Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
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*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.
I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*
Rusty, a bar whore, one prone to spend time searching for love in all the wrong places, nursed her drink (whiskey straight) slowly and looked around the crowded country bar for a man to spend the night with. It didn’t really matter what kind of guy it was. She just needed someone to fill the need for the night. She was once an attractive woman, shimmering brown hair, sparkling green eyes, with a body that would make most men rethink religion and their wives. But at her current age of forty five she had started to sag and lag in all the wrong ways. She wasn’t aging into ugliness, nothing like that, but the drinking, the casual sex, drugs, and cigarettes, were taking a hard toll on her body and her looks.
“Another one, Rusty,” the bartender asked. He knew her and knew her drinking limits, they were legendary, so he knew it would take a lot for her to reach her limit.
“Slam it,” she replied and knocked back her drink. It went down easy and smooth.
“Not much to work with?” The bartender asked, a college kid, right around twenty, fit and in shape, kind of a stand out in a world filled with bar flies. He had noticed her eyes scanning the room while he poured her another round.
“No. Maybe it’s a sign.”
“A sign?”
“To clean things up, get back on a new path, quit trying to fuck everything that walks,” she replied, knocking back the drink in one gulp. She pulled out a large wad of bills and paid her tab, leaving a hefty tip.
“That tips too much,” the bartender replied, but he wasn’t going to turn it down. Steak instead of something in the microwave would be a nice change of pace.
“Keep it. You’ve earned it. Consider it an early Christmas present.”
“Thanks,” he replied. “Are you okay to drive?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“Part of the procedure. I have to ask even though I know the answer.”
“Yep, right as rain,” she replied and smiled, a smile that made her look years younger.
“Be safe. It’s starting to snow out there.”
“Will do. Thanks,” she replied and made her exit.
Outside, Rusty cinched her coat tight, and looked up into the late afternoon sky. It was a cold and dreary day, bitter winds were tearing through the air, and soft flakes of snow were falling, dusting the ground and the idle cars in the parking lot. She left her stance and hurried over to her truck. She climbed inside, fired up the engine, and turned on classic country music, but classic country wasn’t doing it for her today. She needed something more upbeat, louder, more in tune with the Christmas season. She found a local station playing nothing but Christmas songs. She turned it up loud, hummed along to Jingle Bell Rock, feeling good for the first time in a very long time, thinking that maybe the next year would be a season of change. Maybe pack it all up and head to the coast. Start fresh and start new. Plenty of places needed a waitress and she was sure one of them would hire her. She pulled out of the parking lot and angled her truck towards home. The drive was easy and smooth and about half way home was when she saw the sign for The Lot.
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One Writer Ranting 
I like Rusty. She’s tough.
I was rooting for her to survive. Felt like she needed to.