Eleanor & Max
It wasn't that I was sick of being a whore or anything, I just needed something... else in my life. Something that excites me maybe? Everyday it's the same. A man comes in, gets, and does, what he wants, pays a low price, then leaves. Most of the time the men that come in are from the boats, pirates they call themselves, and have no clue how to take care of a woman. So they walk in, all tall and proud, pick a woman, then beat her senseless. Not me. I'd never let a man hurt me. Never have, and never will.
I walked into the bar, scanning the large group of men drinking whiskey and rum, searching for some men who seemed to have loads of coins in their pockets, when I seen something I've never seen before. A woman, sitting down with some sadder looking guys, telling them off! There she was, standing tall and proud, yelling at these puppy dog faced men about something they did wrong. A man stood behind her, a darker skinned man with marks on his face, nodding in agreement to the words she was expressing to her group of men.
She was beautiful, unlike any woman I've seen around here in a while. She had long, wavy blonde hair with the bangs tied in the back, revealing her elegant face. She was pale, but had gorgeous green eyes, that were now glaring at the men crouching down in their seats infront of her. She wore nice looking clothes, unlike mine, though hers looked a little more masculine. As I was staring at her, I finally noticed that the yelling had stopped, and she was now staring back at me. I quickly turned, walking over and sitting on some man's lap, but still kept an eye on her.
As the night went on, I watched her closely. She always sat at the front of the bar, next to the liquor. She drank alot for a woman, and the man that was always following behind her looked on disapprovingly. She didn't seem too happy, and always looked around, afraid someone was going to jump out at her at any second. I, on the other hand, haven't taken a sip of liquor and have been navigating from one man's lap to the next, trying to get closer to her without her seeing.
I was saying something to a sailor, watching her down her tenth, maybe eleventh, drink, when her head shot up at the sound of a voice. At the entrance of the bar stood a man with long brown hair, huge muscles all over his body, a shaved face, and dark eyes scanning the room, until they got to the blonde. He slowly strutted over to her, an all-knowing smirk pastered on his face. He began saying something to her, but she didn't seem too pleased. I quietly made my way closer, finally in earshot of her.
"What do you want Vane?" She asked, her hands forming into fists underneath the table.
"Why Eleanor, must you be so easy to assume? I'm here to see you of course" The man, Vane, said smoothly.
"What do you want?" Eleanor repeated coldly.
"Well, I wanted to make a deal"
"No deals Vane, not today, and not ever" She said, turning back to the table. He quickly grabbed her arm and spun her around again to face him.
"I said, I wanted a deal" He said through gridded teeth.
"No. Deals." Eleanor shoved her arm, making him loose his grip, but he obviously wasn't giving up that easily.
"Eleanor, I won't repeat myself again."
"Neither will I Vane" She said, standing up and turning to leave. He quickly spun her around, but she was ready. Her fist connected with his jaw, sending him back a mere half inch. He looked pissed, to say the least. She looked at him, shaking off her hand, and he stared back at her, a smug look on his face.
"I didn't want it to come to this, , but you've left me no choice" And with that, his right fist was swinging toward her beautiful face, hitting her perfectly in the jaw. She fell back, her hand quickly rising to touch the already bruising and bloody cheek. He left, the smirk still on his face. The darker skinned man that was following around Eleanor knelt down by her side.
" , are you alright?" He said, trying to get a better look at her face.
"I'm fine, " Eleanor said, taking the hand he offered her. She stood up, walking toward the exit. "I just need to walk it off"
Eleanor walked out of the bar, all eyes watching her closely. I quickly seen my opportunity to meet her, and followed behind, though no one was watching me.
I stayed a little ways behind her so she wouldn't notice me. She walked to the beach, sitting down on the dark gold sand. She stayed there for a while, one hand on her cheek. I finally got the courage to talk to her.
"Quite a smack ya took there" I said, my accent horribly slurring my english. She quickly turned around, ready for another fight, but calmed down once she saw a woman. She didn't say anything back, just watched me. "May I sit?" I asked, pointing to the sand next to her. She nodded, looking down at the ground. I sat down, closer to her than I'd anticipated, and looked out at the water. "It is beautiful no?" She nodded. "I do come out here too sometimes, just to get away". Eleanor again just nodded, obviously not much of a talker. "Are you 'kay?" I asked, reaching out to touch her bruised cheek, but she moved her head back. "It is fine dear, I 'ave seen marks like these before". She calmed down, letting me look at her face.
I brushed my fingers on her cheek and she winced at the sudden contact. "Who was 'e?" I asked.
"Vane..." She answered quietly.
"Ahh. And who is 'e to you?"
"He used to be... someone close to me." She said "But he isn't now."
"Oh I see" I said, standing up and reaching out my hand for her to take. "Come 'long, you need someone to look at that face of yours" I said, and she hesitantly took it.
We walked to the Brothel and up to my room, which was the biggest of them all, though I'm not bragging. She sat on the edge of my bed while I got a damp cloth. I walked over and crouched down infront of her, carefully cleaning off the blood.
"You should not 'ave let him 'it you like that" I said, gingerly scrubbing her face.
"I need to take care of business" she replied, staring into my eyes.
"Well, if taking care of busi'ness is getting knocked in the face, you are doing a 'onderful job" I said. I put the cloth down on the nightstand and laid my hand gently on her face. "You are very beautiful Eleanor Guthrie"