Yes. Someone wasn�t doing their job. There is no way this guy should have made it back here. That�s why I go this way when I�m in a hurry. It�s quiet. The door is so heavy the other girls don�t bother. Most need to find one of the bouncers just to open it. Still, this is ridiculous. I�m tempted to change just to watch him piss himself. Cat chick? He doesn�t know the half of it.
Instead I walk over to where the knife fell. I should just leave him. But I know how steel sounds against brass. That wasn�t it. I want to know what that knife is made of. So I step carefully around him, lean down and pick up the hilt between my fingers. It burns. I drop it quickly. Shit. Silver. Of all the stupid things. I am violently allergic to silver. You can still see the faint scar around my wrist where my mother once insisted I try on this silver bracelet. It was only a minute. I didn�t say anything because I wanted to please her. One of the rare occasions she actually took me out. It�s so delicate and pretty dear. Mother should have known better. Delicate doesn�t last long around me.
This asshole could seriously have hurt me. My hands are shaking. What the hell prompted him to use a silver blade? Nobody outside my family and a few friends know about my birth defect. They aren�t talking. I start taking slow, deep breaths, trying to center myself like Sifu says in class. Of all the idiot things. My parents haven�t even tried looking for me since I ran away. It�s been over a year. I did them a favor by disappearing.
This is an accident. A stupid coincidence. He�s whimpering now. I really do need to tell someone in the club. Get him sent to a hospital or something. At least log the attempted assault. Otherwise he might crawl out of here and make up some story about what happened.
I pull my cel out of my pocket and quickly place the call. By the sound in Dion�s voice, I know someone�s in trouble. I sigh. So much for getting home early. Jess�s boyfriend had better be breathing through a tube. Otherwise, I�m going to kill her.
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