Trigger warning: mentions of abuse and prostitution
14 years old
dingy gold hair cleaned and straightened
rough-around-the-edges body
"tweaked"
like a machine
she's alone most days
staring at him from across the cafeteria
as he chats with the other high ranking boys
and stumbles in his flirtatious attempts
sometimes she wonders if he's brought others
to this place
sometimes she wonders if he's killed
he surely was able to hurt back in the brothel
sometimes she wonders if his blood turns to fire
and if his tongue turns to ash
whenever she walks by
of course that only happens to her
he's too wrapped up in the other girls
he doesn't realize she'd give it all for him
burls!
she shoots to attention
eyes meeting eyes of the trainer
she's drifted off
daydreaming
would you like to tell us about your thoughts, missy?
no
get on the mat and pick up a practice sword
of course he makes her use
her worst weapon
her thinnish frame isn't made to hoist a blade
she's all tender love and little muscle
a bow or throwing knives are her better weapons
she steps onto the mat
wooden sword in hand
trainer has her on the floor in twenty seconds
a big red cut throbbing on her left cheek
oozing blood
she whimpers and the others laugh
trainer kicks her in the ribs
get up and go to the nurse's, whore
glimmer sniffles as tears involuntarily pour down her face
i'm not a whore
yes you are pipes one of the girls that's got marvel wrapped around her finger
she shoots the girl and dirty look and kicks her in the breasts
the girl squeals and falls to the ground
glimmer picks up the sword and smashes it into her head
tears flow freely from the girl's eyes as the trainer grabs glimmer
burls! damn it burls damn it damn it damn it you gave jott a goddamn concussion!
i'm not a whore
glimmer flees the room, darting into the changing room
as she exits
fresh, snugly fitting clothes wrapped around her damp body
marvel appears, presses her to the wall, and kisses her hard
you're hot
i'm not a whore
i'll make you one
glimmer can't even speak as lips dance against lips and the day slips away like a tear from her stunning blue eye
A/N: And here is the third of seven, from the prompt Cry. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review! Thanks for reading!
Until next time,
Tracee
