Chapter 2

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Yang watched her go with a small smile. When the car was out of sight she looked down at the piece of paper and smiled.

'A shot... Don't blow it Yang'

Yang made her way to the front to fetch Bumblebee, her bike. It was a yellow, black and orange speed bike with a few mods. She rode her way home, still thinking about those enticing Amber pupils.

"Who were you talking to."

The male sitting in the drivers seat questioned Blake, annoyance clear.

"Just a fan."

He snarled.

"What did I say about you singing?"

Blake looked down.

"Sing, pack up, grab the money, fast, out the door and into the car. No stopping."

"Good, if it's so clear, why don't you do as I say?"

Blake stayed silent. She felt the car stop abruptly. He turned in his seat to look at her.

"Answer"

"Because I was talking to people, I want to make friends Adam.."

"Wrong answer"

He's sped off, coming to a stop again but in front of a small, dingy apartment. He got out and over to her side and pulled her out by the arm, almost ripping it off, and dragged her inside.

"You don't need friends. You have me. Say it!"

Blake shook.

"I don't need friends, I have you Adam."

He tore off her bow, exposing her black cat ears, and grabbed her ear roughly, bringing her eye level to him.

"That's right bitch!"

He threw Blake on the couch and preceded to rip off her shirt. Her body scarred and bruised. He smirked.

"What are these Blake?"

"Lessons."

"Who do they belong to?"

"You Adam."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Adam.."

Blake was beyond crying, it only made him angrier. He laughed and ripped of the rest of her cloths off. Scars marred every inch of her body. Some long, others short. Some deep as red, others shallow and pink. Scratch marks. Bitting marks. Whip marks. Cuff marks. Knife marks. She lost track.

"Seems you need more lessons. SINCE YOU CANT FUCKING FOLLOW ONE DAMN SIMPLE RULE!"

#Time Skip#

It hurt. Everywhere. Her wrists. Her stomach. Her head. Her legs. Thighs. Neck. Chest. Blood stained the sheets, some fresh, others have been there for too long that they crusted and made it un-comfy to lie down. He violated her. Again. Turning her head she could hear the faint sound of his snoring. She got up, quietly, she knew not to wake him up. Getting dressed she stealthily walked out the door. She had groceries to buy. No talking. She had to pick up his suit at the dry cleaners. No talking. Pay the rent. No talking. And go to work. No talking. She works at the library, so at least that was easy.

At the groceries, she grabbed the bare minimum she needed. In line, she failed to notice the mane of Yellow hair behind her. Yang smirked. But something caught her eye in Blake's basket. Bottles of ointment, bandages, anti-depressants, painkillers... Yang's eyes widened.

"Y-Yang?"

Her eyes snapped up to meet Blake's.

"Uhmm.. Hey Blake! Long time no see! Hehee... So how's it going?"

Blake seemed to tense up. She looked down at her basket and flinched.

'Crap, she probably saw!'

Moving the basket behind her, hoping it blocked the Blonds view of it contents, Blake replied.

"I'm good, you?"

"Super! Had to grab some cookies and other stuffz.. Say, what's with all the medical supplies?"

Yang didn't mean to pry, but something seemed off. She tried to play it off as an innocent question.

"Oh, uhm, that? There just for... Uh-"

She was cut off by the cashier.

"Uhm, miss? Your holding up the line..."

"Oh sorry!"

The cashier eyed her sceptically, but didn't question her. Yang was at the cash opposite to her.

She could see the contents of her basket. Cookies, shampoo, orange juice and dog food. Yang turned and waved at her. She waved back, albeit with less enthusiasms. She quickly payed and left. Hoping Yang wouldn't catch up. Unfortunately, faith was cruel.

"Wait up Blake!"

Blake quickly looked down at her watch. 7:23. She had to pick up Adams dry cleaning at 7:30, the rent had to be paid by 8 and she had to be at work for 8:30. She knew the bus she was supposed to take was boarding passengers and was leaving soon, but something inside her made her stop and wait for Yang. She knew she shouldn't. But she still did.

"This old man with coupons kept bugging my cashier, he could've waited for his turn but nooooo! He just had to get his damn prune juice 10% off coupon checked right now! While I was paying! Some people, eh?"

Blake giggled. It felt good to just laugh like this, even if just a tiny bit..

"Well, he could die at any moment so I guess you could say his life depended on it"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA nice one! Didn't think you were one for jokes!"

Yang cradled her sides in pain. Blake smiled, just a little. She felt she could act free around Yang. Looking back at her watch, it read 7:26. Crap. If she ran she could make it. Maybe.

"Sorry Yang, I got a couple more stops to make. Gotta pick up the dry cleaning for 7:30. Missed my bus so I gotta run"

She turned to leave but a hand on her arm stopped her.

"I could drop you off? I'm in no rush, where else you gotta go?"

"Oh it's fine, I can make it o-"

"No, no. It's my fault your late. Come on. I can get you there lickedy-split!"

Blake though it over a moment.

"Sure"

Yang smiled and dragged her over to Bumblebee. Blake eyed the monster with a cold, icy stare.

"No"

"What?"

"I'm not getting on that death trap, I can still make it if I ru- Fuck! 7:28!"

Yang threw her a helmet.

"Hold on tight."

Doing as she was told, Blake held on for dear life as Yang sped out of the parking. Luckily it wasn't too far. 7:29 and 54sec and she was out the door of the dry cleaners.

"Thanks Yang, you saved me back there.."

"No prob, Blake! Anytime! But you said you had another stop? Where to?"

"It's fine Yang, it's a 3 min walk from here."

Yang pouted.

"But it's fun having someone else with me.. Ruby never wants to ride Bumblebee.."

"With good reason"

Blake deadpanned. Yang reeled back.

"What? I'm a good driver!"

"You know, speed limits aren't just numbers. It means you can't go over that."

"Pfft. If every one could drive like me, there wouldn't be any need for speed limits!"

Blake sighed and turned.

"Thanks for the ride Yang, goodbye."

"Come on! Please Blake! I have nothing to do! All I had to do was pick up a bit of this and that, besides, my sisters girlfriend is over at home. Not that I don't like her, but then I'm just a third wheel! I need to do something, anything!"

Blake sighed. Eying her watch, 7:34, she though it over.

"Let me buy you coffee! Juniper isn't far from here!"

Blake turned, coffee did sound nice... Sigh

"Fine"

"Yayz!"

Blake reluctantly got back on her coffin and strapped the helmet on, tightly. At the shop, Yang ordered a simple French Vanilla Late and Blake ordered regular coffee. Looking at her watch it read 7:39. If she gauged the time it took from the dry cleaners to here plus 3 minutes to get to her Landlord minus Yang's speed... She could get there in 2 min tops. She had time to relax, but not too relaxed.

"So how long have you been singing?"

"Pretty much my whole life."

"Oh! Natural Talent! What job do you work?"

"I work at the Library"

"That's.. Uhmm.. Relaxing?"

"Yeah, peace and quiet, perfect. Why about you? Where do you work?"

"I box. Go by the name Goldilocks. My sisters my agent, her girlfriend is my sponsor and my uncle teaches me."

Blake had heard of her once. The mighty Goldilocks that took down Cardin Winchester at the Nationals last year.

"Wow, I'm drinking coffee with a celebrity."

Yang blushed.

"So am I. So, have any siblings? Family?"

Blake looked down. Yang regret her decision.

"I never knew my parents. Nor had any siblings. I live with my boyfriend Adam."

Yang heart shattered. She was already taken. But she didn't let her sadness show.

"Ohhh! Already that far, eh?"

Blake flinched a little. It was a touchy subject. She looked down at her watch. 7:53. She downed the last of her coffee. Yang opened her scroll.

"Wow, felt like only a minute! Well off we go!"

Yang placed their trash in the bin and grabbed her keys. Blake gulped. Too many heart attacks in less than an hour, but she still hopped on behind Yang. They, safely, made it to Blake's landlord's apartment. She dropped of the money and turned to face Yang. She only flashed Blake a grin and with a motion of her hand she pointed to behind her.

"Where to now?"

"Library"

"Aye, sir!"

Arriving, safely, Blake checked her watch. 8:04. She was early. She could sit down and read a bit before she had to punch-in.

"Thank you again Yang, but I'm good now, I can make it to the door without my heart stopping."

"Alright I get it, I get it. We should do this again!"

Blake smiled, she wouldn't mind that. She knew someone who would mind though...

"Goodbye Yang."

"See ya!"

She left, leaving a could of dust and a burnt tire smell in the air. Yang smelled really good, lilacs and honey. She was also warm. If it wasn't for a near-death experience she would gladly ride with Yang again. Walking inside, she greeted the older woman at the counter and grabbed a book off a nearby shelf. Huddling quietly in a corner she opened up her book and sighed. Checking her watch once more it read 8:10. 20 min of quiet reading. [Ninjas of Love] wasn't a popular book, but Blake re-read it over and over, no matter the ranking. He thoughts kept drifting to the blonde brawler. She began to plague her thoughts more and more... Her romance book wasn't helping by sending her situations where, with a quick description change, she and Yang would interact. Blushing quietly in her corner, she didn't hear the steps coming towards her.

"Uhm.. Miss Belladonna? You start in 5 min..."

Blake snapped out of her thoughts, her face red. That last image was something that would keep her up at night, not necessarily in a bad way...