Greetings, my lovelies! I am SO SORRY FOR THIS LONG ABSENCE! OTL FORGIVE MEEE!
My life has been a wreck. Struggling with staying alive and having no support from anyone. Recent bf dumped me so I'm a little down. I've had to re-read this story multiple times to get the inspiration back. And I think I got a little hold onto it. Feel free to leave a review. Encouragement or ideas. Or message me in private if you wish to share some ideas with me.
Hope this chapter is worth your time.
I clutched my fur coat tightly, my hands shaking from the cold of the outside. My body had grown so use to the warmth of the hotel room, that chills invaded my
body like a brute man. I sigh slowly and regain my pace, walking away from the hotel and away from the memory of William smacking me. Again. The sting still
stayed imprinted on my skin, and I hated the evidence it had left. A red, noticeable mark that would make anyone turn their heads. I had no need for their attention.
Adjusting my coat and lifting the collar slightly upward, I attempted at hiding the horrific mark. It was starting to swell slightly.
I continued my way, passing by a few bars, and convenient stores that happen to be open after 12am. The evening sky was clear, and the moon shining ever so
brightly. Nights like this remind me of the loneliness in my heart. The longing for true love and care. I need care most of all.
In a way, I craved for him again. The silver-haired man I remember so vividly in my mind. Both in the past and now. But I can't. I can't expose him to the truth. To
the horrid truth that is…me. He wouldn't like it, and he would leave me. He would think I'm a monster... for letting myself become what I am now. What if he hates
me because of it? I can't. I can't contact him, I can't let him see me. Dammit! But how? He owns the building I work at. He would come at any moment during a
show, or an after party. If he saw what I was, compared to the me in high school…he would puke.
Tears formed in my eyes but I shook them away quickly. I can't let this thought bother me. Yet….his image is imprinted in my brain. His broad shoulder, and lemon-
lime eyes that pierced my very core. Those eyes… Mesmerizing. Beautiful. Sensual. His hands. Oh. His hands. His hands were big, soft yet strong and dangerous. I
can still remember his soft, caring touch. The way he held me close to him warm body, making me feel so loved and..treasured. I miss him.
My thoughts continued as I kept pacing down the street. Some guys passed by me, cat-calling and whistling as if I was a dog. I ignored them, their calls meant
nothing to me but annoyance. All I really wanted now was a drink. Or some sort of drug to numb this awful feeling in my heart.
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Undertaker POV
Still clenching the device in my hand, I growl under my breath before I tossed it back onto my couch. A feeling of concern overwhelmed my thoughts. The thought of
Grell being in that brute's arms infuriated me. It shouldn't, but it does. The suffocating feeling of jealousy hit me, smacked me. Punched me right on the gut.
"Tsk…"
I yanked my leather jacket off the seat and grabbed my keys. There had to be a way of finding Grell without encountering the other. The image of a very dangerous
William intruded my mind, ideas flashing over and over. The depiction of any wounds being inflicted to Grell, and worse. But would William have the balls to commit
such a thing? No. He was a coward. I knew that much.
Rushing to my car, I quickly start it and drive off to the last place I saw him. My building. Maybe he would stop by. But at this time? I second-guessed my decision.
Where else would be?
…
It came to me. A few years ago, while still tracking Grell and the company he got involved with, a few images were sent to me of Grell. A bar scenario, crowds of men
surrounding the stage he stood on. Drinks being shared amongst the men and a few women present. Spotlight upon the redhead, his hand wrapped around a mic
stand while the other swung upward. Grell use to perform in small clubs and bars for cash. His way of living had changed abruptly compared to his life in high school.
Remembering that, I wonder if he would go to any of the bars or clubs in town. Would he perform again? Did he ever stop? Well.
One way to find out.
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Grell POV
I regret my choice of clothing tonight. The coat only covered and warmed so much. My sight was beginning to blur and my hearing became acute. Every sound
became annoying and sort of painful. It was disorienting. It had been a long time since I had taken an ecstasy pill. The feeling was great but the disruption of my
other senses bothered me. At least my hearing and eyesight.
Slightly losing my balance, I held myself from a nearby railing and sighed heavily. Shit. This wasn't good. This felt strange. Different. Ecstasy never made
me...so..Disoriented. I'm use to using it along with Aleister. Ugh.
A sound from behind me startled me. Suddenly, with my disorienting sight, I managed to focus enough to spot a few dark figures surrounding me. Invading.
"Fuck off!" I spat at them, my eyes closing and opening, blinking more and more to try and focus my sight. "Can't you see I'm going somewhere?!"
"You're that chick…"
"From the show."
"Are you lost, little pigeon?"
I felt them. Their intruding hands going over my body and restraining me. My wrists gripped harshly. My hair yanked back and my dress being pulled down. With the
sounds and my sight failing me, I felt them and I gasped when I felt the cold of the night brushing against my bare chest.
"WOAH! WHAT THE—"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"JACKPOT BOYS!"
Their voices were loud, predatory. I couldn't move. I felt numb and dizzy. I knew I should have stayed home. In the slight warmth of my bed.
I tried to speak. But no words formed and only whimpers and groans were heard. Their grip on my wrists and hair hurt. I felt their gaze roaming along my body like
hungry wolves. I felt vulnerable and they knew it. One of them began to bite my neck, his hand gripping in places that were prohibited and I gasp in pain. I felt
another hand swarm over my exposed chest and I groaned in discomfort.
"A face of a woman…"
"But a body of a man."
"Disgusting."
Tears formed in my eyes and all I could do was shut them tightly. I knew what this was about… This was the first time I began to pray. Please, don't let this happen. I
don't want this. Please. I begged to the Almighty but it felt empty. This was it.
One of them grabbed my legs. Lifting them as the others held my upper body. Their touch felt odd. As if it came in waves each time they pressed their hands on me.
One intrude my underwear and exposed my soft member and I blushed in embarrassment.
"ASSHOLES! LET ME—GOOOO!" I tried to struggle, but it only made my sight even worse. My mind spun around, my surroundings twirling and swerving. Their grips
tightened around me and I felt a warm touch to my entrance. My eyes widened and I grunt, struggling and trying to flail.
…
No…
…
Everything seemed to stop. No more pulling. No more pinching, biting, cutting. No more pain, besides the old wounds. What happened? The sound seemed muffled,
but the distant sound of branches being cracked startled me. Their screams were muffled too. But why would there be screaming?
Soon, silence took over my surroundings and all I could do was shiver and sniffle. Feeling blood flowing down and cooling off against my collar bone and parts of my
neck. It burned. It stung. Did God really heard my plea?
"Wh…Who's there?" I ask nervously, my sight still distorted.
The figure came closer, backing away from him, scared of what he may do to me as well. "Please don't back away." The figure spoke and…
That voice.
"I chased them away. My dearest Rose.. What have they done?"
My eyes watered at the sound of sorrow and pity in his voice. Oh how useless I feel. I probably look awful. Remembering so, I pulled my dress up quickly. It had
hung around my waist all this time and my eyes teared up even more. I only hope he didn't notice how bad I looked. The bites and bruises. Old and new. I felt as
they said. Disgusting.
"…It hurts…"
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