Red on a Rose
CHAPTER TWO
********Time skips two weeks*********
*******In California**********
Becky sat beside Dwayne looking outside the window of the bus she and her friend have ridden in for half a week and scanned the area where they would apparently be staying for a while if all went well.
As they passed the welcome sign to Santa Carla California she read on the back of it 'MURDER CAPITOL OF THE WORLD'
'great,' she thought bitterly to herself, looking out the window at the town.
She looked out at the sunset on top of the ocean and sighed, at least there was a beach.
Dwayne sat beside her sleeping lightly with his head on her shoulder, Becky looked at him and smiled at his sleeping face; she was glad she had come with him, even though she did regret leaving school it was worth it.
Dwayne was her brother, maybe not by blood but it was pretty close to it.
Becky dug through her book bag and pulled out her hair brush; taking her auburn hair out of its messy bun she started brush out the tangles before she put it back into a loose pony tail when the bus finally stopped at a board walk.
"Dwayne, were here wake up," she said shaking the man's shoulder.
Dwayne opened his eyes and smiled at her grabbing his bag and standing up he waited as Becky grabbed her bags then they walked off the bus and onto the side-walk.
Becky gazed around at everything she could see and let out a silent 'wow' the whole place was alive and active, much more than her town in North Carolina.
Dwayne grabbed her hand in his and they started into the crowded board walk looking for a motel.
Soon they managed to find a place that was right beside the board walk and bought one room.
Since they didn't have the most money at the time, they bought a room with one bed and bath room, nothing else.
"Where going to have to share the bed Beck, unless you want me to sleep on the floor," Dwayne said as they walked into their temporary home.
"You can sleep with me on the bed, I don't care," Becky said dropping her suit case on the floor while taking her back pack and walking into the bathroom to take a shower.
*******A half an hour later**********
Becky came out of the bath room in a big white towel, to find Dwayne on the bed in his boxers with a slice of pizza in his hand; watching TV.
"I ordered some pizza while you where in the shower," he said glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Thanks," she said, going over to her suit case and opening it, pulling out her over sized NC State T-shirt out and slipping it over her towel.
The shirt reached her knees so all she did was pull the towel out from under her Shirt and pulled on a pair of red underwear.
Crawling into the bed beside Dwayne, she grabbed her some pizza and started eating while watching a show called 'Wild America' ran on the TV.
***********The Next Morning************
Becky woke up to a dark room, aside from the glare of the TV set.
Turning on the lamp, she found Dwayne to still be beside her sleeping; His black hair in disarray.
Becky got up and went to the curtained window, pulling back the thick cloth; she was met with the afternoon sun.
They had slept the morning away!
Groaning, Becky walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Coming into the bedroom she found Dwayne fully dressed and watching the history channel.
"Morning," she said as she walked over to her suit case and shifted through some of her clothes.
"Morning," Dwayne said smiling lightly at her as she pulled out a red bra, a dark brown tank top along with a pair of dark blue hip huggers.
Going back into the bath room, she quickly got dressed.
After brushing her teeth and hair, she walked back into the bedroom and pulled on her brown cowboy boots.
Dwayne rolled his eyes at her, hopping off the bed and going to the door complaining about her slowness.
"Hey, you don't know how hard it is to look this good! It takes time!" she said as he locked the door behind them scoffing.
"You looked fine before in your T-shirt and underwear."
Becky hit him on the shoulder, "You're not supposed to be looking at my underwear. Pervert!"
Dwayne just shook his head at her and started walking to the board walk, night fast approaching.
Becky and Dwayne soon separated from each other, going their own ways to look around.
Becky came across a tattoo shop and couldn't help but go inside.
She had always wanted to get a tattoo.
Coming into the shop, she smelled cigarette smoke and ink; walking up to a girl sitting in a chair with pink spiked hair and piercing all over.
"Um excuse me? Are you the artist?" Becky asked coming up to the woman.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Can I get a tattoo?" The woman rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "It's what I'm here for isn't it? What do you want?"
"A red rose going diagonal on my back, from my right shoulder to my left hip."
"It'll be fifty bucks, sit down."
Becky complied sitting on the costumers chair and pulling her shirt up to her neck, exposing her back.
The pink haired woman then unhooked her bra and rubbed gauze on her back, then getting her needle and black ink she said, "I'm going to start out with the outline. This might hurt," Then the tattooing began.
***********An hour later*************
Becky walked out of the shop feeling proud and sore.
Having nothing else to do really, she started looking for Dwayne.
She soon found him, on a new bike and talking to two guys, one looking to be his age while the other looked to be seventeen.
They where both gorgeous.
The oldest looking of the two boys had a short mullet of platinum hair and icy blue eyes.
The way he held him self screamed bad ass, he wore all black; black leather pants, black T-shirt, black trench coat, and black boots.
He was pale, but beautiful in his own dangerous way.
The other boy, the seventeen looking one; looked just as dangerous if not more.
He held himself as an innocent boy grinning every once in a while at people in the crowds; his green/blue eyes flashy and inviting.
He wore acid washed jeans under a pair of biker chaps, as a shirt he wore a short wife beater and over that a vibrant colored jacket that looked to be homemade; also wearing black, worn, biker boots.
His hair was a strawberry blonde in a long mullet style, his hair going past his shoulder blades in soft ringlets.
He looked ever like an angel, but a lethal angel.
Becky walked slightly closer, watching the three boys and wondering why Dwayne was with them and where he got the bike.
The looked to be in deep conversation as she crept closer the platinum haired one smirking now and then while, the curly-haired one bit his nails and grinned at passer-by women.
As she got closer still, she failed to hear what they where saying through all the board walk noise.
Then icy eyes turned to her with a slight glare.
Becky froze, her heart stopping in her chest as the platinum blonde watched her, his gaze chilling her to the bone.
Soon the strawberry blonde turned his green/blue eyes to her as well and watched her curiously.
Then Dwayne turned around to face her, his brown eyes going wide for a moment before returning to their normal size.
Becky started turning around when a gloved hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
Her body went cold as her blue eyes met icy ones.
The man held a half smirk as he turned to Dwayne who was behind him beside the other one.
"Friend of yours?" the platinum haired one asked making Becky flinch at his tone of voice.
Dwayne nodded shortly.
Becky threw a small glare at Dwayne before ice-blue eyes caught hers again,
"What's your name pretty?" the man asked, Becky watched as the blonde behind him snickered.
'Okay?' she thought while shaking the gloved hand off her shoulder.
"Rebecca," she answered.
"Rebecca…."
"Morrison," Dwayne answered shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Becky what are you doing here?" the dark-haired man asked, his brows furrowed.
Becky scoffed, "Looking for you of course! So we can go back home."(Meaning; the motel room.)
Dwayne looked torn, "I'm…not going back with you tonight Beck. Sorry."
Becky looked a little shocked, "why?" she asked.
"I've got some….things to do."
"Like what?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.
Dwayne glared, "just things okay? It's none of your busyness."
Becky felt her eyes start stinging as he stared coldly at her and went to his bike, waiting for the other two guys.
The strawberry blonde waved his fingers at her with a killer smile before turning and walking over to his bike as well.
Becky watched him, before turning back to the platinum blonde, he smirked again and said, "Nice meeting you Becky, maybe we could hang out sometime…maybe get a bite to eat?"
Becky scowled, "Unlikely," she snarled.
The blonde laughed at her, the sound of it dark and cold, making her shutter inwardly.
She watched as the man turned and walked over to his bike, mounted it then rode off; followed by Dwayne and the other blonde.
Seeing them disappear into the crowds, Becky walked back to the motel room, her tears falling from her eyes like waterfalls.
Coming into the room, she collapsed on the bed and sobbed her body shuttering as she realized she had just lost her best friend.
She hated those two boys Dwayne was with, loathed them for taking her friend, her only friend and riding off with out a care.
She was mad at Dwayne for bringing her here and leaving her the first day they got to this town.
Becky cried, her auburn hair spread around her, like a veil.
Soon she fell into a tired sleep.