HEY GUYS! oh my sweet jesus! It's been almost three months since I updated anything! I'm so sorry! School and life in general have been kicking me in the butt! thank you gor sticking with me! I'm trying to get updates for you guys! I'll try to! I feel like such a bad writer! Anyways. This is a brand new Samcedes story I wrote, based off Britney Spears' video "Criminal" If you haven't seen it, SEE IT! Just kidding you don't have to. I have three amazing Beta readers who will be reviewing my stuff so i can be perfect for you guys! Thank you so much! So here you go! Hope you guys like it! and REVIEW! It means a lot!
No one can really expect the life we are destined to have. Those small moments, those actions we make, that defines our fate and who walks into our lives. Sometimes it's unexpected and takes you by the hand, mostly when you need an escape or when you need a change. Change can be for the better; it breaks you free from a life you never wanted, a love that despises you and feeling of nothingness roaming in your heart. Though, sometimes change can be for the worse. We can transform into another person, we are blinded by our own pride and when we least expect it, there's no turning back. So when morning comes and you feel the sun hitting your face lightly, would you ever suspect that you would embark on a journey that will change your life forever?
The sky looked sunny for Mercedes Jones, but all she saw past it was darkness. She had been looking at her bedroom ceiling for the past hour, counting the shapes, focusing on the designs it was engraved, dreading the moment when she had to get up. Sighing and closing her eyes, a small tear escaped her eyes, wiping it immediately once she heard a knock on the door. The knock frightened her, she quickly removed the covers of her bed off her as she wrapped her naked body with a lavender robe, fixing her hair before a person walked in. "Why aren't you dress already Miss Jones?" Mercedes grabbed her chest, sighing in relieve, thanking the skies it was her maid Angelina that came through her doors.
"Perdóname, Angelina. I just, you know I don't like these parties Shane throws, but it won't take an hour in getting ready. I promise." Angelina placed her hands on her hips, trying to act annoyed but Mercedes saw right through her little action. She laughed softly, and placed a small pout on her face as she began walking towards her before placing an arm around her shoulder. "Come on, don't be upset. I promise it won't happen again. Por favor? Smile?" Angelina released a laugh and kissed Mercedes on her cheek before she began she headed out of her bedroom, talking so fast in Spanish, Mercedes only caught a few words at the end. Once Angelina closed the door, she sighed softly and looked at her bathroom entrance inside her room, and slowly made her way towards it.
Closing the door behind her, she dropped her robe on the floor and walked towards a medium sized mirror and just stared at her naked body. Bruises were visible on her neck, legs, ribs, and hips. She closed her eyes once more and hugged her body and tried to prevent herself from getting the mental picture of what had happened last night. Her boyfriend and Madrid's second most powerful billionaire; Shane Tinsley wasn't what the world painted him to be. He didn't have a kind heart behind all those layers of clothes, his community work with the poor was fake- he hated the low class, burned his clothes after spending all day with them. He was the stereotypical billionaire- cold and malice and Mercedes was his slave.
The bath in which she had created wasn't enough to clean all the impurities she felt, the lie she was living and the home that she hated. No amount of make-up he had bought for her could hide her insecurities and her tears. Material stuff didn't fill the void in her heart like it did to him. Mercedes would wear a gown, and another and many more, but the beauty of it was like a cloak, hiding her visible and invisible wounds that took control of her. This life, an unlived life she had chosen for herself was slowly starting to feel like a death sentence that at any moment, she would freely accept. Shane Tinsley had seen her, had wanted her ever since he was visiting her home, in Lima Ohio. A night where the town was in awe that such a socialite of his caliber had arrived in their deadbeat town. His dark eyes roamed around her like prey, waiting for the moment to strike and he did, convincing her and finally took her out. A small dinner turned into two, phone calls started happening between the duo, kisses, hugs and touches. At first, it seemed like nothing could go wrong, Mercedes felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Though all fairytales come to an end, and this one brought a storm of problems but when it was already too late for her to change her mind. Mercedes' didn't know what she was thinking getting engaged to the guy that hadn't touched her with such tenderness, hadn't shown her his soft side, hadn't made love to her. She was trapped, with no way out. Tears were running down her face and she didn't even notice, but quickly removed them when she heard her name being called by him.
"Mercedes! Where are you?!" His stern and rough voice shook her but she ignored answering him and went to place a red chalky substance on her full lips. Flipping her hair the side, she gave him a hard look and went to place perfume on her neck. Suddenly, he pulled her arm with force making her drop her perfume glass on the floor and she watched it shatter.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you! Hear me?! Look what you did?!" Shane's arms were pressed down, already leaving finger marks on her arm. Mercedes looked away but he harshly grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Mercedes hissed at how much he was hurting her, and stayed quiet until he was done with his prideful rampage. Letting her go, almost to the point of making her fall on the floor, her stomach crashed against the sink counter as he left her, slamming her door in the process.
Slowly rising up and away from the counter, Mercedes fixed her dress that was pulled from its original design due to Shane's aggressiveness. She turned to the mirror and fixed her dress with her hands. The burgundy gown with a long tail and strapless with a white design sewed in the middle hugged her curves beautifully and made her look like the queen everyone saw but she didn't feel. Long dark curly locks fell past shoulders and were adorned with a white carnation on the side. Mercedes' wore most of the jewelry Shane had bought her, none with any significant value, mostly it was bought for her to satisfy her hunger for attention, like he had told her.
Gracefully walking out of her bathroom, and reaching the handle of her bedroom door, she took a deep cleansing breath and walked out plastering a smile on her face like nothing in the world was wrong. Shane's friends and colleagues immediately greeted her. "My Mercedes! Preciosa! You look dashing." Mercedes bowed and waved goodbye before walking away making her way towards Shane who was eyeing her head to toe in the distance. Finally inches away, she gulped and placed a small kiss on his lips before parting and saying, "Darling, you look handsome." Mercedes wiped her mouth with a white cloth, wanting to remove his taste but careful preserving her lipstick. Shane nodded and rolled his eyes and left to speak with his other friends, but not before he whispered something in Mercedes' ear, "That makes one of us. This dress? Honestly, Mercedes." Another one of his bashes, and he left her standing alone and around a sea of people she didn't know.
Sighing sharply, Mercedes decided to walk around and explore the mansion that had been her jail for the past two years. Passing expensive art, vases, statues she settled leaving the mansion to get some air before Shane came looking for her. Closing her eyes, she let out a soothing sigh when the air hit her face.
"You need one night of escape Mercedes. Just one." She opened her eyes feeling tears stream down her face. Mercedes was caught up in her own world; she didn't even notice there was someone gazing at her, eemingly seeing every part of her. His dark green eyes roamed her body, like he was searching for something. He licked his lips then bit them. He could have sworn that he had never been in the presence of such a beauty, yet he was wondering why she was crying.
"We all do." Mercedes gasped and slowly backed away turning her eyes to feast on the ivory skinned male in front of her. She didn't know she was being watched, or that she wasn't alone. He just leaned against his motorcycle, looking at her, while her eyes began doing the same thing his previously were. Mercedes had to admit the boy was rather handsome; he had short dirty blonde hair that looked good with what he was wearing, a black jacket with a simple white T-shirt and ripped jeans. She wondered how he managed to make something so simple sexy. Mercedes bit her lip hard.
She cleared her head at the sexual thoughts she was having and cleared her throat, "What do you know of this? How are you? What are you doing outside my boyfriends home?" Mercedes tried sounding elitist but it was useless, she felt bad that she spoke that way to him and before she apologized he laughed softly and began walking towards her. Mercedes tensed up, not sure if he was going to be doing something to her, mostly because she was far from anyone, so they couldn't hear her screams if he did. "I just came to drop off a package, seems I got the wrong address since this is not a bakery." Mercedes eye's dropped as she raised her head, not sure whether to believe him or not.
"That's right, you got the wrong address. Nanita's bakery is not for another three blocks." Mercedes placed her arms across her chest as the stranger bowed his head, thanking her but that's when she saw him extend his hand out to her, looking at his strong hand then at his eyes, which turned a light green; she raised an eyebrow at him.
"One night of escape, you said you needed it right? Come with me, I'll give it to you." Mercedes bit her lip and heard her name echo from inside the mansion. Shane's voice was more aggressive than ever making her heart drop and she panicked, taking his hand quickly as they swiftly made their way to his motorcycle. Upon getting seated, Mercedes heard her name being called again, this time more near and she squeezed his hips and hugged him tightly, not noticing the smile that was forming on his lips. Turning on his motorcycle, the boy hurriedly moved out of the driveway of the mansion and onto the streets of Madrid. Mercedes had forgotten that she was wearing a dress worth more than her life itself when suddenly it got caught on his tires, ripping the tail and dress until her legs were visible along with her black stockings. Mercedes was never one to make sudden and crazy like riding a motorcycle with a complete stranger. She had limits and restrains and she knew better, but that was it- she was tired of living on the safe side. Mercedes' life never consisted of adventure; she never felt that adrenaline rush you get when you've gotten away with something. Taking this strangers hand was probably the smartest things she had ever done in her life.
Stopping at what she thought was a bar; she stayed staring at the sign and not noticing, the boy jumped off his motorcycle, and was now was now waiting for her to get off. "New Directions." Mercedes repeated the name of the bar in her head and looked at him before slowly getting off, and not noticing her outfit now made her look like a hooker. "That's a weird name for a bar." The boy laughed softly again, before he took her hand suddenly without waiting for her approval to do so. "That's because it's not a bar." He winked at her and they entered the foggy environment and a world Mercedes didn't know existed. There were people near a piano, playing the drums, singing on stage, dancing by themselves, all of it looked intriguing for her and she liked it. There was small jukebox in a corner, an open bar that took most of the space. The air was filled with smoke, as she noticed how calm the whole place seemed.
"Evans! Nice to see you came back to us! Well, who do we have here?" Mercedes noticed a boy sporting a Mohawk approaching them. Mercedes then lowered her face, afraid that he would recognize her but thankfully he didn't since he was speaking with the boy who rescued her. Both of them were talking but with their eyes, raising eyebrows and throwing winks at each other, she was not sure what that meant.
"Puckerman, this lady needs an escape. Surely you can send her back stage for one?" Mercedes turned to the boy was named Evans and looked at him like he was crazy; she abruptly let go of his hand and shook her head. "No, I'm not going anywhere. Especially back stage." The both males laughed and that's when a medium height desert skinned girl with pitch-black hair, again took Mercedes' hand without asking and pulled her away from the two guys. "I'll take it from here boys, come on. You'll like it." Mercedes' felt her heart start to pound through her chest, not knowing what was going to happen. "You be gentle Santana! She's a newbie!" Mercedes gasped and turned to look at the two men who were laughing now and gulped before the two ladies entered a satin red room. There were flower curtains and the furniture was all leather. Letting go of her hand, the Latina gave Mercedes what seemed to be a corset dress and before she left her alone in what looked like a changing room, Mercedes spoke out.
"Hey! What…what am I suppose to be doing exactly?" Santana turned and smiled sweetly at her. "Well here, 'one night of escape' means 'one night of singing.' You wanted to escape whatever was bothering you. You have one night to sing your heart out before going back into that life I can see in your eyes, you hate. Take it. You go on in five." She winked at Mercedes before leaving her.
After five minutes of agonizing pain of placing the tight fitting corset dress on, Mercedes began walking towards a dark part of the room, which was the back stage. Seeing Santana pulling the curtains up, Mercedes quickly walked towards her.
"Mamasita, you look hot. Oh and your on." She didn't have time to speak before she was pushed on stage in front of everyone and of that Evans guy. Wolf whistles were thrown at her, as the whole room grew quiet. Mercedes turned to Santana who was watching her from the side stage, giving her two thumbs up. The stage was a medium length type, hardwood floors was what consisted of them. Mercedes stayed watching the microphone in front of her, she hadn't sung since she was little and now all of a sudden in one swift movement was expected to. A bright light shined in front of her making her gasp and close her eyes.
Taking a deep breathe and slowly walking towards the microphone; she opened her mouth and let out two vocal runs.
Ooh, oh yeah yeah
Oooh yeah yeah
Her voiced echoed the place and soft cheers were being heard. Evans, who was in fact named Sam, stayed looking at Mercedes with astonished eyes. He bit his lip; knowingly guilty at the looks of lust he was giving her.
I need a, a tough lover, yeah yeah
I need a, a tough lover, woo
Suddenly the band on the side started playing and she smiled but still continued to sing.
I need a tough lover, yeah, yeah
A tough lover, yeah.
When he kisses me, I get that thrill
Making her own choreography, moving her hips to the side, made her chest in the corset to shine just as much as her voice. Sam's mouth dropped as he was practically drooling at the sight of her sensual movements.
When he does that wiggle I won't keep still
I wanna a tough lover (yeah, yeah)
A tough lover (woo)
I need a tough lover (yeah, yeah)
Tough lover (hum, hum)
The seven sisters got nothing on him
Mercedes never felt like she was. She felt on top of the world, in an environment that was so different from what she was used to. She had everyone on their feet and she grabbed the microphone and began doing runs up and down the tables before reaching Sam.
I'm talking about a lover who's fast as the wind
Everyone will talk about how he got me fixed
It ain't voodoo, it's just that twist
Mercedes brushed her body against him, winking at him before she moved back to the stage. Puck smacked Sam's chest since he was mesmerized by the action she had recently done.
He will be the greatest lover that ever come to pass
Don Juan ain't got the half the chance
He's a tough lover (yeah, yeah)
A tough lover (woo)
A tough lover (yeah, yeah)
A tough lover (yeah, yeah)
A tough lover (oh oh)
The song ended with everyone throwing roses and hollering her for an encore but she ran off the stage, Sam following her as she did so. Santana stopped her, hugging her briefly before letting go. "Call me!" Santana bit her lip and watched the chocolate skinned girl run out of the place. Mercedes was now in tears, everything that happened had finally caught up to her: her actions, what Shane would think of her coming home dressed as a prostitute. She had so many things running through her mind; she didn't hear Sam calling out to her. "Hey! Wait! Don't...don't leave." Mercedes turned and wiped her tears off her face before she started trembling.
"Please, can you just take me back? Please, Shane...he is." Sam could see that who ever this "Shane" guy was, he had her wrapped around his finger. The fear in her eyes broke his heart, something that surprised him. He was never one to show his emotions, he was cold, distant and here comes this girl who he had just met and she takes and flips his world upside down.
"No, I'm not taking you back if he's going to hurt you." Mercedes looked at him and nodded her head, sighing sharply.
"You don't know him!" Sam walked towards her slowly removing a strain of hair from her face and looked into her doe like eyes. They were blood shot red and he could feel hear breathing hitch. "I'll take you back…but I'll keep a look out for you." Mercedes bit her lip, knowing that what was waiting for her back home was going to be huge and nerve wrecking.
After the motorcycle ride, which wasn't that far until they reach the mansion, Sam stopped his engine and turned his head slightly back at her. Mercedes got off the motorcycle and began walking towards the mansion only to find Shane waiting for her on the steps. "Where the fuck have you been?! Why are dressed like a whore?!" Sam's hands formed into a fist, wanting so much to punch that guy's face in, hearing the names he was calling her.
Mercedes just stood there, taking in all of his words in. Her heart was hurting; she hated how for so long she had been a victim to his bashing. He never really loved her, he was just using her, showing the world that a high-class person could be with a small town girl from Lima, Ohio. Those community service visits he gave all through small towns like hers, were just set ups. She couldn't believe there were people like that, so cruel to people just to satisfy their own miserable lives. Mercedes squinted her eyes as his insults didn't stop, but continued with him grabbing her arms tightly. "Who do you think you are? Disrespecting me like that! You left me a fool!" Sam got off his motorcycle once he saw the way he was treating her but stayed didn't move in close to the quarrel until he knew it was okay. That's when he crossed the line and slapped her. That was enough to make Sam charge at the build guy and take him down. Sam punched his nose three times, his jaw and his throat. He turned to Mercedes, whose cheek was now swollen and spit at Shane before taking her hand.
"You coming?" Mercedes turned to Shane who was groaning in pain on the ground and then saw Sam run back to his motorcycle, "Wait!" Mercedes screamed before running up to Shane kicking him in the balls with the tip of her heels. Shane screamed and Mercedes smiled wickedly at him before running towards Sam and jumped on with him. "Take me away, please." Sam raised his head proud and they left away and onto the streets. Hugging Sam, Mercedes didn't know what was happening, but she knew that what she felt, the kick she got out of being bad for once, was something she didn't want to leave. Now riding on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger, Mercedes was about to embark on an adventure that would mark her and change her life forever.
SOO? What did you guys think? Did you find it interesting? Please stick with me! I'll try updating this sometime by Friday of next week or Saturday! thank you so much. The song Mercedes sang was "Tough Lover" by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque! I'll be posting links on how her gown looked and the corset dress looked as well on my profile page! Please Review! It's a work in progress!