Leave Colorado And Never Come Back
Conner
I was an absolute sh*t for doing this. But when I watched Bryson leave with Shay and the other guy, I just couldn’t stand watching him leave. Seeing him up close like this was a punch in the gut, so I waited for them to get a few stalls down, and then I went to Rolland, who sold motorcycle parts, and told him I wasn’t feeling well, and I had to use the bathroom. I told him I might be a minute, and he said no problem he’d watch my stall. I took the money I had already made that day and I followed them. I didn’t care if anyone stole my sh*t I could make more. I just wanted to make sure they got home okay. They all looked a little shell-shocked. Well, the one guy looked like he wanted to murder me when I said I knew who Shay was in the grocery store, but he complimented my work, he wasn’t a total a*shole.
So, I walked to my truck, which just so happened to be in the same row as them. The guy and Shay were
so concentrated on Bryson they didn’t notice when I walked by them and got in my truck. Bryson had been pale. That worried me. I wondered what was going through his mind.
When they pulled up to a really nice house, I just drove by. They got home safe. That’s all that was
important.
I was going to leave it at that. I went back to my stall and sold every piece I had brought with me and had
commissions for three tables and chair sets.
So, tell me why I was sitting down the street from their darkened house? I have no clue why I was there. It
wasn’t even on my way home. But something pulled me here tonight. The house was dark, it didn’t even
look like anyone was home. There were no cars in the driveway, but they could have been in the three-car
garage. Seriously, Bryson was doing well for himself, if this was his place. Or maybe they all pulled their
money together to get it. Headlights turned down the street and I watched as a car pulled into their driveway. It was Shay that got out and only Shay. Hmm, I wondered where the guys were.
I watched her walk into the house and I let out a breath. Why was I here? I was just about to start my truck
and go home when I saw a car door open down the street. It was dark, the car was parked in between
streetlights, and I wondered why the interior light didn’t go on. I found that really f*cking strange.
A man walked close to the streetlight. He was in all black and had a bag with him. The way he was walking made me scoff. He crouched a little and looked suspicious as f*ck. If I was a neighbor looking out the window, I would have called the cops. But I wasn’t, and I wanted to see where he was going. When he turned and walked towards Shay’s, Bryson’s, and that guy’s place, I went on alert. No f*cking way was I going to let anything happen to Bryson’s girlfriend. That would destroy him. I could tell he was in love with her by the way he looked at her when our confrontation happened.
I slipped out of my truck and closed the door quietly. On quiet feet, I followed the guy. I slid into the shadows of the foliage that was around. This guy looked into a window, and he must be watching Shay do whatever it was she was doing. He was oblivious of my approach. I looked into the window from the front of the house and froze. From my angle, Shay was just taking off the little sundress she had on. She
Leave Colorado And Never Come Back
was in a black bikini, and d*mn, Bryson was a lucky man.
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The guy at the window was about six feet away from me and my eyes bulged. The way his hand was moving, was he jerking off? Sick f*ck. I was just about to move to take him down when he suddenly ducked, so I froze. I did not want to get caught out here looking in the windows of a woman’s house. I really didn’t want to go back to jail. I had one year of probation. I had nine months left. I didn’t want to get caught doing anything stupid.
I watched as he slowly peeked over the window seal. He fumbled with his pants and I think he was
putting himself back together, thank f*ck. He swiftly took off down the side of the house towards the back. I followed at a steady pace. I just glimpsed him going around a corner, when I saw the backyard
open up. I almost whistled through my teeth. The backyard was stunning. I hid behind a tree. I saw the
guy hop the wrought iron fence, and I was a little impressed. The fence was a good eight feet high. But
the bars in between were close together, and you could stick the toe of your shoe in to get wedged to help
you climb.
I’ll have to somehow let Bryson know about that flaw. When the man moved away, I got up close to the fence and looked around. The backyard was bigger than I initially thought. Going around another corner it opened up more. I didn’t see the guy, so I jumped the fence too.
I put my back to the house wall and peeked around. I was in a dark shadow, and I was lucky I was also in
all black. The guy was at the back sliding door, and he was doing something to the lock. That’s it, this guy is going down. I looked down on the ground and saw a fist-sized rock. I picked it up and weighed it in my palm. Yeah, this will do. I stepped around the corner quietly, I threw my arm back and chucked it. Bingo! I
hit the guy right in the head, and he slumped to the ground. I looked around some more and that’s when I
spotted the tiny cameras, two of them on the overhang. I took two more rocks and threw them, shattering the lenses. Wasn’t an all-star pitcher in college for nothing. I swiftly ran over and put the lock-picking tools this guy was using back in the bag he brought. I looked inside the glass door and didn’t see anyone. That was good. I then grabbed the bag and picked the guy up. He was out cold. I hefted him over my
shoulders and went back to the fence. I was just about to throw him over when I looked to the left and
noticed a latch. It was one of those latches that could only be opened from one side. I flipped it and opened the gate to it. I dropped the guy, went back through, relocked the latch and hopped over the fence. I didn’t want to leave the gate unlocked.
I picked the guy back up and swiftly took him and his bag to my truck. I opened the back door of my truck and threw him and the bag in. F*ck what was I going to do with him? I got in my truck, started the engine and took off. I went to my warehouse, got the guy out, took him inside and I got an idea. I went to my work bench and laid him over it. His stomach was on the bench and his hands and feet were hanging there, so I got some rope and tied them to each other and I went to fill a bucket with cold water. Once the bucket was full, I went to the guy and poured it all over him.
The man came to with a loud gasp and cursed profusely.
“What the f*ck? Where the f*ck am I? Why am I upside down?” he screamed.
“You’re in my warehouse,” I said.
