Here's the fourth chapter, hope you enjoy!
Cheyenne waited inside the convenience stores tight bathroom, wincing as she dabbed the wounds on her legs. Her mothers nails had gone deep, they even cut past Cheyenne's skinny jeans. After she cleaned them, she looked into the cracked dirty mirror. She looked horrible, her face was blotchy and red from the abuse she took.
She sighed and began cleaning the blood stain that ran down her cheek, "ugh, blood is such a pain..."
She scrubbed but couldn't remove the foul mess. Throwing the paper towel, she fell against the plastic wall, sliding down until she hit the cold tile.
What was she going to do? The damn generator was acting up, she was hurting too much to work. Hell it even hurt to think.
She felt her butt vibrate, "oh," she murmured, pulling out her phone.
A text had popped up from Jade,
'I'm here, where are you?'
She typed back a response, and began trying to pull herself up from the floor.
She struggled, holding onto the metal handicap bar she barely managed to move.
Get up.
Her legs wouldn't move.
Get. Up.
They twitched.
GET UP!
She began relying more on her upper body to pull herself up, her legs felt like lead they were so heavy. She moved from the bar to the sink, holding on as she took a breath, "get yourself out of here," she muttered. She wasn't going to be weak, fuck no. She was Cheyenne James, she's dealt with more than that. She rubbed her eyes, why was she even texting Jade? She could've made it to her work fine.
It's because you need him.
She shook her head, "I don't need anyone."
All her life, no one had been there for her. Her mother divorced their father when Cheyenne was young, leaving her fatherless, and motherless. Her mother was always working, so she was never home. Cheyenne and Sarah's babysitter felt more like a mother than Denise did.
Cheyenne unlocked the door and stepped out into the stores bright lights. Squinting, she began making her way over to the exit.
"Have a nice night."
Cheyenne nodded at the man at the counter and continued walking when her arm was grabbed.
She froze and saw the hand belonged to the gruff man.
"For such a pretty thing, you sure have an attitude, maybe I can fix that."
Cheyenne tried to yank her arm away, "let go of me!" She yelled.
He gave a nasty chuckle, "ah, you're a feisty one, I like that."
Cheyenne felt him pull her towards the counter, ramming her hips into the solid wood.
She winced, feeling the burning bite turn into a deep ache. He let go of her arm and grabbed her shoulders, "c'mon baby, why you fightin'? Let me show you what a real man is.."
Cheyenne was through with this mans bullshit, she gave him a sly smile,
"Oh... That sounds exhilarating.." She purred. Cheyenne turned and slid her butt onto the counter, watching with disgust as the mans eyes raked over her body.
He chortled, "ha, now we're talkin'.."
Cheyenne tilt her head back and laughed softly, she pushed out her chest, hoping he would look.
Of course he did.
Cheyenne began sliding a hand down her leg, slipping her hand inside the scuffed combat boot.
"Would you like to play a game?" Cheyenne asked, sticking out her bottom lip slightly.
The man nodded fervently, "I knew you were special sugar, I just couldn't stand the look on your face when you walked in here lookin' like that." He put one hand on her upper thigh and the other on the wooden table.
Cheyenne beckoned him close with one finger, "come on, I'll explain the rules."
He gave a yellow smile and began leaning in.
Cheyenne quickly took her fist out of her boot, slamming it into his shoulder.
He screamed in agony, looking over, he saw a knife lodged in him.
Cheyenne's cute innocent face turned into something malicious as she stared at the shocked man, "rule number one-" she said. "Don't make a sound."
The mans gasp turned into another scream as Cheyenne twisted the knife, pulling down as he wailed in agony.
"Rule number two, never touch the female player."
She yanked the knife out of his shoulder, replacing the blades holder with the mans hand.
He began jerking around trying to remove the knife, but instead made the hole bigger in his hand. The knife went through all the way, hitting the wood underneath. Blood poured from his shoulder and hand as he cried out for mercy.
"Don't worry, there's still another rule," Cheyenne said, getting closer to the mans bushy face.
"Rule number three-" she whispered. "-don't move a muscle."
She slid the knife out of his hand slowly, causing his legs to buckle under him.
Cheyenne grabbed his button up shirt and raised her knife at his throat.
"CHEY!"
Two arms snaked their way around the blood thirsty girl. She still swung at the man, but barely sliced the side of his cheek.
"JADE!" She screamed. "LET ME GO!"
Jade shook his head and began walking out the door with a firm grasp on the squirming girl.
Through all her screaming and kicking, Jade managed to open the side of his truck and slide her in.
Before she could slip out, Jade quickly locked the bulky car.
Cheyenne began banging and pounding on the glass, screaming at Jade to open the door. He ignored her and went back inside the store, and not coming back out for a long time.
Jade walked out of the store, blood smeared his cheek and his baby blue shirt held a big handprint. He opened his truck and climbed in, "hey Chey, how-"
A quick punch slammed him in his mouth.
Jade groaned holding his bloodied lip as Cheyenne fumed,
"I made a mistake calling you."
Jade glanced up at her, gingerly feeling his lip, "why? So you could finish off that guy? Become a murder?"
Cheyenne shrugged, "who cares, he makes me sick."
"That's no reason to kill som-"
"You didn't see the way he was eyeing me. He was going to rape me."
Jade frowned. Cheyenne had a blank look on her face, her pink lips slack and motionless while her eyes, oh her eyes, they burned like a fire. The green tint in her eyes glowed with the melted gold. But her eyes also held something else.
Jade bit his lip, tasting the salty iron in his mouth, "listen, I know how he treated you. I ran in when you weren't coming out."
Cheyenne glared at him, "you don't know how it felt Jade! To be touched like that, to be handled like an animal." Cheyenne slammed her fists on the dash, "YOU DON'T KNOW!"
"I do."
Cheyenne froze, looking up she saw Jades eyes spilling unknowing tears.
"I know. I know how it's felt to be touched, to be groped-"
He swallowed and shook his head, starting up the car.
Cheyenne watched as he pulled out of the stores parking lot, and onto the empty street.
Had she really just said that to him? Was Jade a rape victim?
The questions burned in her skull as she and Jade drove.
"Where are we going?" Cheyenne asked. It had been forever since they spoke, and it was awkward breaking the silence.
"To Freddy's, you have a shift tonight no?"
He hadn't looked at her all through the trip. She had made a mistake, a really stupid mistake.
She wanted to take it back, bite her tongue off for speaking so harshly. She wanted to ask him about... It... But knew that no matter what, it was a forbidden subject, only to be spoken about when Jade was ready. Besides, she didn't know how to handle tears...
They pulled into the deserted lot, no lights were on. It was strange, normally Michael left one light on for Cheyenne-
"We're late."
Cheyenne spun to face Jade, "we're late?" She pulled out her phone, the time revealing they were thirteen minutes late.
She sighed, "well, come on then."
Jade frowned, looking over at the roughed up brunette, "what do you mean 'come on'? We're late! We can't go in there!"
Cheyenne raised her eyebrow, "aaaaaand why not?"
Jade sputtered, "because we'll be killed!"
Cheyenne shrugged and slipped her stained knife out of her boot. She flicked it open and climbed out of the truck, "oh well."
Jade flinched as she slammed the door, making the truck vibrate.
He slammed the wheel, "dammit!"
Opening his glove compartment, he pulled out a thick metal flashlight.
Is she an idiot?!
Jade jumped out after Cheyenne, locking his car as he ran. She was at the front door, pulling out her keys. She glanced up at the panting boy, "what? You're already tired?"
He nodded, "yeah, I'm normally asleep by now!"
"Then go home."
He frowned, "what?"
"I said, go. Home." She spit, stressing out each word.
He shook his head, "why? You'll be alone."
She rolled her eyes, still searching for the one key out of the hundreds on the ring. She hadn't used her keys in a while since Jade and Michael were usually up here.
"I'm fine by myself, I don't need any-"
Jade grabbed her shoulder, making the keys drop out of her hands, "why are you being so fucking stubborn? You can't keep pushing people away Chey, you need help every now and then. Haven't I proved to be useful? To be at least some help?"
Cheyenne was looking at the floor, his words stung deep in her heart, but she couldn't look at him, she couldn't do anything, so she whispered quietly, hoping he hear, "why are you so nice to me?"
Jade looked at her, and pulled her in for a hug, "because I'm... a nice guy that wishes you could depend on him a little more."
Cheyenne shook her head, pushing herself off his chest
why was he so nice? No one did anything just out of kindness, they wanted something, that's all there was too it.
"I found it, let's get this over with."
Cheyenne glanced up to see Jade had picked up the keys and was opening the door. With a small click, the doors lock slid open, allowing them to enter for the night. Cheyenne gripped her knife as she squared her shoulders, "come on, it get's harder as the night goes on," she muttered, walking into the pitch black building. Jade sighed and began following the gothic teen inside, dreading whatever decided to pounce them in their vulnerable state.
Cheyenne's boots thumped a deep echo through the silent place, creating an eerie atmosphere. She kept her ears sharp for any noise that could alert her of the danger coming her way, but all he could hear was the fast breathing coming from Jade. Cheyenne rolled her eyes, "Jade, can you keep your breathing down? It's loud," Cheyenne whispered, turning down one of the long hallways.
"sorry, it's kinda not my fault. Anyone who's alive has to breathe y'know.."
"I don't.
Jade looked over at her, well, tried to since it was dark. "What? What did you just say?
I don't have to breathe," she repeated. Glancing around, a dim flickering light was illuminating the dark area ahead of them, perhaps they were in the left hallway?
Jade raised an eyebrow, smirking as he asked, "oh, is that so? And tell me, demon, why are you still alive?"
Cheyenne quickly turned around, her phone's flashlight illuminating her , face in a creepy manner as she whispered, "I am Satan."
Jade had jumped back, slapping a hand over his mouth. Cheyenne had to do so as well before she began laughing.
"not cool!" Jade whispered, shooting Cheyenne a dark look.
Cheyenne chuckled, "deal with it, now hurry up, we're causing too much of a scene."
She turned back around to continue walking, but felt her face turn into something big, hard, and fluffy. Looking up, she saw the fur belonged to a bunny.
"Bonnie..." Jade whispered.
Hey guys! Sorry for the wait! I really hope you enjoy this chapter because I might not update for awhile... I'm getting surgery tomorrow and I'm going to be loopy AF on my pain medication, meaning if I update, my stories are going to be more terrible than they already are.
I'll try to update soon, let you know what's goin on, please favorite, comment, and follow! Love you!