Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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Chapter two

Glimmering moonlight seeped brightly into the room as we stood for a moment taking each other in. I observed him. Unlike others who frequent this room, I was positive that he had to have saved up for at least a year to even get my father to consider an offer. His clothes were old and worn and I briefly wondered if he ever had the ability to even wash them. His brown pants were stained and were a pleasant contrast to the bright red suspenders hanging off his shoulders at his sides. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing tan muscular arms that have probably seen too many fights. I spent a split second observing the key around his neck before his voice caught my attention.

"Hey," His voice was rough, with a curious hint of recognition that I did not have time to decipher. He was looking over my body with a look that I was not accustomed to seeing; admiration. His deep blue eyes sparkled beautifully in the soft moonlight flooding into the dimly lit motel room but were slightly different guarded by his light brown that hair fell lazily into his view and I found myself entranced in the intensity of his stare.

"Hello handsome." I cooed seductively, figuring that if my father did send him, my sensual charm had to be turned on.

He seemed taken aback, unsure of which direction to take this. The shock on his face was short lived and was soon replaced by a smirk, a very cold and arrogant smirk. It didn't quite suit his features. His eyes, once a gorgeous calming blue, switched to a stormy gray that caused my stomach to drop, almost causing my confidence to falter. He tipped his gray newsboy hat, "Pardon me ma'am, it ain't my intention to scare ya." His voice was thick with an uneducated accent. Brooklyn if I had to guess.

I suddenly felt completely out of my element. Conversing with the customers normally wasn't in the job description and this boy, no, young man made no attempt to place his hands any where on my body. For the first time in a long time I had no idea where this interaction was headed and that scared the living hell out of me.

SPOTS POV

As the shadows danced around the room, mocking the awkward tension echoing between us, I couldn't take my eyes off of the young woman in front of me. It is apparent she doesn't recognize me, but there's no mistaking that she is the same girl that has haunted my dreams for the past 10 years. She's just as beautiful as the last time I saw her. Sure, we were just kids then, and she has grown into such a beautiful woman, but I would know those aquamarine eyes anywhere.

So much has changed in the time that has gone by. I am not the boy I use to be. The things I've done and seen can never be taken back and the danger she would be in if anyone were to ever know the depth of my feelings for her was unbearable to imagine. It took all of my will power to refrain from reaching out and running my fingers through her long Auburn locks. The desire to pull her into my arms, whisper her name and beg her to remember was overwhelming and I knew that if I didn't hide my emotions there would be no going back.

She had a seductive yet somehow innocent smile on her face as she leaned her small frame against the wall to her left. The facade she was wearing cut like a knife in my heart. What happened to the care free girl I once knew? What had lead her to this life?

Begrudgingly, I neutralized my expression, then, smirking I let the coldness that has been in my heart for as long as I can remember make its way to my eyes. Upon seeing the change in my demeanor, her smile dropped and she glanced around the room. I could sense the fear and uneasiness take over her as she stepped back slightly, unsure of what to do next.

Before either of us could say another word, the sound of footsteps grew louder as someone approached the area, making me look away from her porcelain face to see who the intruder might be.

An older gentle man with greasy black hair that didn't quite work with his fancy suit stopped short upon seeing me standing in the door way. He looked from me to her and sneered, "Well, well, well," he said, malice dripping from every word. I looked back at her face and observed her grow pale with a look of fear, "you really are a fucking whore aren't you?" He looked at me, "hope you enjoy sloppy seconds from this little slut, boy. Now move out of my way, I left something behind in this room."

I could feel my anger boil at his words and tensed as he moved passed me into the room. "Move you worthless bitch!" He snarled as he shoved her aside so hard that she slammed into the mirror near the window, shattering it and falling in a heap to the floor. I'm not completely sure what happened, but the next thing I knew I felt the rage that I was suppressing explode inside me like a nuclear bomb and all I knew was, no one else would ever touch her like that again. Then, it all went black for a moment and when I broke out of the tirade that had consumed my entire being, I was standing over this disgusting piece of shit, my gold tipped cane in my hand, dripping with blood. His blood. I looked down at the bloody heap on the ground, not moving, not breathing, he was dead.

I glanced behind me and I saw her face. Sitting on the ground, knees drawn to her chest and surrounded by broken shards of glass, her eyes reached mine. They were dancing with terror. I rushed to her and knelt before her, "what have you done?" she whispered, confusion and panic matching the terror in her eyes.

I take her hand in mine, "Please, come with me. I ain't got time to explain, we gotta get out of here!"

I half expected her to object, to fight with me, to cower from me in fear, but to my surprise, she allowed me to drag her out of that room, out of that motel, and on to the street. I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what to tell her. But at that very moment it didn't matter. All I could think about was getting her to safety. So hand in hand we ran, and we sure as hell didn't look back.