Hey guys. This isnt my first fanfic but it has certainly been a while since the last time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I think its going to go somewhere great. Review after please!


'But I won't be no runaway, Cause I won't run. No I wont be no runaway. What makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood?' Runaway By The National


The thick bass vibrated through my ears, making my ear drums tickle with displeasure. The dark, dingy room reeked of hot breath and stale cologne; the aroma was pungent and not the ideals smell for a work place, however, it was for me. The wandering hands and hitched breaths of arousal engulfed me to despair, perhaps, the swaying hips, sultry stares, and barely there pieces of cloth was to blame. A small flickering light from the bar sauntered toward the seat shifting men, polluting the aroma. The cigarette smoke swayed back and forth from the movements of the half covered beings.

There I sat in the corner on break from my shift, the small, silk robe caressed my body with its pliability. Legs crossed, eyes set on the littered ground, and a scowl plastered on my face; I couldn't have been happier. I sneered and stated I was on break when the men with calloused and wandering hands pestered me. Obviously, if I'm not up there, then I'm not working, I thought maliciously. Another man of the age of forty, certainly married, evident of the shining ring on his left hand - A man with no decency to even take the ring off; How lovely- made his way toward me. Certainly, he was handsome, but I don't meddle with married men. "No." I sternly said when he stopped in front of me with a cheshire smile.

"Come on honey" He stepped a little too close for my liking.

"Where are we going?" My smart ass self took over.

"Huh?" was his genius remark.

I looked off across the room toward Adrian, the manager and owner, the message that this man was pestering me relayed in my eyes. He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray and slowly, like a predator, made his way toward me. Take your time, I thought. Turning my gaze back to Mr. Married, I said, "You said come on. I was just asking where were going."

He huffed realizing I was being a smart ass and turned, only to be met with the tall frame of Adrian. "You harrassing my girls again Harry?"

"No. Just trying to get a good lay." He side stepped from Adrian's hard gaze.

"I presume that you have a wife." My voice interrupted their stare down.

"Your presumption is correct but that doesn't mean she is a good lay. You, however, look like a good lay." He sneered at me.

Dick. "I'm a stripper not a prostitute." I stated calmly. Adrian, who was done with this conversation, grabbed Harry by the shoulder and pushed him across the room to the door, slamming it shut. He turned with a huff and mouthed my office at me, then he was off. I followed him to the office, weaving and trying to escape the hungry hands. When I finally made it to his office, I felt a sense of relief. I shut the door quietly, trying not to disturb him while he was shuffling through papers on his desk.

I felt my decision bubbling in my throat, yet, I kept it down, not knowing how to tell adrian. "Come here Rose." He spoke softly as if sensing my mood. I slowly, timidly walked toward him, around his desk and on his lap. He left a small kiss on my lips; as loving as it was, I just, didn't feel the same emotion he was portraying. I pulled back, much to his dismay.

"I'm going to quit." He huffed, shuffling through his soft hair.

"I knew this was going to happen, just not so soon." I lifted off of him and onto his desk.

A sigh left me, "I collected enough money, and I only did this so I can travel the world. I want to see the world adrian. I want to see the cultures and the beauty of the languages. America is one of a kind, but there are still more vibrant, beautiful places out there." My voice was wistful and was barely heard.

"I could travel the world with you, just give me time to stabilize this place." He pleaded and rushed his words.

"I know, I know" I tried soothing him with my tone, "but, this place will never be stable and I want to travel on my own." My hands cupped his cheeks, " I promise, once I'm done, I'll come back to you." I held my lips only a whisper away from his then pulled away. Jumping off his desk, I walked back toward the door, "Goodbye Adrian, for now. I'll promise to come back a changed woman." A small laugh let go while waving him off once more. I finally left this shit hole for the last time.


Dimitri P.O.V

I looked upon my editor with a scowl. She went on and on with reasons why I needed to do this story, and honestly, I didn't want to experience the brutality of what happens in India. I refused to see those girls forced into marriage while me being helpless, but, good journalism cares. I repeated the motto I've grown up hearing from my family of journalists; I did so whenever I had stories that made me heavyhearted. My mother told me I was too involved emotionally with my interviewee's,yet, it wasn't something I could help.

My editor inclined her head to the side as if waiting for an answer; knowing I wouldn't, couldn't let up a story like this, I agreed to it.

"Great!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. My eyes narrowed at her, She knew I was going to take it either way, I thought.

"Your flight is already scheduled, and make sure that you don't get into trouble with the village people." She handed my tickets, and a map of the village that I was to visit.

Almost leaving the room, I turned around quickly, "Exactly what am I supposed to be reporting anyway?" I questioned her.

She gave me a funny look, "You're a journalist, find the story. You don't need to me to guide you. If we did that then there wouldn't be variety in our stories, would there." She made her toward me, forcefully pushing me out of her office. "Now go represent National Geographic with pride."

The door was slammed in face, shaking my head, I huffed and left the building in determination.


Yay! There it is. Tell me what you think.

-Lili