The Lure of a Vampire
The Running Game
"What did you do?" Chastity asked, her furious gaze turning on her father quickly once the door was shut and they were left in privacy.
Her father said nothing as he lifting the beer that was on his hand to his mouth and took a long drink before turning and heading to the couch, plopping down as he scratched his belly. "DAD!"
"We had some debt! A lot of really bad people would have come if they weren't settled. Mr. de Laurentiis said he could help us out for a small favor."
"So you sold me to him?" Chastity screamed. "You can do this to me! You can't force me to go with him! I won't go with him."
"The fuck I can't!" He shouted back at her. "You don't go with him you can kiss goodbye to this place because I'll kick your ass out!"
"I hate you!" Chastity screamed at him before turning and fleeing from the living room, heading straight to her bedroom and slamming the door.
Pulling her backpack from her shoulders she dumped the contents onto the floor before lunging to her closet. Shoving several changes of clothes inside, she didn't care if they wrinkled. Then after digging in a pile of dirty laundry and shoes she found an old peanut butter jar stuffed with cash.
It was every last penny she had saved in the last year. Her escape plan, her rainy day fund. At last count she had over three hundred dollars. If escaping forced marriage wasn't a great way of spending the money she wasn't sure what would be.
Taking the wad of bills in her hand she shoved them deep into the pockets of her backpack before zipping everything up tight and tossing the bag near the window.
Stomping to her desk, she took her Mac off the charger and put it into its bag then twisted up the charger and did the same. Slinging the carrying bag over her shoulder she walked towards the window; snatching her IPod from her dresser as she walked by.
Lifting her backpack from the ground Chastity put the back on her back before opening her bedroom window; thankful they had one of the only single level homes in the neighborhood.
Chastity quickly climbed out of the ground, her feet crunching on dead leaves as she made her way across the lawn and down the dark street.
It was well past curfew so she knew she had to be careful to not catch the attention of the police. As casually as she could, Chastity walked down the road and towards town. It would be at least a two hour walk before she reached the innermost part of the city, and maybe another thirty minutes to reach the bus station but Chastity knew she could do it.
Forced marriage was a good motivator and it felt like she could walk for hours; barefoot, over shattered glass and hot coals.
Her father said nothing as he lifting the beer that was on his hand to his mouth and took a long drink before turning and heading to the couch, plopping down as he scratched his belly. "DAD!"
"We had some debt! A lot of really bad people would have come if they weren't settled. Mr. de Laurentiis said he could help us out for a small favor."
"So you sold me to him?" Chastity screamed. "You can do this to me! You can't force me to go with him! I won't go with him."
"The fuck I can't!" He shouted back at her. "You don't go with him you can kiss goodbye to this place because I'll kick your ass out!"
"I hate you!" Chastity screamed at him before turning and fleeing from the living room, heading straight to her bedroom and slamming the door.
Pulling her backpack from her shoulders she dumped the contents onto the floor before lunging to her closet. Shoving several changes of clothes inside, she didn't care if they wrinkled. Then after digging in a pile of dirty laundry and shoes she found an old peanut butter jar stuffed with cash.
It was every last penny she had saved in the last year. Her escape plan, her rainy day fund. At last count she had over three hundred dollars. If escaping forced marriage wasn't a great way of spending the money she wasn't sure what would be.
Taking the wad of bills in her hand she shoved them deep into the pockets of her backpack before zipping everything up tight and tossing the bag near the window.
Stomping to her desk, she took her Mac off the charger and put it into its bag then twisted up the charger and did the same. Slinging the carrying bag over her shoulder she walked towards the window; snatching her IPod from her dresser as she walked by.
Lifting her backpack from the ground Chastity put the back on her back before opening her bedroom window; thankful they had one of the only single level homes in the neighborhood.
Chastity quickly climbed out of the ground, her feet crunching on dead leaves as she made her way across the lawn and down the dark street.
It was well past curfew so she knew she had to be careful to not catch the attention of the police. As casually as she could, Chastity walked down the road and towards town. It would be at least a two hour walk before she reached the innermost part of the city, and maybe another thirty minutes to reach the bus station but Chastity knew she could do it.
Forced marriage was a good motivator and it felt like she could walk for hours; barefoot, over shattered glass and hot coals.