Marcus showed up right at 9:00 and I got in his car."What do you like to do?" he asked."Dancing is always fun." I know this bar with a dance floor." I...m only 18, I'm not old enough to get in." The bouncers a friend of mine." We can try."Marcus drove to the bar chatting the whole way about what we both liked and what we were planning after college. I had not noticed that the bar was in a seedy part of town.We went into the bar it was dimly lit with a dance floor and several tables. The music was. The other kids, older than him, sneer down their well shaped noses. Big blue eyes creep up to the girl, for maybe a flash of friendship, of recognition. But she has no time for her old friend now and turns away.The sound of the hammer being drawn back. Click, click, click.The face above Apollo moves out of his vision, the gun barrel slips from between his cracked dry lips, banging his teeth as the figure moves away across the empty concrete floor. A parking lot, dimly lit, the halogen tube. If having the emotional attachment to Brian wasn’t bad enough, the physical attraction was just down, right wrong. In the past few weeks, as she began to let go of her anger, she has been having fantasies about him. In the mornings, after she hears his alarm go off, she’ll sneak into his room and watch him through a crack in the bathroom door as he showers and gets ready for the day. She loved to watch the water run across his back and then flow down his body. Though most of the time he would. ." Please Lamar, I gave you and your friends what you wanted." Bitch, you ain't even begun to give me what I want. Now next time I don't want to have to remind you like I did tonight, cause if I do, you ain't gonna like it," he said, clenching his fist in her face. "Next time it gotta be better than it was tonight, understand?"When she didn't respond immediately, he slapped her across the face, bringing a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. "... Yes... better..." she moaned as he.