prim’s Story

Primrose, or Prim as she'd been called, Primrose usually reserved for the rare times she was in trouble or that one fateful incident she hated thinking about, had led the life of a wanderer since her early twenties. She'd been born the only child of a stripper-turned-nurse, and a man who was a knee-breaker and loan shark for a local crime family in Australia. That family had essentially been hers as well, her father and the heir-turned-head of the family brothers in every way but blood.

Her happy childhood had turned into a pleasant if sometimes strange adolescence, learning at her father's knee how to read people, learn their tells and and most of all, be the picture of discretion. Then, everything had changed one night when she was sixteen.

She had gone grocery shopping with her mother, Prim only going because she had wanted donuts, and upon their arrival, as Prim was helping to get groceries out of the car, her mother's scream rang out in the late summer afternoon. Dropping everything, Prim had run inside to find her mother in the doorway of the kitchen, wailing, because her beloved father was lying in an ever-expanding pool of his own blood, a knife sticking out of his chest.

Her life had changed in that moment, and Prim took a short detour into the darker side of life, her grades dropping almost to the point of failure, she skipped school and hung out with the wrong people. She avoided drugs, mostly because she didn't like them, but her life was heading for a crash-landing when her aunt and uncle took the reins, gently but firmly and helped her steer her ship back where it had been.

University had given her a business degree, friends and the second worst heartbreak she'd had in her relatively short life. The professor she'd dated, and hadn't that been a secret thrill, dropping dead of a heart attack after six months. She didn't date after that for some time until she met Lucian, who, well, he had ‘bad bad decision’ written all over him and she simply couldn't resist. Well, the Black Amex card certainly helped relations along. An anonymous phone call 18 months later helped her avoid a huge fallout when his misdeeds were uncovered. Stuck in a rut and needing a new look on life, she packed her bags and left her home for good.

A decade later and she was working as both dancer and dancer manager in a club when it was suddenly closed down, the employees arriving at work to find the doors barred and signs up telling them the business was closed for good. 

As Prim stood in front of the building, freshly fired, thinking more thoughts than her brain could handle, she definitely felt a man brush past her and slip something into her jacket pocket “Oi!” she hollered, swiftly turning around to grab the man, but all she could see was the back of a long trench on a tall man in a hat. She fished for the alien object in her pocket to pull out a black card with a gold circle on it. Behind it was a phone number. Brushing the expensive gold lettering with her thumb, she stared at it intently. “It couldn't hurt, right?”