Matt pushed one of the random groupies off of his lap, “Beat it slut.”

She scurried away as fast as she could before he hit her. Matt hadn’t always been a violent person. He could remember the girl that made him happy, she was his other half. When she left, she took a part of him with her. Athena was the one that got away, but Matt was no determined to find her.



Athena looked around the bar she was sitting in. Matt’s old aviators placed over her eyes. She was trying her best to stay in the shadows, living in a shitty apartment, working at an underground club where she was known as ‘Athens.’

“Yo, Athens. Your shifts over.” Her boss Bret yelled.

She nodded and threw her apron off, then walking out of the back door and carefully making her way back to the shitty apartment. Athena was scared to death that Matt would find her and torture her for leaving him all those years ago.

He’s not there, he’s not looking for you. She said to herself in her mind over and over again but each time she said it, she was put even more on edge. If he did find her, she would never be able to trust him. Not after he killed innocent people with his bare hands.