Free The Mistress, Part Two by Lexie Ray

that by the architecture on the inside – it probably used to be. The smell was another thing that protruded throughout the building; the muskiness of it all made her cringe with disgust.
    “Lucas?” she called. She was scared. For daylight, it was incredibly dark inside – which made sense: the alley had been as well – and she wasn’t sure if the building made noises due to a failure in architecture, or if she was surrounded by people, probably of the homeless variation – either way, she didn’t really want to be there.
    She whipped out her cell phone for added light, and even though it gave her enough sight to move forward and not bump into large objects, she still seemed to manage to go face-first into a bout of cobwebs. She heard movement and saw a dark silhouette dash across the room. She squealed in terror. “Lucas?” she called, and felt terror when she heard nothing in response. Just more movement, but this time – it was farther away from her.
    She continued onwards through a cramped hallway. A light shone in slightly through the hall, and she knew she was heading towards the front doors of the building. She sighed with relief, knowing that she was heading towards the light, because although she hadn’t found Lucas, the additional sight might aid her in her search.
    She wanted to cry as she walked across the creaky wooden floors because, despite the tightness, objects were still littered across the floor, and it created a bout of obstacles. They were nuisances to say the least, and when she finally crossed the threshold into the more spacious front room, she breathed out dramatically with relief.
    Just as she was catching her breath from the panic attack that was just about to consume her, she looked to the source of light that befell the room. It was out the front doors – and despite things having been stacked up in front of them, she could still see out – and she wailed audibly at what she saw.
                  There – outside – was Lucas. “How the fuck did he get out there?” she screamed, her voice strained from being out of breath. And then she noticed a pack of boys approaching him. She wasn’t sure – because to her all young boys looked the same – but she assumed that they were the same boys chasing him earlier.
    “SHIT!” she screamed, knowing if he had been running that this could be – and probably was – trouble.
    The leader of the boys walked towards Lucas, and was much larger in frame. She tried her best to get out there, but the debris wouldn’t allow her to. She first tried to dart around them, and in between, but soon realized her curves would have never allowed her to squeeze between some of the items. And then, in a panic, she began to climb.
    She climbed random objects with all her might and forced her way through the mess, but it wasn’t quick enough. The boy’s face was odd. It was scrunched up into a seething rage, and his pace was definitely quick and aimed directly towards Lucas.
    She watched as Lucas fell to the ground – likely in fear – and looked up at the boy. He was visibly shaking as the boy’s pace gained in intensity. Lucas used his hands and feet to back up, but only went so far before hitting the brick wall of the building’s stoop.
    She wasn’t entirely sure why he was so frightened, but it was likely not just the robust size of the boy. She wasn’t completely sure, but her instincts told her that this was the boy that had been giving him problems at school.
    She wished that Preston had shed light on the situation before something like this happened, but obviously he was unreliable and didn’t give a shit. If he could let this go on and not do a thing about it – what the hell did that say about him?
    The boy was easily twice Lucas’s size. And there was something odd in the boy’s eyes. They weren’t the eyes of your average bully – they were much more intense and dark than that. In fact, as she looked upon the boy, she