All characters belong to sega except Abella and Rebecca.
Ch. 2
I walked into my apartment, making sure to keep my footsteps quiet. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked down the hallway to Abella's room. She was in her bed, sound asleep. I smiled as I walked up to her bed. I sat on an edge and stroked her hair. She stirred a little but didn't wake up. I got up and walked out the room. I walked into my mother's room to see her awake, reading a book. She looked up at me when she sensed my presence in the doorway. "You're in late," she said. I nodded.
"I had to stay a while after, my boss just wanted to thank me for dancing to bring the popularity and stuff," I said, rolling my eyes. My mother smiled.
"She should give you a raise considering how much money that you're bringing into the club."
"A raise would be nice but I'm good with the 1,000 dollars a week right now."
"Yes, we should be grateful for all that we have."
"Yea, um was there any more information about…"
"No, baby, there wasn't. I'm sorry. The lawyers just aren't working as hard for us anymore."
"Yea, they're too busy bathing in their own wealth."
"Amy, they're probably just busy."
"I beg to differ." She sighed.
"Just go to sleep before you say anything you'll regret later."
"But you don't blame me for hating him, and I know anything I would've said, there would be no regrets," I said before turning on my heel and walking to my room. I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas; I just climbed into my bed and went to sleep.
X
I heard the door open. I looked up from my magazine to see that cocky Sonic guy in the store. I rolled my eyes but got up from my stool. I put on a fake smile as I walked up to him. "Hello sir, can I help you find anything today," I said, trying to keep my voice peppy. I hated this job but at least it helped my pay bills and support the people I love. He looked away from the t shirt to look at me. He smirked. "Hey there Rose," he said. My smile dropped and I scowled at him.
"Don't call me that," I said, crossing my arms.
"Rose, do you have this shirt in a small?" I rolled my eyes. Payback, okay I see how it is.
"My name isn't Rose," I said before walking away. He followed me. What was his problem? I walked to the women's section and started fiddling with the clothes on the racks. He leaned against one the racks, staring at me. "Do you want something," I asked, looking over at him.
"I wanna know if that shirt comes in a small," he said, grinning.
"Go check, you have long legs, how bout you use them."
"Naw, I just ran 5 miles, I think I'm good." I rolled my eyes, walking past him back to the blue and black shirt he was looking at before. I pulled out a small and handed it to him.
"Happy now?"
"Yup, thank you. Maybe if you were a little friendlier, you might get a big tip."
"Me being friendly to you? I think not."
"C'mon, why do you hate me so much anyway?"
"None of your business."
"If you hate me, then it kinda is my business."
"It's not just you I hate, you're just part of it and plus you're annoying," I said before walking around him. I walked back to the counter. He had followed me and was now leaning on the counter.
"So you dance," he asked.
"No, I walk. Are you ready to check out?" He handed the shirt to me.
"You were pretty good last night, how come you don't make yourself more public?"
"That'll be $9.89. And the club is as much public as I can get." He handed me a debit card. "Debit right," I asked.
"Yea. And the club isn't all you can get. There's nothing there but a bunch of drunken perverts who want to see you shake your ass."
"Yea I know, but it's the best I can do for right now." I handed him his card back. "You want the receipt in the bag?"
"Yes please. And you're a talented girl, I'm sure you can do better."
"No, I can't," I said, handing his bag out to him. He took it.
"Why not?"
"My business."
"Are you going there tonight?"
"What's it to ya?"
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to hang out there tonight or sometime."
"Can't, I have to work."
"If you had to work, what was that dancing the other night?"
"Sometimes I dance to entertain and bring popularity, its part of my job."
"Are you lying to me?" I crossed my arms.
"Go away." He grinned.
"You really don't like me, do you?"
"Nope." His grin grew.
"You're really cute when you're mad."
"I can go on break and freely beat you up, ya know." He chuckled.
"I'd love to see you try to beat me up." I made a move to jump the counter but he only seemed more amused at my fake half jump.
"Why won't you leave me alone? I have work to do," I said, walking around the counter over to some unfolded shirts.
"The store is empty, I think I'm actually entertaining you," he said, following me.
"I have more customers; they just don't come around on weekends. A lot of teenagers shop here."
"Oh really? Why you working in a teenage shop?"
"None of your business."
"How old are you anyway?"
"If I'm old enough to get in a club, what do you think?"
"21, 22. I'm 22, if that helps."
"Naw, I'm still not gonna tell you how old I am." He looked me up and down.
"You're 22."
"How are you gonna tell me?"
"Because I just did." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not gonna go away until you agree to hanging out with me."
"Why do you wanna hang out with me, anyway? I'm not gonna give myself up to you."
"That's not what I want from you." I raised an eyebrow.
"Yea right, you're a man, what else do you want from a woman?"
"Friendship." I scoffed.
"Sure, like you would wanna be friends with a street kid like me."
"Hey, just because I'm all high and mighty now doesn't mean I wasn't low before." I rolled my eyes.
"Sure you weren't," I said sarcastically.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"Why do you keep asking me these personal questions?"
"Just answer my question. Please."
"If I say yes, will you go away?"
"Amy."
"Fine. No I don't, but my ex acts like he still is."
"Who is he?"
"Scourge."
"You dated that jerk?" I shrugged.
"He was my high school sweetheart all four years; he's helped me a lot."
"Helped you get messed up right?"
"No, he wasn't always a jerk, ya know. He just started hanging with the wrong crowd."
"So, overall, you're single?"
"No, I'm married," I said sarcastically. His grin crept back up his face.
"Alright then, wifey." I faked a laugh.
"Never."
"So, do you wanna hang out sometime?"
"I can't. I have work."
"C'mon, live a little."
"I am living, it's harder for us woman out here than where you come."
"Well if you didn't have to work, would you?"
"I don't know." I kept folding the shirts, focusing on him more now.
"Okay, but if you need anything, here's my number," he said, sliding a piece of paper into my pocket. He slid the hand out slowly, his hand running up my side when it was out. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
"Stop it," I said, shuddering and removing his arm.
"Sorry, did that make you uncomfortable," he asked, his lips near my ear.
"A little."
"I'm sorry," he said, sincerely.
"It's okay, um…" I moved away from him to walk back over to the counter. I walked behind it and started fiddling with the buttons on the cash register. The touch bought up some bad memories but at the same time, I actually liked the way he touched me.
"Amy," he said, snapping me out of my trance. The first thing I now noticed was his light green eyes. When did they get so pretty?
"What?" He grinned.
"I'll see you later, okay?"
"No, I'll be in hiding." He chuckled.
"I bet I'll find you anyway." He turned and walked out the store.
X
I locked up the store and started walking down the street. A lot of people stopped to stare at me. They knew who I was and what I've been through, but I always told people to treat me normally. I passed a big group of guys that all whistled and looked after me. Boys are such pigs. I walked down another street, spotting a big group of people standing around, looking as if they were waiting for something. One of the people saw me and pointed at me, telling her friends. I turned on my heel and started walking the other way. I turned to see them following me. I broke into a run after a few minutes and they all ran after me. I ran quickly, my long legs being useful for something other than dancing. I ran to a dead end by accident. I turned to run back out but Scourge was standing there with a bunch of people. "Hey there sexy, going somewhere," he asked, walking up to me.
"Leave me alone," I said, crossing my arms.
"No, I don't think I will," he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. I tried to move his hands but he was stronger than me.
"Get off," I said, starting to squirm. He pushed me up against the wall.
"C'mon babe, don't start with me, just relax." He pushed his body up against mine.
"Scourge, stop." I pushed his shoulders back, digging my nails into his skin.
"Shh, just relax."
"No, let me go."
"Not gonna happen."
"Stop, please."
X
I got another drink for another customer. "Here you go," I said, handing the girl her martini.
"Thanks," she said before walking away. I watched the people dance around, laughing and cuddling, even getting really sensual. I wished I had a boyfriend that respected me and held me like some of these girls' guys did. But my life sucks so of course it's gonna give me all the bad guys.
I sat down on a stool, my body hurting. My boss, Rebecca, walked up to me. "Amy, you look terrible. Maybe you shouldn't work tonight," she said, her blue eyes filling with worry.
"No, I need the money, I'll be fine."
"How about I give you tonight off but still give you the money? You've worked hard all week. Even the best workers need a little break." I sighed.
"Okay," I said, getting off the stool. Rebecca gave me my check before giving me a hug.
"Eat some soup and get some rest, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay, hope you get better soon."
"Thanks," I said, walking to where the bar let out. I walked out into the crowd, putting my check in my bra. I sat down on the one of the couches, walking being too much for the bruises and cuts. I put my head in my hands and leaned down, closing my eyes.
"Thought you were gonna be hiding," he said. I looked up, his voice suddenly scaring me. He grinned down at me. He was wearing the fitted blue and black plaid button up short sleeved shirt he had bought in the store, a pair of jeans, and a pair of blue and black high tops.
"Um, yea that plan kinda busted." He sat down next to me.
"You okay, you look kind of sad."
"I'm not sad, I'm just…tired."
"Did I wear you out earlier?" I faked a laugh.
"Never." He ran his fingers over my hand, sending tingles through my fingers.
"You have long skinny fingers," he said, picking up my hand to observe it.
"Was that a compliment or are you just weird?"
"Both," he said, grinning. He held his hand up against mine. "You have a small hand."
"Yea, I get that a lot," I said, pulling my hand away.
"Why aren't you working?"
"Um my boss said I looked sick so she sent me home."
"Yea, you do look a little down."
"I'm fine, just had a rough day."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No, I want you to go away."
"Why? You never answered my question earlier, ya know."
"I didn't know I had to," I said, standing up. "That's the problem with you rich people, you think that you control everything just because you have money." He stood up, a little confused.
"Amy, are you drunk?"
"No!" I snapped before walking away. I walked outside into the rain and made my way home. Abella was asleep on the couch. I picked her up and took her to her room. I laid her in her bed and put the covers over here. She stirred before opening her eyes.
"Mommy," she murmured.
"Hi pretty girl," I said, smiling. She smiled.
"Te amo, mommy."
"Te amo demasiado, baby girl." She let her eyes droop and she fell back to sleep. I ran a hand through her pale pink hair, so soft and silky. I heard a knock at the door. I got up and looked at the clock. 12:30. Mom wasn't gonna be home yet so I wondered who it could be. I walked to the door. I opened it to see Sonic. "What the hell? How did you find out where I lived," I asked, pissed.
"I asked your boss," he said casually.
"And she told you because…?"
"She thought I was your boyfriend."
"Ha, never."
"Why do you keep saying never? You don't think I'm that bad."
"I don't, but that's just me. I avoid emotions."
"Why?"
"Because, they're all gonna hurt you no matter what."
"Emotions?"
"Yea, you're mad- you say or do things you don't mean. You're sad- you're hurt emotionally and it kills you. You're happy- something always comes to take that happiness away. You're in love- you find it to be one of the worst mistakes you ever made."
"How do you know these things?"
"Because I've been through it."
"You've been in love with someone?" He looked disappointed.
"Yea…well I thought I was."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No, no, we can't talk about it. Just go back to your high society and leave me alone."
"Maybe I don't wanna leave you alone."
"What do you want from me?"
"Like I said before: friendship. Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean that I want your body."
"I've learned that all men are the same so you actually do want me for my body. You're a player. You live to get some."
"No, Amy, I wanna change."
"No you don't."
"How do you know?"
"Because my father said the same thing to me, right before he left with some young bimbo. You remind me so much of what he did. He tore apart this family. And I'm not about to let you tear apart mine." I tried to close the door but he put his hand on the door, stopping it.
"I don't wanna hurt you, and I don't intend to. Just let me in," he said softly.
"Just go away. Why do you keep following me anyway?"
"You're different."
"Whatever," I tried to shut the door but his hand was still on it. "Move your hand," I said, my hand going to pry off his. His hand grabbed my wrist as his other grabbed my other one. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, backing me up against a wall. I wiggled my hands, trying to get them free. "Get off," I said.
"Stop struggling, please. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"If I stop struggling, will you leave me alone?"
"Nope." He pinned my wrists against the wall. "Why do you not like me?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Sonic, let go."
"I will as soon as you answer me." I sighed.
"Okay, you remind me of my father. You're like the head man that everyone respects, that everyone loves, that everyone works for. You're successful, you live the dream life. You can do whatever you want with your money. You can have any girl in the world. You almost have control of everyone in the world. You're young so some mistakes might not happen yet, when you get older, then they'll start to build up, just like my father."
"But I'm not him, Amy. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"That's not the point. You don't want to hurt people but in the end you do. Think about all the people you get put in jail or give the death penalty."
"They all did something to deserve that."
"Not all."
"What do you mean?"
"Some people kill to survive. It's a struggle out here. You either do what you have to do or die."
"The gangs make you do this?" I shook my head.
"You don't understand and you probably never will so there's no point in explaining."
"Amy," he said, his hand cupping my face, making me look him in the eye. He had the prettiest light green eyes I'd ever seen. Even in the dim lighting, they still shined and sparkled.
"You should go, my mom will be here soon and she doesn't like me having boys home so-"
"Aren't you an adult now? You're able to do whatever you want."
"I know, but it's not fun when you're mom thinks you're doing something and goes through the whole 'talk'." He smirked.
"Alright. Remember, you still have my number. Call whenever you want, okay Rose?"
"Okay pretty boy." His smirk grew into grin before he pecked my cheek and walked to the door.
No dancing in this chap i know, but there should be sum in the next chappy.
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