Hello peoples! This will be my other summer story. I have most of it planned out and it will be hopefully different from my other stories. All characters belong to Sega except Auntie Kira and Daniel
Ch. 1 Welcome Home
"Daddy," I murmured from the doorway as I watched him pack bags quickly. He flinched, turning around quickly. He relaxed when he noticed it was me.
"Hey baby," he said softly before turning back to packing. My feet moved me into the room.
"What are you doing," I asked. Even though I was 17 now, my voice was soft and gentle. But with my dad, I was always a little girl. I didn't want him to go. The very thought brought tears to my eyes.
"I need to go."
"Go? Daddy, you just got back." My dad was constantly coming and going, leaving me with my aunt. She was the one who practically raised me.
"I know, baby, I know. But this is serious. I can't stay here. You'll get hurt. Kira could get hurt. I'm not risking it."
"But daddy, can't you at least tell me what's going on." He sighed, turning and walking up to me.
"I wish I could but I can't. That'll put you in more danger. Look, just trust me, alright?"
"I am, but you're scaring me." He ran his fingers through my long pink hair gently, his jade green eyes softening. His hands cupped my face as he pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could've done this differently but I can't, baby girl. I can't. I love you. You know I do."
"I love you too Daddy but I don't want you to go."
"You can come with me to the airport. Would you like that?" I shook my head.
"I want you to stay right here, Daddy." He sighed, pulling out my hug. His eyes grew serious.
"Rosy, I can't stay here. I can't. I'm not endangering you or Kira. I love you both too much to do that."
"Who would hurt us?"
"People. I did the right thing but now, there are people after me. They are highly lethal, baby and I can't protect you when it comes to them. If something ever happened to you, I don't know what I'd do. Please understand that."
"I'm trying to, Daddy but I don't want you to go." I hugged him again. He hugged me back. I let the tears slip out my eyes. I was acting like a child again. After my mom left us, whenever he left, I'd throw a fit as well. Abandonment issues is one of the things wrong with me. If anyone leaves me, I don't know what I'd do.
"I don't want to either. Come on, baby. I don't wanna miss my flight." We pulled out our hug. I helped him bring his bags to the truck. The dark clouds that I had been photographing earlier now had raindrops and thunder coming out of them. I always liked thunderstorms so I guess that's one of the things that helped me calm down. We drove down to the airport in complete silence. He didn't want to go, I didn't want him to leave but yet he still had to. I walked him all the way to the gate, holding his hand. It reminded me of when I was little and I had to hold his hand everywhere we went so I wouldn't get lost. He turned to me when we reached the end point. "I want to give you something before I go," he said as his hand went into his pocket. He pulled out a necklace with a dark sliver chain that had an onyx rose pendent on it. I turned, holding up my hair so he could put it on. I looked down at it.
"It's so pretty." He nodded, smiling softly.
"I thought you'd like it. My little vampire," he said, dotting my nose. I smiled. His smile dropped. "If anything happens to me, just know that I love you Rosalinda. I love you more than anything in this world."
"I love you too daddy," I said, the tears returning. We hugged tightly, both of us crying softly. My dad was always there for me. Now he's going. God knows when I'll see him again. But after he said that, my whole heart broke down. He knew he was going to get killed. He was being so strong about it but I knew I couldn't. I wasn't gonna stand around and let him die. I needed to tell someone. To help him. But he doesn't want me to. He wants me to stay put and live my life. He wants the best for me. That's all he ever wanted for me. We finally pulled away. He kissed my forehead again before dotting my nose one more time, smiling a warm smile at me. I forced a smile back but it was genuine. He turned and started walking to his plane. I let my smile drop as he got closer and closer to the plane. When he finally boarded, I dropped to the ground. I was hysterical by the time the plane took off. My dad was gone. The people. They were gonna find him and kill him. He didn't wanna say it but I knew that's what he meant. I pulled myself together and walked out the airport. It was pouring cats and dogs outside. I let out a sigh. I didn't wanna drive. I wanted to walk. My feet dragged against the concrete, the rain mixing in with my tears on my face. I heard footsteps behind me but I ignored them. Whoever was behind me could rot in Hell. I just wanted my daddy. I started turning random corners. The footsteps kept up. Now I was getting kinda scared. I sped up. So did they. The footsteps actually grew in number. My heart clenched in my chest. I met a dead end by accident. I turned to see people covering the whole escape way. My breath got caught in my chest. I couldn't see a face, they were all wearing masks and wearing hoodies. Before I could utter out anything, they attacked. Pain flew all over my body as they beat on me. Some used pipes, others slapped me with their guns. One slammed a trashcan on me. I truly thought they were going to kill me. Then they stopped. It wasn't to my relief. Instead to my horror. One of them picked me up, pushed me up against the wall, and raped me. Having your virginity taken by force hurt so much. He broke the wall softly but then it was all Hell from there. I screamed and yelled but no one heard me. The people left while he did it but they must've been blocking the exits. Toning out my screams and pleas. I asked the guy many times to stop. He only ignored me, going harder, causing me more pain. When he stopped and went out of me, I fell to the ground. I shivered in fear and cold. He stared down at me.
"Where's your little father, Rosalinda," he said, his voice altered by a machine.
"I- I don't know," I murmured, more tears falling.
"You're lying," he sang.
"I'm not. He left on a plane. I don't know where he went." The man sighed, getting down on the ground. He helped pull my pants back on me. "Please don't kill him," I choked, hugging the guy. Like I said: abandonment issues.
"Sorry, girl, but what my partners do is none of my control." He pushed me away. He stood up, towering over me. "You will not speak of this again or we'll get rid of you too. Understand?" I nodded. I didn't see him raise his fist but I did feel the impact to my head before everything went black.
X
(Five years later)
"Mommy, mommy," my little boy sang from the back seat.
"Yes, boy," I said, smiling.
"I'm hungry!"
"I know, but we're almost there."
"But I'm a growing boy. I need some pizza, momma!" I giggled.
"Alright, when we get there, I'll order some pizza. Sound good?"
"Yes!" I laughed. I loved my little boy to death. He was the thing that kept me going. He had faith in me though he was only five years old. Daniel Drew. That's what I named him. He had my last name since I have no clue who the hell his father is. Yep, I got pregnant from that bastard who raped me five years ago. From what I know about him from Daniel is that he has ice blue eyes and green hair. No one in my family carries those things so I guess it was from his father. Daniel didn't really look like me either but he was quite handsome for a five year old. It made me wonder about his dad. I know I shouldn't be wondering about this guy but Daniel does deserve a father figure. Something else I learned: his dad's Hispanic. My family originated in Italy so we have a totally different accent but Daniel has a Hispanic accent and Hispanic tanned skin. The only thing about him that he has from me is the shape of his eyes. They're puppy dog eyes, big and wide like mine. More like childlike but same thing. At least they weren't too big that made us look crazy.
We were driving back to California where I grew up – and was attacked – but only because of my Aunt Kira. She got diagnosed with breast cancer a couple weeks ago. It's very serious and she needed someone there to keep an eye on her. So Daniel and I flew our butts out here from Virginia. I owed it to her. She took care of me for my whole life. I could take care of her for as long as it takes. We were gonna beat this. We had the little pep talk over the phone. Her, me and Daniel. We were gonna beat this thing so bad that it was never gonna come back.
Auntie lived in a house near Daniel's "school" so he could easily walk home when he got older. We pulled up to it and Daniel yelled in happiness. He had a hyperactive disorder but I thought it only made him cuter. He could stay still but he would shake his leg or mess with his fingers. But he was still bubbly either way. We got out the car, looking to my aunt who was standing on the porch, waving to us. Daniel ran up to her, hugging her tightly. "Auntie, we're getting pizza right," he asked.
"Already in the house," she said with a wink. He smiled, giving he a kiss on the cheek before running inside. I swear my aunt is psychic sometimes. "Hey vampire girl," she said, standing up to give me a hug.
"Hey Auntie," I said, hugging her tightly.
"Gosh, Daniel's getting so big."
"Yea, I know right. It's crazy."
"He must look a lot like his father," she said, her smile drooping.
"Yea, but Daniel's adorable so he can't be that bad looking." Auntie shrugged.
"Yea well he better stay away from you, I know that much. I may have cancer but I will attack him and cut his dick off if he tries you."
"Auntie," I yelled.
"What? Just saying," she said, going into the house. I followed in after her. Daniel was in the dining room, chowing down on his pizza. I smiled, running a hand through his hair. He held up one of his slices to me. I sat down next to him and took it. He smiled widely at me. I pecked his cheek. He went back to eating. I loved my baby boy. People thought I was crazy at first for loving something I had a terrible experience getting but he was my little miracle.
A few hours later found me on one of the beaches snapping pictures of the ocean. Photographing was always one of my hobbies. I don't know why. Just capturing the little things in life and nature just fascinated me. Even now, the white waves crashing on the blue sea. It was so beautiful. The sun was setting so the sky was a yellow-orange. Even more beautiful. I backed away a little to get different perspectives. Every time I heard a footsteps, I stopped and turned. That night had scarred my heart. Fear was my one of my instincts. Sure I had learned some self-defense over the years but I'll never be strong enough to defeat all that were there. When I was finally done capturing everything, I headed back home. I wasn't nearly there when I heard someone singing a song. I'm not sure what it was but whoever was singing it had a really nice voice. It was a male voice with a Hispanic accent. My heart clenched. For some reason, every guy I met who had a Hispanic accent, I predicted was Daniel's father. I'm too desperate. The guy might be 40 now. Ew. I let my curiosity run as I walked toward the voice. There was a guy there loading boxes onto the basket of a pickup truck. He looked a little older than me but not by much. He had green hair, arched eyebrows, full plush lips, tanned skin, ice blue eyes and was sexy. He was tall, lean, and had biceps and what looked like an eight pack from under his shirt. I would've gone over and flirted but the ice blue eyes and green hair caught me off guard. Everyone is different but he looked like an older version of Daniel. I froze as I continued to stare at him. How could this gorgeous man be so cruel to such a young woman. Especially since he must've been young when everything happened as well.
His body suddenly tensed up. He must've noticed my presence. He didn't stop working though, just looked alert. I walked up to him, scrutinizing him carefully. His eyes raised up to look at me. Surprise and shock flew threw them. So my assumptions may be right. "Hi," I said, raising my hand a little before shooting it back down. He nodded to me.
"Hola," he said, his accent strong but smooth. Damn it was sexy! "¿Cómo te llamas?"
"What," I asked, tilting my head. He chuckled, showing a little bit of his sharp white teeth.
"What's your name?"
"Rosalinda. Yours?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Scourge," he said as he hopped down from the basket, coming closer to me. I tensed up. He noticed and smirked. "Now, now, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
"Why would you say that? Have you hurt people before?" His eyebrow raised higher but his smirk stayed in place.
"What's it to ya, Rose."
"It's Rosalinda," I snapped. His eyebrow lowered, his smirk widening. He stepped closer, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"Rosa," he purred, his accent at its strongest. My knees grew weak. What the hell! The way he rolled that r, I thought I was gonna faint. Wait, no! No! He looks like Daniel! This is my attacker! So why did I not seem to care? He pulled away, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you staring at," I asked, crossing my arms. Thanks to Daniel, my chest has gotten bigger. It was big enough before.
"A beautiful young woman."
"Oh please," I said, turning to go. He grabbed my arm softly. His touch sent shivers through my body. But I liked it.
"Wait, chica, where ya goin? Don't leave so soon," he said, turning me around.
"I have to get home."
"Where's that?"
"None of your business."
"Why isn't it? We're friends aren't we?"
"I don't even know you like that. We just met."
"Your point?"
"My point being that you could be a stalker for all I know."
"Lucky for you, I'm not."
"So you say." He smirked.
"Can I take you out sometime?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know you. I could end up being a skin coat."
"You're the one who said hi to me first."
"I thought you were someone else," I lied.
"Whatever. Can I take you out on Saturday?" I opened my mouth. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Maybe."
"Smart ass." I smiled.
"Aww, that makes me feel so good, Scourge." He smirked.
"So you did remember my name?"
"Yes, sadly I am very good with names."
"Sadly, I'm not…Rose."
"Oh shut up." I turned but then I noticed he was still holding my arm. "Get off me."
"Not until you agree to go on a date with me and drive you home tonight."
"No."
"Then I'm not letting go. I'm taking a shower tonight and I will gladly drag you in with me," he said with a wink. I blushed.
"Alright, I agree now let me go."
"No."
"GOD DAMN IT SCOURGE, LET ME GO!" He chuckled, pulling me closer to him.
"Never," he purred. I got lost in his ice blue pools. They were like shining blue diamonds. As deep as the sea, but icy cold blue. He looked down to my lips, leaning down. His lips were inches away from mine when I got to my senses and jumped away. He gave me a blank stare.
"I don't know you," I murmured, blushing.
"Then get to know me. Saturday night. I'll pick you up at 8."
"I'll meet you there."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like people coming to my house."
"And why is that?"
"Just because Scourge."
"Alright, alright. So I can't drive you home?"
"Drop me off on the street before?" Hurt flashed through his eyes then realization.
"Alright." He pulled me against him. I could feel his rock hard packs and his solid smooth chest. His hands were gently holding my waist. His eyes searched mine, looking for trust but we both know what he did. He may not realize I know who he is yet but I do. I just couldn't let him know that. I pushed him away.
"You're such a molester." He chuckled.
"Sorry, but you're just too sexy to keep my hands off." I blushed. He nodded toward the black truck. "Come on, Rose." He shut the basket door before going over to the passenger door. He opened the door for me. I gave him a strange look as I got in, making him smirk at me. The drive was silent but it wasn't awkward. It was actually comforting. The need for talking never came. I thought it would but it never did. He kept glancing at me though. Maybe he did like me. I hoped he did. I kinda liked him. Sure he had gotten on my nerves but he was different than other guys. I told him what street to drop me off at and he did. He handed me a paper. "I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number so call me maybe," he sang teasingly. I blushed, taking the paper.
"I'll think about it."
"I'll take that as a yes." I giggled. He leaned over, making me freeze. His soft lips pressed against my cheek gently, his lips going back to my ear. "See you Saturday chica," he whispered.
"Bye," I murmured before scrambling out the car. I heard him chuckle before I shut the door. I walked up the street and to Auntie's house. I shouldn't have talked to Scourge. This will cause trouble. I know it will. Why do I have to be so stupid?
X
"Hello."
"I've got news."
"Oh really? Please share." I let a smile creep up my lips.
"We got a new resident."
"The girl is back?"
"Yep. I've already gained some access to her. We're going out on Saturday." I looked closer at the house she went into. I saw a kid. My kid.
"Good. Got the address?"
"Already texted it to Miles. Permission to proceed to Phase 2?"
"Permission granted, son. But don't get too caught up. You're on a mission."
"I know. Trust me. She'll be dead by Sunday night."
That doesn't sound too good. Haha so hope you guys enjoyed this chappy. By the way, this story was inspired - well i got the idea during this song called Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides. They're amazing!
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