Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (new reading .TXT) 📗

2

 Baby's Point of View

 

 

Two years later

 

Dressed in a faded brown men's suit matching it with a hat.  I carefully scratched the fake thick white mustache on my face while I look at the billboard I paid for, 8 men in their uniform slowly working on installing a huge platform on a medium-rise orphanage building.

 

All this work, to send out a message that I'm doing fine to my Aunt Madonna and Carly. 

 

it's on the same building I'm designated to use for this purpose.  We all have our own designated buildings in this city.  I just recently checked my aunt Madonna and Carly's whereabouts and am glad they're doing okay in their own set of cities but other than that no detail on what their life is like, I still have to wait three years to be reunited as this was the plan to have a get together every five years.   

 

The signage was simple but had some bold letters to know which town I'm staying which is invisible to normal citizens.

 

Over time people are used to seeing Bible verses on this building.  It has become a part of the community no one bothers to question why would anyone pay for two or three sentences. 

 

Suddenly feeling cold from the wind outside, I push the power button for my car's window to close up, turn on the ignition, and drive home, to a small town miles away from the city.  I had to change multiple cars from different locations just to make sure I'm not followed. 

 

I discarded the old man disguises I had on the third car made sure I laser out all my DNA from the remains.  People in the underworld have gotten so good at developing new techniques catching retrievers, luckily we got out of the business however we will forever have to watch our backs.  I'm not complaining it's better to be doing this than always risking our lives for other people's benefits.   

 

I had to maintain a certain lifestyle to keep people away from thinking I'm suspicious.  This is the very first time in my whole life that I didn't have to wear any disguise, it truly is freedom. 

 

I live in a small cabin in the woods with two bedrooms and a basement.  I told the townspeople that I'm an artist and I'm here for research.  so far people have hired me to do portraits and in return, I get all sorts of food payments.  I don't mind I'm not a good cook myself. 

 

It's only been a year and people are somewhat fond of visiting me out here in the woods from time to time.  When I say people I meant mostly men which I try to shut any attempt of having any connection for I still have one more year before I could have a normal life completely.

 

The landlord also like that I painted the outside of the cabin white to give it a cozy vibe.  It's so vibrant seeing it with lots of brown surrounding it. 

 

I parked the old beat-up truck on the muddy driveway.

 

I let out a deep breath while holding onto the steering wheel. I look at the cabin with sadness for this is the last week I'll be staying in here. It's a must to move out before I get too attached to anyone.  It's a rule we created, we needed to make legit paper trails so it'll be easier to blend in the society after three years then we can truly have a permanent home.

 

I drag my feet towards the door.  The familiar nature scent smell welcomes me.  I like this place.  It's my second hometown, It's a shame I have to leave this place. Perhaps I can come back after ten years.

 

I lay my bag and keys on the kitchen counter as I made myself a cup of coffee.  I grab two cheese cupcakes.

 

I sat down outside the porch area on my two-seater swing chair looking at the comfort the woods had to offer, munching the soft chewy cake melted in seconds before I know it I can already taste the bottom sweetness of the coffee slurping all the goodness. 

 

I felt the urge to touch my temple and felt traces of the adhesive I had to use to glue in the wig.  I made a mental note to be more careful switching from one disguise to another if I want to keep living free. I've been getting careless lately because of the move.  It has been two years of freedom and I've become lazy with details that I need to avoid. this is very dangerous I thought.  well, no one has seen my face in the underworld so I shouldn't overthink things.

 

I head straight for the bathroom to wash off myself.  As I got naked, my figure has caught my attention, I gained a little weight but I'm not complaining it filled up my breast even more. 

I hate working out the only reason why I kept training is because of Carly but now that we're not in any mission, I don't need to look like I'm going in battle but be a normal-looking citizen. my skin color got lighter in this part of the region perhaps the new destination will give my skin some nice tan. 

 

My straight dark hair is slowly growing down to the middle of my back. I need to cut it short when I get to my third city. I don't need attention to myself and don't need to make friends either, I already made that mistake over here, these people don't need to die just because they met me.  I don't care for an intimate relationship like Carly.  I know how badly she wants that life with children, she can't stop talking about it.  I on the other hand just want to live free maybe have a pet. See the world, live old and die!

 

I turned on the shower, trying to adjust the water temperature to my liking.

the water feels nice to my skin.  I can stay in this shower for a good half an hour just thinking of nothing when suddenly the water stops and a green smoke emits from the showerhead.

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