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Ch. 13 Truth Is
I walked into this office place around six o' clock at night. Supposedly, this was where Dante's social worker was located. I'd talked to her over the phone and we'd scheduled this little meeting. Before I could sign any papers, she had to make sure that I was fit for the role of being his guardian. I asked about why his parents weren't involved in this but didn't get a reasonable answer. Its whatever though. My eyes did widen at the sight of the woman I was meeting up with though.
She had long coral colored hair that fell past her shoulders in waves, gray eyes, radiant tanned skin and a thin body. Her pink lips pulled up into a smile at the sight of me, showing dimples. "Hello, you must be Scourge. I'm Elena," she said as she got up from her seat. My internal instinct to put some moves on her kicked in until Rosy flashed in the back of my head. We hadn't really been too intimate lately. Not because we're fighting or anything, we've both just been busy. Rosy's got a lot going on with her job and school work. I, on the other hand, have been training Dante more frequently and putting in extra hours at work so that I could make some more cash. If I was going to land this guardian role, then I needed everything I could to make my profile look good.
"Nice to meet you," I replied, shaking her hand and sending her a polite smile back. Our hands seemed connected for a little while longer than what a formal handshake would be. Although my old me pulsed inside at this, I fought back against it. I couldn't hurt Rosy – especially now when she's stressing over her finals.
"Same. You're younger than I expected." I shrugged, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets.
"Too young to be a guardian?" Elena laughed freely, shaking her head.
"I wanna say yes but my cousin just became a parent at 17 so I guess I can't say anything."
"True indeed." Elena giggled again before motioning to the seat in front of her desk.
"Please, sit," she said. I did as I was told and she sat at her desk. Immediately, her legs crossed. Her glowing skin was exposed now since she was in a skirt. Words couldn't express how much I wanted to sleep with her right now. I know how wrong I sound but dammit this whole being in a relationship thing is starting to suck. "So, what is a hot young guy like you doing trying to adopt an 11 year old boy?"
"Did you just call me hot," I asked, raising an eyebrow as a playful smirk fell onto my lips. Elena only smiled wider.
"Yes, yes I did. And I am not ashamed."
"Isn't it business first and play later?"
"Who says there can't be a little bit of both?" My smirk grew. I was beginning to like this girl. It's not every day that you meet up with an incredibly hot young woman who you're probably going to be spending a lot of time with due to all the papers I have to fill out plus the fact that she would have to pop in and out once Dante is living under my care.
"No one." I noticed that we were leaning closer to each other. Elena had a gleam in her eye that told me she was on a mission and apparently I was the prize. For a second, I was intrigued until then again my girlfriend flashed through my head. Guilt flew through me. I had to focus on what's at hand here, not the hot girl who's delivering it. "So, uh, what were we meeting about again?"
"Just about you mostly. What do you do for a living?" Aw damn.
"I work full time in this warehouse. It pays good money." Although my fighting makes more money, I couldn't tell her that. Then she'd never let me take Dante under my care. She nodded.
"Great. So, how do you know Dante?" Okay, lying time.
"He's my apprentice for boxing. I volunteer at the local gym and he was there trying to get into the sport so I took him under my wing. We spend time together away from the gym though. Sometimes I pick him up after school and take him out for ice cream. Other times we just hang out or he'll come over my apartment and I'll tutor him with his homework. He's like my little brother."
"So you're not a pedophile or anything?" I rolled my eyes, making her laugh. "What? You know I have to ask."
"I know but I'm not a pedophile. I just never had a little brother before and he kind of fills that spot. You know he's in that abusive foster home…"
"Yea, I do. He's been doing better since he met you though." I opened my mouth to ask how she knew about me but she spoke again. "He talks about you a lot during our counseling sessions. He really admires you, Scourge." A small smile appeared on my lips. I'd never really been a role model to anyone before. Hearing now that Dante looked up to me was an honor. Elena smiled at me. "You have a nice smile."
"So do you." Shit, that was not supposed to come out.
"Thank you." I cleared my throat nervously, wanting to get back to business. When Elena bent over, showing a bit of her chest, my eyes couldn't help but stare. Damn, who knew being tied down could be this hard. "You know, we could go back to my place and talk some more. This office is kind of small." I bit my lip, getting up. There was too much temptation and I wasn't going to let it eat me up. I had a good thing at home with Rosy and I can't let this whore screw everything up.
"Sorry but I have to get home. My girlfriend's waiting for me." Elena's smile drooped a little for a second before coming back.
"Well, if you ever want to talk about anything – other than Dante – you have my number." I nodded once before walking off. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I could've had her tonight! I really could've! She was so fucking easy and I passed it up! What the fuck is wrong with me? So what, I got a girlfriend? Big whoop! Rosy didn't have to know. Maybe I should call her once she-
I walked into the living room to see my girlfriend passed out on the couch, her head lying on an open textbook. Immediately, my heart was reminded of why I didn't do all of the flirting I wanted to do. Rosy's beautiful face that had a peaceful expression with her curls pulled back away from her face. How could I ever hurt her? Slowly, I walked up to her. Yes she was knocked out but I didn't want to risk waking her up. Not when she looked so beautiful. Then again, that position didn't look too comfortable. It'd be better if she got into our bed. I put my hand on her shoulder and started to shake lightly. "Babe," I murmured. Her eyes didn't even flutter so I started to shake a little harder. "Ba-" I barely got the first word out before her first struck across my face. What the hell?
"Who," she yelled, holding up her book as a weapon. Her eyes were wide and she looked a bit frightened. When she noticed that it was me, she started laughing. Damned bitch had fucked up my jaw. I glared at her as I rubbed the side of my mouth that she hit. This only made her laughter increase. She's so lucky that she's my girlfriend or else I'd have hit her right back. I don't believe in beating on someone who you're in a relationship with. As long as we're not dating then I don't give a shit.
"That's not funny," I growled. Her laughter died down to giggles.
"Yes it is. You're just mad because the joke is on you." I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up, Rosy." She flipped me off before looking down at the book which was now resting on her lap.
"Sorry for falling asleep, I was studying and-" I pushed her off the couch playfully. "You asshole," she yelled, getting up and trying to hit me. I chuckled as I grabbed her wrists to prevent another punch to my face.
"Not so funny now is it, babe?" She tried to knee me in the balls so I turned her around, pressing her back against my chest. Her feet flared from under her since I had lifted them off the floor.
"PUT ME DOWN!" I pecked a kiss on her cheek before tossing her back down on the couch. She stuck her tongue out at me before trying to flip open her book. Her exams were coming up for the summer semester she took plus the regular quarterly exams. I knew she was studying medicine but I didn't think she was so studious. Every time I came home, she was studying. I guess that's a good thing though. Smart chicks are hot. A small "aww" thought when through my head when she yawned softly. Dammit, this girl is getting to me.
"Babe, you should get to bed. Take a nap or something." Rosy shook her head, glancing up at me.
"I'm not tired." I rolled my eyes. Shouldn't she know not to lie to me by now? Without a second thought, I snatched the textbook out her hands and threw it across the room. "Mexico," she shouted, glaring up at me. I returned the glare, bending down towards her. In fear, she backed up against the couch. The action hurt me a bit so I softened my expression. She looked surprised when I picked her up bridal style. Immediately, her arms locked around my neck. Guess she was making sure that if I dropped her, I was going down too. She was light though. I'd lifted weights heavier than her.
"Relax, I got you," I told her. Her wide jade eyes looked up to me with curiosity before she nodded, leaning her head against my chest. Rosy's eyes fluttered closed as her breathing softened. A soft smile came upon my lips when I noticed that she had fallen asleep in my arms. She was just so beautiful when she was sleeping. I walked back to our room and laid her down on the bed, pulling a blanket over her body. After pecking a kiss at the side of her head, I went to start dinner. Tonight, I decided to make some barbecue baby back ribs with baked macaroni and brown sugared carrots. This meal was Rosy's favorite. She'd been studying so much so I guess I decided to be nice for a change.
Suddenly, Elena crossed through my head. With her body and that charming smile… No, Scourge! Don't think like that! A sigh escaped my lips. I knew that being in this relationship would be hard but seriously? I feel bad for even taking interest in Elena in the first place. Maybe that's a good thing. Most guys hit on a girl and don't think twice about their girl back home. At least I had the dignity to keep my annoying but amazing Rose in mind. Hurting her was one the things I silently swore to try not to do. Notice I said try. There's tons of things I could do to fuck things up. I'm not sure if Rosy took me seriously or not when I told her that I was new to this. Hopefully she did.
Once dinner was done, I set the table before going to get Rosy. My glare took its place when I saw that she was awake, another textbook in her lap. She glanced over at me, a frown coming across her lips. "Please don't start, I need to get this in." I sighed, walking up to her side.
"Babe, you need to take a break."
"I can't! There's so much I need to get done! So many-" I cut her off with a kiss. She talked way too much.
"Take a break," I told her as I pulled away. She crossed her arms.
"You're not the boss of me." I rolled my eyes. Not this shit. I really thought Rosy wouldn't be one of those girls.
"I know but I'm worried. You're stressing so much and I don't like seeing you like this. Sometimes I think you're gonna pass out or something because you're up so late cramming your brain. Just take a break. Your books will still be there when you get back."
"I know they will and I get that you're worried but I really have to pass these exams. You wouldn't believe how hard these concepts are. It's almost impossible to full comprehend." She paused for a second, a devious smirk coming upon her face.
"No," I said before walking out the room. I don't know what she had in mind but I could tell from that smirk that it wasn't good. Rosy ran after me to the dining room.
"Come on, Mexico, you don't even know what I was going to say."
"I kind of don't want to." I pulled out her chair for her but she stood there and pouted. Smirking, I pecked a kiss at her lips before pushing her into the chair.
"And you're not abusive," she muttered. I poked her side, making her jump.
"I'm not. You're always asking for it in the first place." Rosy glared at me as I sat down. "What?"
"Can you help me study?" I sighed, slumping down in my chair. "Please, please, please, PLEASE! If you do, I'll love you forever!"
"Was that supposed to be something I wanted?" She punched me in the leg.
"Alright, if you help, I won't call you Mexico for a whole week."
"Oh please, you can't go two minutes without calling me that."
"Yes I can. Besides, if I can't call you Mexico then I'll just have to start calling you Scourgey."
"Oh hell no."
"Then help me." I groaned. This woman was so determined to get what she wanted. Then again, that is something that turned me on. There's nothing better than an independent woman. Especially one who knows how to get what she wants when she wants it.
"Fine. What do you want me to do?" She smiled sweetly.
"Wear a fireman costume, then slowly strip it off while you tell me some concepts. Then I'll remember for sure!" She giggled at my expression. It was a mixture of anger and shock. This girl really just asked me to strip. What the fuck kind of shit is this? "What," she asked, still smiling.
"Do I look like a stripper to you?" She tilted her head, lifting up my shirt.
"No, but with abs like that you could be." I slapped her hand away, making her giggle. "Please, Mexico. I really need to get this stuff down and you're the only one who can help me. Besides, if you strip then I'll get turned on and then I'll probably have to tie you to the bed." I raised an eyebrow as blush stretched across her cheeks. That little pink on her cheeks was still so adorable.
"Only because you're promising sex afterwards. We haven't done that since you started going book crazy. Oh and you can't record it."
"Why not? I know you're probably never going to do it again so why not capture the memory?" I glared at her, making her angelic laughter come back. "Okay, okay, I'll try not to record it."
"If you do, I'm grabbing the whip I have in the closet and beating you with it."
"You have a whip in your closet," Rosy asked with a laugh. Yea, I've done things I'm not proud of…
"Yes, don't ask why. Just know that if you do anything that I don't like, I'm beating your ass with it." She smirked seductively.
"I have no problem with that. You should beat me for being such a bad girl." A smirk came across my lips. This is why I loved this girl. Sure she was annoying as all get up but she actually played along to my comments and sometimes made them into totally different meanings. She was just so cool about everything. I leaned in to kiss her softly. Our lips and tongues moved together for a minute or two before she pulled away. "Ooo food," she said, her attention getting side tracked. I could only chuckle at her dizziness.
X
I walked into class the next day with a giant smile on my face. Last night had to be the funniest things I'd ever seen. Scourge had indeed did what I asked him to and he was doing great, but of course I started to video tape it. I mean how couldn't I? He was getting into that strip tease. It was so hot. Although, he did pull that whip out on me… I don't know why he had it but he did and he ended up chasing me around while trying to hit me with it. I don't know if he still thinks that he's not abusive but I say that he is. Who chases their girlfriend around with a sex whip? That's that kinky shit.
Dean smiled at me as I approached my seat. Politely, I smiled back. He and I were still friends although we didn't hang out as much as we used to. I miss him though. He was becoming one of my best friends. "Hey Snickers," he greeted. Dammit. Everyone calls me that now. At least Scourge doesn't know, then he'd probably use to against me like I use Mexico.
"Hola," I replied as I sat down. He drummed his fingers on my chair.
"So, what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Exams. Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out but since you're busy, maybe next weekend?" I smiled.
"That's perfect! We can sing to people from street corners dressed like 60's dancers." Dean smiled at me although a chuckle escaped his lips.
"Sounds like a plan. So, how's Scourge?" Whoa, I was not expecting that question to come out. They hate each other. Not because of their fight but because of me. Dean was still fighting for my affection, he just wasn't obnoxious about it. He was trying to be more of my friend before trying anything romantic. I liked that about him. Whenever he saw me with Scourge though, my boyfriend would immediately try to kiss me or wrap his arms around me tightly. Scourge was making sure that Dean didn't get any ideas into his head. In one aspect, I guess I was happy about that but sometimes I didn't like that he thought that he had to fight for me. He already had me so he has nothing to worry about…unless he does something stupid. He has been pretty good with restraining himself around other women though. Thank god for that.
"He's fine…" Dean nodded slowly, looking me up and down.
"He hasn't hit you yet, right?"
"No and he won't." Dean's smile had fallen by now, leaving a concerning frown around his lips.
"I was just asking because I don't think he's good for you but not because I like you. You've seen him fight, he's not exactly the softest person on the planet. I'm not saying that he's a violent person but I'm just watching out for you in case he tries anything."
"Do you think that he might hit me?" He shrugged. Gah, I didn't like the way his eyes looked down.
"I have a small theory that he may hit you one day…maybe not purposely but still. It could be my own over thinking but I'm just worried, is all." I smiled, putting my hand on top of his. His orange eyes looked up to me in surprise.
"Thanks for the concern, Dean. You're a great friend." He smiled back.
"Just looking out for the one person I can be crazy around."
"Ooo, I feel special." Dean chuckled as the professor came in, causing me to turn and pay attention to the lesson. On the outside, I was comprehending the lesson but on the inside, I was flipping tables. Dean had a very good point when he said that Scourge was a violent person. But he wouldn't hurt me, right? He cares about me – genuinely cares. Maybe I should just stop thinking about this but gah, I just can't. What if Scourge turns into one of those boyfriends who just snap and kill their girlfriends? I'd like to finish medical school thank you very much, Mr. Scourgey Serial Killer. Ugh, I really hate this feeling. It's like I'm doubting him. Hopefully, he wouldn't be able to feel it wherever he was or that I didn't show any fear when we next saw each other. Then he'd probably get sad…or angry. I didn't want him to feel either. Man, I wished I could shake off these thoughts but I couldn't. Even when I walked back into the apartment later that night, the violent things that Scourge can do to me was still running through my head. At least he wasn't home right now to witness my stupid overthinking brain. I couldn't blame Dean for bringing it up since it was merely innocent concern. But I could blame my brain.
While I waited for Scourge to get home, I studied and made dinner. Since I felt like making a mess in a dish, I cooked some ziti. Don't let my letting Scourge cook everything fool you. I could make some banging food. Especially some ziti. I can get down with that stuff. Scourge would like something that I made – hopefully. He might think it was poisonous or something. It should be. That whip left marks on my ass. Damned Mexican. I don't give a fuck anymore, he's Mexican now to me. Speaking of my Hispanic boyfriend, he still wasn't home at 9 o' clock at night. I ate alone but left the dish out for him so that he could eat when he got in. Once everything was cleaned up, I took my cup of iced tea to the living room and watched some TV in between my studying. I was halfway asleep when I heard the door slam shut. What the hell…
"Scourge," I asked as I got up from the couch. A bang rung through my ears, making me jump. "Scourge," I asked again, rushing toward the noise. My green haired boyfriend was there, punching holes into the wall. "Babe, what happened," I asked, hurrying to his side.
"I'm gonna kill," he slurred as he punched another hole. Aw shit, he's drunk. This is so not good. Pissed and drunk never made a good combo.
"You don't wanna kill anyone," I told him softly, putting my hand on his bicep. His cold eyes went to me.
"How would you know?" His voice was cold too. He was starting to scare me…
"I don't so let's just go to bed, okay. Come on, baby, let's go to-"
"NO!" He pushed me away from him and pushed over the dining room table. Holy- "Hijo de puta!" Ohh, okay, this was really not good. I scrambled up from the floor and got in front of him before he could do anymore damage to this house.
"Scourge, calm down, okay?"
"CALM DOWN? YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN?" I shrunk under his glare. "I CAN'T FUCKING CALM DOWN! ALRIGHT! NOW MOVE!"
"No, you'll probably break more things. Come on, Scourge, we can go to bed."
"Move," he said darkly. I shook my head.
"Scourge, you need-"
"I SAID MOVE," His fist struck my face, causing me to fall on the floor. What the fuck? Tears pricked as my eyes as I saw some blood drip from my lips. Oh no… He really hit me. Dean's theory was just proven to be right. Yea, scourge was drunk so it wasn't on purpose but still… I still can't believe it though. Silently, I crawled to the bedroom as he wrecked up the living room. A part of me wanted to know what happened but the more obedient part knew to just stay quiet and go to sleep. I changed into my Iron Man themed oversized shirt with a pair of red shorts before climbing into the big bed. Scourge's footsteps made their way in after a while. "Rosalinda," he slurred as he stumbled toward the bed. I turned to look at him. The cold look had left his face but yet he didn't look happy.
"Yes, Mexico," I replied, letting the nick name slip. He seemed annoyed by it but didn't do anything.
"I want you."
"Scourge, I'm tired," I replied, rolling back onto my side so that I wouldn't face him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my back against his chest.
"I can put you to sleep," he whispered into my ear before kissing it softly. For being drunk, that sure was one neat kiss.
"No."
"No," he asked, flipping me onto my back. My eyes widened as he glared down at me. His hands were cutting off the circulation in my wrists. Dammit, couldn't he get off me and go to fucking sleep already?
"No," I said, softly. "I have my exams in the morning. Maybe tomorrow night we can have some fun." His look softened as he pecked a kiss at my cheek – the non-bruised one.
"Alright," he muttered before flopping down onto the bed. I curled back up into a ball as Scourge pressed me against his chest. "I love you, Rosy."
"I love you too."
"Noo, like I really love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." His voice was getting softer, signaling that he was on his way to sleep. He was still drunk though. Was he really telling me that he loved me? I mean, yea we've told each other before but we never said anything officially. "I'm so deep in love with you that it hurts, Rosy. Do you have to be so amazing?" He squeezed me closer. "So beautiful…" I picked my head up from his chest, making our eyes connect since I looked up. "I love you," he whispered.
"I'm in love with you too, Scourge. You are my world now." A crooked smile came across his face for a moment before his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing softened even more. I waited for 10 minutes before letting the tears fall. I meant it when I told him that I loved him. Yes, I know that he meant it as well seeing as everyone spills their guts when they're drunk. But he hit me. Drunk or not, he still did it. And believe it or not but I'm staying. I'll never leave him…not even if it kills me.
A nice long chappy for you all! I didn't want to make him hit her but it had to happen. He's a violent person so it was coming... Don't worry though, he was only drunk and we all know how Rosy was when she was drunk so we can't really blame his bad decision... Anyways:
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