with before, but this one was extra special. A gift he was forced to return before the fun could really start. This time he'd make sure there was no interruptions.

Will brought his hand to his face and noticed it was upturned into smile. Greed, hunger.. For righteousness.. For revenge. Whichever one came first would work for him. Yes, she lived in the house here across the street. The one with the windows and the white.. Everywhere. This girl would get what she deserved for putting him behind bars with actual criminals. He knew he wasn't a criminal.

He didn't steal anything.

Those girls clearly submitted to him out of their own free will. And Annabel was the one who wanted him. He could see it in the way she looked at him when he was with Sophie. That bitch apparently left the state after she graduated. It was a pity, because Will would sure like to take a chunk out of her too.

Will watched as a middle-aged man and woman came out of the house and made her way to her car. When she was gone, Will knew the house was empty. Who else would be here?

Opening the door and walked across the street and into the front yard, he looked in the front window, seeing pictures of the family everywhere. He choked on his own amusement. What a happy family. It was nearing twilight, so the room began to fade and Will could see the reflection of his truck behind him in the glass. He pressed his palm to the window and then leaned his forehead down as well.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Annabel." He moaned, his teeth glowing back at him. A few minutes later he turned around, got back in his truck, and pulled away.

….

I was aware of Ron's check pressed tightly against mine. I am a female if you haven't forgot. He had his hand pressed up to the head phone that covered his left ear. I had mine pressed up to the one on my right. And our other ears were pressed together. I couldn't stop myself from tapping my knuckles against my thigh. Ron was all smiles.

This was our first stop on the tour. Apparently this music store had been here since the sixties and it had barely been renovated since then. I could tell by the bright colours on the walls and in the room we were in now that had sound absorbers along the wall but fluff falling out in holes along the sides. It was cute in its way. There was a huge poster of Meatloaf on the wall beside us.

Between songs, Ron would yell things at me. Apparently, he figured I couldn't hear him if he spoke normally. It was mostly stuff about music, which he seemed to agree with me a lot on. "Does your boyfriend like them?" He asked, referring to the Canadian band Hedley. I shook my head. "He's not into the mainstream popular stuff. He's more of a depression music kind of guy."

He frowned. "How do you live like that? It would be like living with Eeyore the donkey."

"I don't know." I smirked. "But he's definitely not a donkey…"

"What is he, a Walrus?" He smirked, pulling the headphones off. I poked him in the side.

"Funny." I murmured. "Where now?"

"Ummm.. Lunch!"

"It's like only eleven o'clock!"

"Yes it is." Ron said as he grabbed an album out of a bin and walked to the cashier, a big man with long brown hair. The word 'hippie' appeared in my head and I wondered if he was here when it opened. Back in the sixties. "But it's going to take us a while to walk there."

"Walk?"

"Yeah. It's this great little place down in China town."

"Where's China town?" I asked as we walked out of the building.

"A ways.."

"Great….." I moaned. He laughed and grabbed my hand.

"You wanted me to show you New York. Don't whine."

The day was full of things I had never done before. We watched ships go by, we climbed to the top of the statue of liberty. And Ron held me up so that it seemed as if I was flying. And then I guess he decided I needed the whole experience, so he we went on a boat that trailed along the shore. I had fun feeling the water in my hands. It was amazing.

Not everything we did was legal though. To end the night, Ron bought us both Popeye's chicken and suddenly we were walking in behind buildings. He knocked on the back of metal door behind one of the stores of the street behind. It looked cheap, but he wasn't afraid. I was though, when I saw strange people walking around the garbage bins.

Ron smirked as I moved closer to him.

"What?" I whispered. "There are like no hobos where I'm from."

"That's right. Only Donkeys and Walrus'." He joked. The door opened and a girl with red dreadlocks opened the door. She gave me a once over and then nodded her head. It was darker inside then out, but Ron led me in anyway. "Annabel. Welcome to the underground." He whispered in my ear as I grabbed hold of his hand.