Maria walked over, crouched down in front of me, and pulled out an eyebrow pencil. She scrawled across my face, pressing harder and harder, until she got bored. Then she pulled out a razor blade and pressed it flat against my cheek.
"Consequences? I'd love to see how a piece of trash like you makes me pay. But first, let me show you the consequences of running that mouth." She angled the blade. "How about I carve 'whore' right across your face, so you never forget what you are?" She started to press down.
Before the sting could register, a helicopter roared overhead, whipping up a gale that blasted through the crowd and tore them off me.
I could finally see what was around me. And that helicopter was unmistakable.
It was the first birthday gift I'd given Walter after we started dating.
The helicopter touched down on the open ground by the entrance, and a man in a couture suit stepped out.
