Bluegrass Creek: A Fictional Narrative

“Is everything all right with you now?” I asked having referred to her arm, but was actually prying deeper than that. “Just fine, better than before,” Anna responded as we took off. Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly. “How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone …show more content…

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I haven’t heard anything since I saw them at the Brewin’s safe house the day after the last gathering. They looked pretty bad. I don’t know how you come back from such a thing.” “You can, you can come back,” Anna pleaded, sounding defiant, as if she believed hard enough, she could will it to happen. “I’m sure they’re fine, I’ve come back from worse than what they took that night.” “Anna, after you take me home, where do you go?” I asked her pushing further, hoping she wouldn’t clam up. “Where do you go to wait out what might happen to you?” “I don’t go down for long,” she said almost being flippant. “I’m okay with the stuff. I only go down if I do an awful lot of it.” “Okay, then where do you go to wait out what might happen to you after you take a lot of it?” “I’m smarter than that,” she sniped. “I know not to take too much. I take what I can handle and if I ever take too much, I got a place.” “You have a place?” I asked. “Where? What place?” “A place?” she barked. “God, do you have to know …show more content…

“I got to go,” she began to say, but I cut her off. “I’ve taken care of it, Anna,” I said trying to explain. “I’ve already settled almost half your debt with Southside and I have his word that the goon squad is called off.” “What do you mean, Peter?” Anna asked, sounding nervous. She then filled her lungs for her next go around which I wasn’t sure was going to be all that favorable for me. “I know you owe Southside sixty grand, well, about forty now,” I told her hoping that she wouldn’t be too upset. “I know that’s why you work for the Alliance, to help pay down this debt. I know he’s been putting the screws to you and holding you to an interest rate you’ll never get out from under. And, I know I can help, I have helped. I’ve gotten Jimmy to call off the dogs and I’ve paid down what you owe. By this time next month you’ll be finished with him.” “How?” Anna demanded. “I work for him now,” I told her. “What!?!” she shouted becoming abhorrent. “Peter, how could you do that? Do you know what you’ve done?” “I’ve kept Southside from hurting you,” I responded. “Busting you up even further and leaving you a broken mess, or even worse… leaving you with a bullet in your