A/N Okay people... Let me make this crystal clear. I am a psychology student and I know that sexual abuse being reasons for being homosexual is a myth... Jenna doesn't hate men. She is not even feministic, as I hope you all can see. In fact, she prefers spending time with men over women (as friends I mean, not romantically). Her sexual orientation has nothing to do with her abusive past.
However, she does harbour an intense hate towards her estranged brother (obviously). There are quite a few women/girls I have dealt with who were sexually abused by men, yet it had no effect on their sexual orientations which was all heterosexual.
In conclusion, Jenna is lesbian purely for the reason that she is attracted to women and not men.
As for the question to whether or not she and Tucker will end up together... well... that's entirely up to Jenna. Don't wanna spoil anything, sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Chapter 12
"Ooh, I can't wait to start bidding! I have my eyes on that Roxette girl... That was her name, right?" Jenna, needless to say, was like a four year old on Christmas. And although Danny found this quite amusing about his unusual friend, Tucker wasn't in the slightest bit pleased.
"So, what? Are you actually gonna pay a thousand bucks just to sleep with some random girl who, by the way, might have some seriously incurable STD's?" Nope, Tucker wasn't happy.
Danny groaned when he saw Jenna's brow etch into a scowl and before Tucker could prepare himself for the worst, Danny quickly decided to jump in and defuse the situation. He was not in the mood for this right now...
"Shush guys! You dragged me here so be good little kids for uncle Danny and play nice or I take you both home! Kicking and screaming!" Luckily for Danny, they didn't have time to reply as the lights on stage brightened and the flamboyant announcer cleared his throat.
"Now, the moment you've all been waiting for... The beautiful young ladies will come on stage in order of appearance and each will be auctioned off to one lucky winner. All the proceedings of course are going straight to the organisation that brought you these fine works of art you have seen here tonight... Let's hear it for The Dandy-Lions Organisation!"
The entire club filled with applause and as the artists made their way on stage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Who was he to curse God for the route his life had taken? These individuals before him didn't sit around and mope all day like he did, and for six years it was the only thing he could do. But then again, he was sure every person had their own sense of hell to deal with, it just depends on how well you're able to fake happiness, he concluded.
A soft smile played on his lips, the more brighter ones of the artists' becoming too contagious as they made their exit from the stage. "First we have the very endearing Miss Coco Chanel..." The pretty and petite brunette from before strut down the runway and almost immediately several hands went up and shouts of "500!" and "800!" could be heard.
"Sold to the gentleman in the front for 950 dollars! Your donations are quite generous, sir..." A lazy smile slid onto the announcer's face after the girl made her way from the stage to her bed mate for the night. "Next we have my personal favourite, the alluring and seductive Siren..."
Danny swallowed hard, a feeling of nausea creeping and sliming its way through his intestines. He knew she was here, he didn't miss one bit of her little performance earlier on stage... And now someone else was going to take his Sam home tonight... He growled.
'Over my half dead body...'
*#*
She stood there, feeling like some helpless wild animal, too cautious to move, too afraid not to. 'Just switch off... It'll be over before you know it. Autopilot, autopilot, autopilot...'
"All right people, the bidding starts at-"
"1 000 dollars!"
Her eyes snapped open and frantically searched the area for the owner of that deep, elusive voice. 'Danny...?'
"2 000!"
'Oh, God... There's no way Danny could beat that...'
"10 000 dollars!"
'...or I could be wrong.' Despite herself, she smiled; a very happy and genuine smile at that. He had come back for her and her heart couldn't help but pump a few drops of delicious chocolate and caramel at that thought.
Gasps could be heard and a deafening silence reigned over the crowd for a few moments as Malcolm strained to get his voice back. "Going once... going twice... Sold, to the very handsome young gentleman to my right!"
She could feel her ears heating up as he approached her in what seemed like a magnificently blinding aura clinging to his silhouette. The smile he had seemed as if to be hers and hers alone, exclusive for her eyes only.
"Danny..." she breathed out once the toes of his shoes gently touched those of her own heels. "Take me away from here, I don't care where, I just want to leave tonight with you."
His smile widened and he closed his eyes before placing a chaste yet gentle kiss to her nose to which she responded in a tiny giggle, warming his heart.
He took her hand in his own and like a fairytale he gently tugged her willing feet to the bright red letters that marked the end of her hell tonight.
"Let's go."
*#*
"Yo, Jenna... Don't ya think that girl is hot? You know... the one with the pink mini...?" Tucker was giggling uncontrollably. The two friends barely noticed their other third leave as they whisked down tequila after tequila after tantalising tequila...
Jenna clumsily glanced down at her own attire, checking to see what she was wearing. She honestly couldn't be too careful since she always seemed to lose some garment of useless and quite expensive fabric. "Hey... but I'm wearing a pink mini! Tucker, you such a silly boy!"
She draped an arm over his shoulder and in the process slipped from her chair beside him and her nose met cold, hard tile. "Ow! That hurts..." She feigned crying, placing her hands on a very dazed Tucker's knees and hoisting herself up on to her own before him. "Kiss it betta pwease, Tuckie?" she said with a very sincere pout.
"Well... where did you get hurt?" he asked before she pointed shyly to the tip of her nose. Tucker couldn't help but abide to her request and softly placed a longing kiss to her bruised skin.
'Now's my chance...' he thought slyly and tenderly moved in closer to a still smiling and completely intoxicated Jenna. He was so close...
...4 inches...
...2 inches...
...and then...
"May I have your attention please!"
...the announcer killed it... and it was his turn to fall flat on his face as Jenna swiftly turned her entirely too short attention span to the front of the stage where the announcer made himself visible and- he must add-a little too audible...
"Tonight is a very special night for a very special person... Let's hear it for Murphy who turns 27 today!" A thunder of applause followed the announcer's introduction as a very tall and lean man made his way onto stage.
'So this is Murphy, huh? Lucky bastard...' Tucker thought bemused as he noticed Jenna face-fault, thinking that the exact same thoughts were probably running through her own mind.
But those thoughts of course, as luck would have it, were the furthest from racing through her troubled mind as she paled from dreadful realisation.
She always tried her hand at luck, but as her own would have it, years of being locked up in her own closet whilst being tortured and raped by her pig of a brother had proven that Jenna possessed no such thing as dumb fucking luck.
And as she saw him scan the crowds from left to right, she wondered deep in the depths of her mind if maybe that the sick reality of it all was that she hoped he actually found her, saw the pain in her eyes and the lust for fire built around her.
More than anything in the world she wanted him locked up for good and receive a mind altering death sentence, just so he could feel how it felt to wait... to wonder... just when something, anything was going to happen.
She grimaced as she thought back to how simply the police had handled the situation, a mere slap on the wrist at disciplinary school at age 14 was- according to courts- a suffice punishment seeing as next to no evidence proved in her favour.
A deep smirk started to cloud her features, eyebrows creased in thought as a sinister plan formed in her vengeful mind.
'This time, George, you fucking asshole, you won't be so lucky...'
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A/N This chapter was bit corny... But still cute... Actually I wasn't sure if I should blush or throw up... Hehe. Oh well. Tell me your thoughts.
Just a pre-warning: things may get a lot darker after chapter 13 or so... and at times a lot fluffier... Oh and updates are gonna be a little slow after chapter 13 as well. Sorry. But I'll definitely do my best to update as fast as possible. Promise.
Anyway, enjoy the rest of your week! Hope you have an awesome one!
