Chapter 10 Never been so scared

Since that phone call had been dropped, Raven pretty much went back to normal, or beyond normal in Trish's mind. She was glad that Raven more or less knew that she was currently on both sides of the fence, at least she had a chance with either John or Raven, having both would be beyond the dream. Another night, another dollar as Trish followed Raven to the club, now that it was usual and nothing could shock her anymore, Trish was used to it, it was another job to earn money and make friends. Trish took her orders and started work as soon as it was allowed. She couldn't help but linger on John and Raven, John had pulled her away to talk about something private. Trish was pretty sure she saw the longing in John's blue eyes, hoping that Raven was still free and wanted him, just a little bit. Raven touched his arm lightly, giving it a gentle squeeze, it looked good from where she was but knowing Raven, it could of been bad.

"What was that about?" Trish whispered to her as soon as she could.

"He was a little to ambitious, its best if I say nothing 'til I've sorted it in my head"

"Ok, wait, is it bad?"

"No" Raven said slowly "But pushin to hard and to fast is always bad, he of all people should know that"

Trish decided to leave it, she had work to do and she didn't want to push and get an answer she hated, like what really happened with Raven's Dad.

"Well I guess I should work, its what I'm paid for" Trish said lightly making Raven chuckle, Trish could of stayed there all night and listened to that chuckle all night. So warm and light hearted. Trish waited on the tables again, the men putting there out their rude gestures and numbers, Trish took it in stride, they weren't dangerous, just lonely men wanting to spend the night around a beautiful woman.

"Hi, what can I get you?" Trish asked nicely to three young men, they looked like rejects out of a band, a ginger with a southern accent, an indian wearing tradiotanal head garb, and a scotsman wearing a cowboy hat, still it wasn't the weirdest thing she had seen since working here.

"I'd like a peice of that ass" Ginger drawled, his friends drooling and jeering.

"Yeah well I'm not on the menu. Now what would you like to drink?"

Scotsman grabbed her ass and gave it a vigorous shake, the flesh perfect for his disgusting hands.

"Hey!" Trish lept away and slapped the taste right out his mouth, angry confidence ushered throughout her pores, it was made better when the Wade came up, his giant frame looming down.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Your whore slapped me!"

"If you touch the girls then they have a right to defence" Wade said calmly, "Now are you going to order and be good men, or do I have to escort you to the exit?"

They huffed out a drink order and Trish more than happy left to get it. "Thanks Wade. Your britishness really saved my candian bacon"

Wade let out a deep rumble, "Anytime sweetheart."

Trish didn't have anymore trouble with the three band rejects, they glared at her and tried to blow her up with their minds but that was about it, by the time she was finished with work she had forgotten about those losers.

"Hey I just gotta talk to John about somethin, do you mind waiting?" Raven asked as they pulled on their shirts, it always felt weird pulling on a shirt after work when usually you took clothes off after working.

"Sweet, I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll meet you out here?"

"Sweet"

Trish washed her hands and checked herself in the mirror, tonight was going to be a very special night indeed, it was the night where she would put all her eggs in one basket and take that leap of faith. As scary as it was, she decided it was time or else she would never work up the courage. It was now or never. The world went dark and dizzyness set in, strong hands grabbed her and began pulling her every which way, leering voices of coldness exploded in her ear drum. Trish tried to fight but it was like trying to fight out of fast drying concrete. It just kept pulling and weighing her down.

"Now we can have some real fun"

Light came on for Trish, back in the pit room with the three band rejects, it was quite obvious what was about to happen,

"Help! Raven! Help!" Trish shouted as loud as she could, they closed in on her like a group of sharks.

"No one can hear you blondy, now we're gonna play a game"

Scotsman and ginger held her down, Trish looked into those brown eyes as he slowly un-did his jeans, whispering threatening Indian as his intentions became clear. Trish tried to kick and fight, anything to stop this but it was futile. His hands never did get to touch her soft skin, the moment his dark hands reached for her, he was thrown aside, a lovely booming errupting in his chest. Trish had never been so glad to see Raven in all her short life.

"Now its a party!" Raven loaded up her weird weapon again and taking aim, they didn't need to be told twice, they flew out the door. They didn't want anything to do with that weapon, she fired off more rounds after them as they screeched out the door in an attempt to escape.

They drove in silence on the way home, Trish was still shaken and upset about what had happened, the night had gone from great to a nightmare, she had no idea what the hell she would of done if Raven hadn't shown up with her weird gun.

"Raven?" Trish said timidly, "Thank you"

"Thats alright"

"I'm sorry"

"Why are you sorry?"

"I was just trying to be like you, so confident and stuff, I had no idea it could wind up like..that"

"Trish, what happened was not your fault in anyway shape or form. They had no right to do what they did, and I can gaurantee the second I tell Barrett what they tried, well the reason why you never fuck with the British will become very clear"

"Do you ever get scared?"

Raven slowed down until the car was a dead stop, taking Trish's hand lightly she put it over her beating heart, "Feel that? I've never been more scared in my entire life"

When they were finally at home, the effects of her night were still showing on Trish, the night was still wasn't anywhere near she wanted it to be. Not even a little bit. Raven took her hand again and led her down the hall to her room.

"Raven" Trish wasn't sure she could do anything, she just wanted to sleep. Sleep and forget the bad night.

"Its alright, stay with me tonight, it'll help having someone next too you. Trust me, I know"

Trish felt slightly awkward, she had never shared a bed with anyone, much less a female. It didn't help that Raven had taken all the layers off until she was in nothing but bra and boxers, if they could be called that. When Trish finally got in, Raven pulled her into her arms, Trish tried to keep the want and need to herself, just feeling her smooth skin was enough to make it stop. In the arms of her friend Trish fell into a deep sleep that she would never forget, everything about it was perfect. She hoped she never woke up.