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glass, furniture and red
spray paint on the walls. The letters read ‘MURDERER’ and ‘EAT
BLAKE STEW NOT BUNNY STEW’. I sat down on one of the few unbroken
chairs and put my head in my hands. I knew almost instantly what
this was about and that it was my fault.
    “ This is your
fault?” Ollie looked at me in confusion, desperately trying to
process the situation.
    I turned to Nate who refused to
even look at me. He stared at the letters on the wall in
despair.
    “ I did an earth
to plate special a few weeks ago,” my voice was thick with tears. I
wanted to cry from seeing their beautiful restaurant vandalised.
Before I’d arrived the place had been almost perfect. Now, it place
was in pieces. I really didn’t like myself right now.
    “ A hunter
caught a rabbit on her show and then she cooked it. An animal
cruelty group was disgusted. They’ve been targeting her ever since,
protesting her show’s treatment of animals,” Nate explained as he
picked up half a broken bottle of red wine carefully, “$300 a
bottle.”
    “ I’m so sorry.
I never thought for a second it would escalate to this level.” I
tried to apologize but the look of anger on Ollie’s face made it
clear he wasn’t ready to accept my words.
    “ This is why we
didn’t want your name connected to Sails,” Nate looked at me
disappointedly. All the warmth and passion I’d seen in his eyes
earlier completely hidden.
    “ I’m sorry,” I
whispered, wincing as Ollie kicked a piece of broken chair across
the room in rage.
    “ Get out!”
Ollie shouted at me, storming over to the door and yanking it open.
The hinges creaked under the pressure. “You knew how much this
meant to us. If you being here put our business in danger you
shouldn’t have come home!”
    “ Nate, I’ll pay
for all this damage since waiting for the insurance payout will
mean you miss the opening date. I know Ollie won’t accept it but I
hope you do.” I left without saying another word, cringing as the
door slammed shut behind me.
    I walked home with tears in my
eyes. I was feeling pretty broken. I’d screwed up and now two
people I loved were suffering.
    I was half way home when I
heard a car slow down beside me. I made the mistake of making eye
contact with the driver.
    “ Logan Blake?”
The driver said in shock.
    The three men jumped out of the
Ute, pulling rabbit masks over their heads. It was starting to dawn
on me who these guys most likely were. Talk about being in the
wrong place at the wrong time. I was beginning to think that the
universe was out to get me. This was karma for killing the
rabbit.
    I broke out in a cold sweat,
adrenaline pumping through my body as I faced the three men alone
on a deserted street in the dark. Nothing good could come from
this. I doubted they wanted an autograph or picture.
    “ Je ne parle
pas anglais,” I said as I took off in a dead sprint. I ran daily
and had been on the track team in High School. Running was a much
better plan than fighting. I could feel one of them hot on my
heels, obviously a decent runner himself as he was rapidly gaining
on me. I screamed out for help into the still night as he got
closer and closer. My lungs and legs burning as I pushed myself to
go faster in a desperate last effort to escape him.
    He lunged at me and I hit the
ground. On impact I felt my Ulna snap and my head bounce on the
concrete. I screamed out in pain.
    The other two attackers came to
a stop beside us panting heavily. The guy that had tackled me stood
up. I clutched my broken arm tightly to my chest. Blood running
down my face made me realise I had a gash on my forehead. I started
to feel woozy but forced myself to remain alert. I needed to get
away and I needed a hospital, pronto.
    “ Shit man, you
broke her arm,” the one shouted at the other, clearly having never
intended for it to go this far. Then you
shouldn’t have chased me, I thought
bitterly. I wondered if not assault, then what was their intention
when they pulled