Carlisle's hair, as mentioned, differs from that of the movie Carlisle. This is because Carlisle has not matured as much. He has the same hair as he has in Pins and Needles, another of my fanfictions, just without the blue streak.
Carlisle's POV
I finished my glass of bourbon late at night, wondering where I was going to go next. I didn't have any family, and I didn't have a home. Even an apartment. As I rooted through my wallet, I realized I didn't even have enough to pay for my drink. How lucky.
"S...Sir...?" I tried to get the bartender's attention, and when he turned to me, I continued. "I...I don't have enough money...Can I work it off somehow...cleaning for you...anything...?" At least that would give me something to do for a while, and it might even evolve into an actual JOB.
He chuckled. He had been eyeing me all evening, and I had wondered what he was thinking. "You CAN make it up...but not through work, pretty boy." Before I could turn around, he threw me down on the bar. "I never liked blondes, but I like YOUR hair. White...artificial." He chuckled.
"W...What do you want me to do, s...sir...?"
"Dance for me. Strip down to nothing and pole dance on the bar for me."
My heart was pounding, but I mustered enough courage. "I am NOT doing that! I'll work for you, but I WON'T do THAT!" I threw him off and ran for the door. I managed to open it, but he grabbed me from behind and pulled me off. "NO!"
"See now, little canary? You just got yourself stuck in your cage for longer."
I could feel him pulling at my jeans. "NO!" I tried to push him away, but he held me tight to his body with his legs so he could pull down my pants. Once he had, he clenched my ribs and pulled me away.
"Look at you, little birdy. What's going to happen, now?" He chuckled and began to pull down my boxers, holding me the same way. I bit down on his neck as hard as I could, just trying to make him stop in any way I could. He took his hands away from my waist and started pounding on my back, harder and harder until I had to let go. "What're you trying to do, canary?" He wrapped his hands around my neck and threw me on one of the tables. I tried to kick him off, but he ripped my boxers off and grabbed me by my ankles. "Don't be scared, little birdy." He stroked my face. "I won't be THAT bad." He chuckled, tearing my shirt off. "Look at yourself, canary. Look down at yourself. You're all exposed for me. There's nothing you can hide!" He clapped his hand on my stomach and quickly slid it down and clenched. "Look at you, little birdy. You're shaking. Are you scared?"
"Please...don't do this...please..." Tears rolled down my face. When he let me go to strip down himself, I bolted for the door. I couldn't even unlock it before he grabbed me again and threw me down.
"Do I have to keep you on a leash, canary? You keep trying to escape." He tied me down to the table with bungee cord from the decorations of the bar, then continued to strip himself.
The hours that ensued were the worst hours of my life. I was brutally beaten and raped, and left to suffer. Luckily, the cleaning crew came in on their nightly duties and found me, immediately calling 9-1-1.
