Chapter One
Radical choices are the only ones May gets to make. The once goodie-two-shoes is forced into unknown territory, whereby she forms allegiances, falls for the son of a notorious drug dealer and feels the pain of what it really means to be alone.
May
Darkness, all around me- just like every other morning. Mumbling voices take the place of the silence. I try to move to see who's in my apartment but I'm paralysed. My whole body is immobile and I start to panic. A pain strikes through the whole of my body, starting from my forehead. I whimper but no sound leaves my body. I feel weight shift above me and the incessant mumblings grow louder.
I try to think back to what happened last night. What did happen last night?
Suddenly it all comes back to me. Being dragged from my beautifully warm bed, trapped in a metal contraption of a car and driven to city on the outskirts of what appears to be nowhere. Then the meeting with that man. Giovanni I think they called him. I found out about the situation my oh-so-faithful fiancé had left me in. Brendan. I can't help but wonder if he's okay. If he made it to wherever it is he fled to. I shouldn't think like this. He got me into this mess. I allow my mind to stray to whether or not I'll be able to escape from whatever trouble I'm now in. Probably not. After all I can't move, I don't know where I am and I don't know who I'm with.
Something wet touches my hairline and I have a large desire to swat the cold wetness away but the very thought seems impossible in my current predicament. I take in a sharp breath and start to feel an attachment to my body I was missing minutes ago. I strain to move and manage to twitch my finger. A few minutes later I'm opening my eyes to come face to face with two large blue orbs staring back at me. I scream and try to jump until I realise this girl is sat on me. Sat on me!
I don't know what to do.
Sure, the girl looks harmless enough with the large yet gentle smile plastered on her flawless face. Long blue hairs tickle my collar bone as I look back up into her eyes. Excitement filled while her pastel pink lips form the shape of an o. She seemed innocent enough but that doesn't mean I'm about trust her. For all I knew this girl could be a fully fledged criminal here to torture me for just the satisfaction.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot I was sat on you!" The girl giggled, not the type of thing you expect to hear from a fully fledged criminal, then again I wasn't taking any chances. She proceeded to clamber off me so I was able to sit up on my elbows and gave the girl a quick once over.
She was pretty, dressed in a stripy white and pink dress with a black waistcoat, fishnet stocking tightly wrapped her slim legs while her feet where decorated with classy black heels, not the expensive sort. Her hair was mostly down, straightened, with small parts from the front clipped simply to the back of her head. She had a love heart shaped face with skinny rose pink lips and dark blue eyes almost the same shade as her navy blue hair. Her smile radiated kindness as she hopelessly grinned at my wary figure.
"I'm Dawn." The girl flew her arm so that her hand was just centimetres from my face. When I didn't immediately shake her arm in gratification she waved it around my face for a while as though I hadn't seen it. Of course I'd seen it, it was right in front of my face and she dangerously close to slapping me- stupid girl. I soon come to the realisation that this 'Dawn' girl isn't backing off so I force myself to commit the friendly gesture and shake her hand but I quickly retract my hand and safely tuck it inside my other arm so that they are folded and inaccessible. She doesn't seem to notice though and squeals, physically jumping up and down on the spot. What is wrong with this girl? She seems extraordinarily hyper and it's creeping me out.
"Oh this is going to be so much fun!" Her voice is high pitched and she squeals again, still jumping up and down. I can feel myself pushing my back further into the back of the couch I was sat on. She still hasn't noticed my obvious discomfort and uneasiness of the whole thing. While she's distracted doing- whatever it is the insane girl was doing I scoped out the room.
It was simple enough, off white walls with a few damp stains and places where the paint was pealing on the walls. The black sofa on which I was sat upon was worn down but oddly comfortable. The ceiling above held its own stains but seemed reasonably sturdy. Surprisingly the floor was mildly clean, the odd few scratches on the furnished hardwood floor that was nowhere near as fancy as the brand used in the Giovanni's office. I turned my head to see that the room is open planned, black kitchen surfaces appeared fairly clean and the titles were managed well. However, cluttering the black marble of the work surfaces were empty or half-empty boxes from; pizzas, sushi, burgers, kebabs, noodles, Chinese, curry, tacos and fish and chips. These people did not look after themselves well... On the dining table there were empty boxes, bottles and cans of variant alcohols, none of which I could honestly name. I had never seen anyone live in such a manner. It actually disgusts me. Several smells rise from the concoction of foods and drinks, physically nauseating me.
Before I start gagging I look back over to the blue haired girl who, in my absentmindedness had stopped her jolly acts and stood there staring at me strangely. With her head cocked she cracked a smile again.
"Are you okay?" By now I'm pretty sure this petite girl (younger than myself may I note) isn't capable of any type of violence, let alone torture. I smile mildly and nod to answer her awaiting answer. "Well that's good!" I smile genuinely at her kindness, definitely not a fully fledged criminal.
I shift to get more comfortable in my seat and notice something fall into my lap. I look down and there on my fingers was a damp cloth, covered in blood. Blood? My hand quickly trails to the place I had felt a sharp pain before and felt rough skin, jagged and torn. I start to panic and look at the girl wide eyed. Sympathetic she sits next to me, puts her hand on mine and moves both of our hands in to my lap.
"Don't worry it's nothing serious. I cleaned it up and Joy checked that it didn't need stitches." When I didn't offer her up any form of calming she squeezes my hand. "You are going to be fine!" I finally agree with her and take some deep breathes to stop my body from overwhelming itself. She rolls her eyes at me. She's not too bad.
She looks up to something behind us, I'm too scared to look and keep my eyes directed on the hyperactive girl next to me. What if it's the men from before? What if it's time for me to be tortured? What if I was wrong about Dawn?
"Hey guys, she's awake! Misty, Ash she's awake!" I have no idea who any of these people are but tense up and await further instructions.
Only minutes after Dawn shouted over at someone named 'Misty' and 'Ash' I'm surrounded. Six people stare down at me. Looks of approval, disapproval plaguing their faces while I remain sat stiffly in my seat on their sofa...
"Name?" The redhead spoke; she was centre to the group and stood in between two hat wearing boys.
"M-May." I can't believe I'm stuttering again. She doesn't appear too intimidating but I'm pretty sure she's not the most laid back person ever. She's taller than most the girls here, most probably me too, and one of the younger boys and I'm pretty sure she'd around the same age, maybe a bit older? Her slim frame was dressed in dark denim high waisted shorts that barely covered any of her long pale legs as well as a pastel green vest top and grey jumper that slipped off one of her shoulders. She was extremely pretty and had distinguishable red locks that flowed to her mid waist, like Dawn's, but unlike Dawn hers flowed freely, curled around her face and brightened her pale complexion. What intimidated me the most were her green eyes, glowing with passion and fiery anxiety at the new girl- me.
"Well May, welcome to cell block one." Cell block? As in a prison? I knew it! I'm going right to hell!
Amidst my panicking I almost didn't notice the group's laughter.
"I'm only joking May, that's just what we like to call it." She smiled at me but I'm still wary of her. I chance a glance at Dawn and she's just smiling and I'm beginning to wonder if that's all she does. "Cheer up May." Cheer up? "I'm Misty." I take the redhead's outstretched hand and then I'm being dragged to my feet. Before I can get my bearing's the groups going around in a circle to tell me their names: Ritchie, Iris, Joy, Zoey, Brock and Ash. I smile and wave at each one before looking back at Misty.
"Come on, I'll show you to your room." I follow the girl from the dimly lit room where everyone else begins to get themselves comfy. "You'll be sharing a room with Dawn and Zoey. Any problems with that?" I shake my head. I like Dawn. She takes me to a small room, second on the left. It's tiny. There's a bunk bed in one corner and a mattress on the floor in the other. A small dresser faces the open window and that's all the room that there is. "You'll take the mattress. Bathrooms next door." She pointed to the first door we had passed and I nodded to indicate that I understood. "If you need me I'm in the room opposite with Joy and Iris, the boys are in the room next door, not that you'll ever need those idiots." I smiled at the girl, maybe we could get along.
I enter the claustrophobic room and scuffle to sit on my new 'bed'.
"Listen, May, I have a few questions for you." She shut the door behind her so that I couldn't hear the friendly chatter from the rest of the group. I gulp with fear under the intimidating girl's stare. "You here on someone else behalf?" I nod. "Thought so." I felt the need to elaborate, after all it's not like she can judge me. She's in the exact same situation.
"My fiancé's." She rolls her eyes.
"Typical asshole." She mutters and I feel offended, not that I should, it's his fault I'm here. "You ever done drugs?" Nope. I shake my head. "Gambled?" Again, nope.
"In that case May, I'm going to make this very simple." She comes close to me. "There are three rules. Okay?"
"Okay..." I'm not too sure where this is going and I'm not guaranteeing that I'll follow these 'rules' but I agree anyway. She counts the three rules off on her fingers as she goes.
"No drugs. No gambling. And you do not associate with people who don't live under this roof. Understood?" I nod. Sounds easy enough. She smiles once again at me and the unnerving feelings just vanish as though I never had them in the first place. "We have work tomorrow-"
"Work?" I'm guessing this has something to do with paying off my debt and twiddle my thumbs as an uneasiness settles in the pit of my empty stomach. What has Brendan got me into?
[A/N:] Okay, so just a few warnings; characters will definitely be OCC because of the situation they're in and also this is an actual story I was writing and wanted feedback so I switched character names out to the Pokemon characters so there may be things you don't think they'll do but just bear with it? And also this won't be regularly updated story; it's just something I'm working on in my free time. Oh, and lastly- I think- I may not place this on an M rating, I'm not sure yet, but if at any time you feel the rating should be bumped up feel free to PM or review.
Constructive criticism largely welcomed and reviews are much appreciated!