Pay to Play Chapter 11

  Olaf ran into the apartment to find Jezie cowering on the floor in front of the sofa. Tony was standing over her, gun aimed at her chest. She noticed Olaf the second he walked through the door, but neither of them made a sound. They new the element of suprise was the only hope of surviving this. Olaf crept quietly into the kitchen, looking for something to use as a weapon. He could hear what Tony was saying in the other room.

  "Jezie, you just don't get it do you? You're not worth more than your cunt, and these days thats not too much is it? Why the fuck didn't you show up for that appointment? It was God damned bloody important! You work for me you little bitch!"

  It took every ounce of strength Olaf had to not rush into the room unarmed when he heard Jezie cry out. He would only asume Tony was hitting her. He wanted her dead, but not enough to do it himself. Now, whether or not some of his goons would show up soon to do the dirty work was a suprise he didn't want to get. Grabbing a heavy copper skillet, Olaf creeped into the room. He snuck up behind Tony and used all his might to swing the frying pan down hard on the temperal lobe. It must have worked, Tony crumpled to the floor and Jezie started to sob.

 Bending down, Olaf brushed the hair out of her face, "Shh, baby. Its all going to be ok. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm right here. Jezie, baby, its ok. No one's going to get you. Can you get up? Do you think you can walk?"

  She shook her head slightly and he scooped her up in her arms only to have her cry out when her arm brushed his chest. It was then he noticed the gross swelling and purple welts.

  "Oh dear God! He broke your arm! Hospital now!"

  "No."

  "Yes, Jezie what are you talking about, you have to. You have a broken arm for Pete's sake!"

  "Olaf, prostitution is illegal here. They'll call the police and they'll ask questions they'll find out what I am - what I was. I'll go to jail. Its not worth it. Besides, I'm sure you can patch it up just fine."

  The struggle showed in his steely grey eyes. He was worried about her arm, but at the same time he understood the risk in going to the hospital with an injury like this. Because of the current situation, Jezie would probably get more time in prison than Tony would.

  "Fine, I'll fix you up, but if things start to look worse, or they don't start getting better soon we're going to a doctor, even if we have to lie through our teeth. Ok?"

  Jezebel nodded and Olaf walked slowly down the hallway to the stairwell, careful not to move his upper body too much. He didn't want to hurt her any worse. He slid her into the passenger seat and closed the door after buckleing her in. He drove cautiously, trying not to get pulled over and trying not to jar the car or its lovely passenger. It really was amazing how she could look so beautiful after being beaten. A half an hour, and many traffic jams later, Olaf pulled up in front of his apartment building. It was nicer than Jezie's albeit not in much of a better neighborhood. They were on the outskirts of the Red Light District, although it was still better than her place in the dead center of it. He walked over to her door and opened it, undoing the seatbelt and gathering her in his arms. He drapped a blanket he found in the backseat across them so it would look like she was sleeping, not pulverized. One of his neighbors opened the door for them and he took the elevator up to his penthouse apartment. Jezie didn't know he was so loaded, although the nice clothes, awesome car, and incredibly large tips should have given it away. Sometimes it was easier not to focus on the customers, just to do your job and be done with it.  He used a key card to open the door and he left the door wide open as he set Jezie down on the white plush sofa. He shut, locked, and deadbolted the door even though it wasn't necessary. He had the only key. Even his super couldn't get in. But he figured it would make Jezie alot more comfortable. He was on his way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and some ace bandages when he heard her mewing on the couch.

  "Please don't leave me alone."

  "Oh baby. Of course I won't. Come on, we're going into the bathroom."

  He helped her walk and had her sit on the closed toilet lid while he washed the blood off her face and applied some salve to the cuts. He bandaged some of the bad ones. Her ankle was swollen from being twisted the wrong way and he wrapped an ace bandage snuggly around it. Next, for the arm. He was a bit worried. It would be hard to wrap it without touching it, and touching it was going to cause alot of pain. He reached in the medicine cabinet and pulled out two oxycotin from when he had gotten his wisdom teeth pulled a few months back. He handed them to Jezie along with a glass of water. He stood next to her and rubbed her forehead until the medicine kicked in. Then he slowly set her arm against her body and bandaged it tightly. She was slumping foward so he lifted her up gently and carried her into the bedroom. The blankets were already pulled back so he laid her down and pulled the covers up over her. Glancing back at the sleeping beauty, he wandered towards the kitchen to make a cup of coffee when he heard a scream from the bedroom.

  "Oh God, let her be okay," thought Olaf as he raced to Jezie's side...