Destiny took off the minute she got into the parking lot, running toward the doors and pushing them open before scrambling in. It was late afternoon now after all the constant and frantic driving that she pulled off in order to get there, but all that mattered to her was that she was gone. Away from that place.
She hurriedly made her way to the reception desk where the man behind the counter was watching her with a worried look.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Welcome to the Sleep Tight Hotel," the man said with somewhat forced kindness, like most receptionists need to don before talking to a customer. "Would you like a room?" Destiny nodded quickly, only letting out soft whimpers before digging her debit card out of her pocket. The man watched her panicked movements as he took the card from her to punch the code in.
"Forgive me Miss, but are you alright? You seem to be working up quite a sweat there." Destiny only shook her head and mumbled a short 'I-I'm fi-fine.' before taking her debit card back and grabbing her key, rushing toward the halls, leaving the man to watch her with a rather offended and confused expression.
Destiny ran into the dirty, mangy hotel room and threw her body on the bed, grasping the limp pillow and sobbing into it in a pathetic frenzy. Her mind couldn't fully comprehend what just happened until that very moment. Everything was falling into place.
She brought her knees up against her chest and felt her body shake as tears soaked the fibers of the pillow. She glanced down at her pale legs regretfully. All she wanted now was to take them off. Take those horrid slutty shorts off and get some loose pajama pants on. At least then she wouldn't feel like a slut…
Jason 'words' HAD gotten in her head. He called her a whore. He had compared her to a bad girl and now SHE was a bad girl. She was a slutty bitch who disobeyed him and ran away from him. Destiny didn't know if he would go so far as to try to go into town and find her, but she felt as safe as she could possibly be at the moment in this disgusting hotel room by herself.
Destiny yanked the blankets over her legs to cover them, trying to feel some sense of modesty again. She buried her face in the pillow, hugging it tightly. She never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. She FELT like a slut. She felt like she was revealing herself to the world so she could get attention from anybody who happened to see. Anybody…
"You know what, you fuckin' loser?"
Destiny could hear Lucy's drunken laugh rise into her ears. She shot up from the bed.
"If you keep thinking shit like that, you're NEVER gonna get laid! If you get some implants like these and if you show off more of your body, then you'll get all the attention you'll ever need! Hell, you'll get fucked without even knowing it!"
"N-no…" Destiny whispered softly, feeling tears burn her eyes. She saw Lucy and Brianna's gorgeous figures before her, staring her down from the end of the bed, their glossy lips smiling at her seductively.
"See? I knew we could get it out of you," Brianna said softly. "…You little bitchy prude." She took a step and sat down on the bed and pushed Destiny to lie back down, now sitting near her head. She slowly stroked her hair. Destiny whimpered. "Don't you think you look SO much better this way, little prude? Your legs…they have so much potential to be the sexiest bait to any man you have your eyes on. You want that now. I know you do. Why else would you wear those shorts in the first place? You want to be a little more open, don't you?" Lucy sat down on the other side and slowly pulled the blankets off Destiny's legs, causing her to gasp, her pale legs fully exposed. Lucy chuckled.
"I knew our little chat before got to your head, little prude. And you're starting to follow my advice. Those shorts look damn hot on you, girl. They just need to be a little bit shorter…" Lucy suddenly pulled out a pair of rusty scissors and forced Destiny to lie on her back the minute she rose again to get away. Destiny squealed in shock and started to protest, only for Brianna to hold her down by both hands, pinning her to the bed.
"Shh, calm down, little prude-girl…" Brianna whispered as Lucy's scissors traveled down to her shorts. "We're only trying to help you…"
The first snip made Destiny scream out of fear, and the vicious tearing of the cloth caused her shorts to become even with her crotch. Lucy giggled and waggled the torn strips of jean in front of her.
"There, that's MUCH better, now isn't it? Now we just need to lose a few buttons on that shirt…" Lucy's manicured fingers replaced Brianna's while Brianna grabbed the pair of scissors. Destiny watched in horror, tears now streaming down her face. Brianna tsk-ed softly.
"Ah, see? You really DO need our help after all. You're not even wearing any makeup yet. We'll definitely have to change that, too. But first…" Brianna giggled before catching the meek strings attached to the first button on her shirt in the scissors before snapping them off, rendering the button useless. She continued for three more buttons, the shirt widening more and more while Lucy leaned down to whisper in Destiny ear as she screamed and struggled against her surprisingly strong arms.
"Don't you try to fight this, Destiny…We're only helping you become what you really are..."
"N-no…"
"A slut…"
"N-no!"
"A whore…"
"N-NO!"
"…A TRAMP!"
"NO!"
The cold sweat from her panic made her eyes sting as they shot open. She rose from the bed, grasping the pillow tightly, her heart pounding. She quickly threw the blanket off her legs. Her clothing wasn't torn. Only a dream…
Destiny flopped back down on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she whimpered pitifully. It was true. She WAS a whore. A slut…a PAINTED woman…
Destiny yanked the blankets over her legs again, tucking them repeatedly until she used up the entire blanket on her legs. She hugged her chest and felt the slight tear from Jason's machete. Jason…
She felt like she could TRUST him. How stupid could she be? He was a KILLER. He HAD no heart. His chest was empty of anything that could relate to what she had. She HAD a heart…a heart that, she thought, could help his beat as well. Possibly, even, in the same beat measures as her own…
Destiny turned to her stomach and sobbed into the pillow, curling her body against itself.
She had to face the facts. She fell in love with Jason. And now, lying there after he had almost ripped her to shreds and calling her sinful names that pierced her heart, she wasn't sure what to think anymore. Should she return home? What good would that do? There was no way she could return to that place now, not after what she and Jason had been through. Things couldn't be the same anymore. Things would never go back to normal, give or take years of therapy, moving to other countries and channeling the feelings out through mediating and tai-kwon-do. She loved Jason, and there was nothing she could do about it now. She couldn't go back to him. She wouldn't dare just driving back and throwing herself into Jason's arms. He would kill her. He would kill her for being a slut, a whore. A bad, bad girl.
Jason saw a girl in her that she knew no one else could see. For everyone else, she was a prude. A bookworm. Social-Suicide. A loser. But what he saw…what Jason saw…
"Please don't cry, good girl. I won't hurt you."
He PROMISED…he PROMISED not to hurt her on that first night…
"I don't want you to become a bad girl, so I will keep you here and protect you. I want you to stay a good girl forever, and I don't want other bad people to hurt you or make you bad."
"I'm never going to leave your side."
"You're lucky you didn't go to school around here, because I would have made you tell me the names of all the kids who talked down to you and I would have killed them all. Slowly."
"Just the fact you were bullied makes me want to kill them all. Everyone who ever did that to you. No one deserves that. Especially you. You're too…you're too sweet. If they knew the Destiny I know, they would all like you. Everyone would."
"Because I don't want anyone else near you. I don't want you to become tainted by the idiots that live outside of this campsite. There are bad, bad people out there, Destiny. I don't want you to become one of them. You're lucky that you haven't been infected yet, but it's not going to last forever if you leave me every week."
"Destiny, I just want to protect you. I don't want you to be a bad girl. I want you to stay as sweet as you are now. If you ever change, I will have to kill you. And that's the last thing I want to do. I want to stay with me. Forever."
"You need to promise me that if you get touched by ANY bad people, even bad girls, tell me."
"I don't want anyone to touch you. ESPECIALLY men."
"I'll kill them."
"Destiny, it's going to be okay. I'm going to protect you from those bad people. I won't let them anywhere near you. You just have to promise me that you won't leave the house when they arrive. I won't be able to concentrate knowing that you could be in danger."
"Destiny, please don't be afraid. I'm not mad at you. I just want to make those idiots pay for scaring you.
He wanted to PROTECT her…keep her innocent and protect it with everything he had…
"Are you okay, good girl? Why aren't you sleeping? Did something happen?"
"What do you need, Destiny? I'll get it for you."
"You're in pain. You shouldn't be moving if you're in pain."
He CONSTANTLY took care of her…he ALWAYS wanted to make sure she was okay…
"You are the first good girl I've ever met. I understand that you will be scared of me for a long time, but I still want to protect you. When I first saw you, I couldn't help but want to take you away from those bad people who hurt you. I want you to be happy here with me, and I'll do anything to do that."
"I'll do anything to make you happy, Destiny…good girl."
"It doesn't bother me. I like seeing you happy."
"I've never seen you look so happy. I'm glad you like it here. You know, if you ever want to come over her again, let me know. We can stay as long as you like, if it will make you happy."
He…He wanted to see her HAPPY. He wanted to see her smile…no one never really made such an effort to do so. Ever.
"I like your name, Destiny. It's pretty."
He…actually LIKED her name, too. Most people…
"Huh…weird name…"
"You're going to ask me questions someday. I might as well tell you everything now. I don't want to, but I have to."
"Destiny, don't feel bad for me. There's no point to it. What's happened has happened. Now I must avenge Mother by killing all the bad people who invade my campsite. I have to make those bad people pay for what they've done to us. But please don't feel bad, Destiny. You did nothing wrong. You're a good girl, remember?"
He was able to CONFIDE in her. He told her things that she was sure – hopeful – he wouldn't have told anyone else…that alone made her feel important for once…
"I'll never expect you to get used to my killing, Destiny. I know that it will always scare you, but you have to trust that I would never kill you. I could only kill you if you became a bad girl, and I know you never will be. You're such a good girl…no amount of sin could ever turn you toward being a bad girl."
…
…But she WAS a bad girl…
"I…I think you're pretty…"
He thought she was pretty…ONCE.
"Don't you EVER scare me like that again…you little angel."
…She could have been his angel…Jason's angel…
"They look nice on you."
…
All lies. They were lies. She was a slut. She revealed herself and now there was no way to get herself back…
"Destiny, you've had three chances to leave me. I broke my promise three times already. I keep hurting you…"
…
"I shouldn't be hurting you. You're not doing anything wrong. You're not a bad girl."
…Yes she was.
She WAS a bad girl. A BAD, BAD girl…
…A bad girl who was about to risk her life to tell him that she loved him.
She was going to risk everything to tell him that she didn't want to miss the chance to become his angel…
Regardless…
"We're only helping you become what you really are...
A slut…
A whore…
A TRAMP!"
…She would risk it…
Just for him.
END CHAPTAH!
PHEE-EW! Man, did I love writing this one! Okay, in my defense there was a lot of re-capping, but I think I did a good enough job with that. Please tell me if I overdid it…I kinda wanted to make this chapter REALLY count. I also hope the little dream sequence wasn't too weird…that was just the whole 'slut/whore' thing getting to her.
So…Destiny LOVES him. Destiny LOVES Jason Voorhees! GAH, FINALLY! Bet you've all been waiting for that to get out there, huh? BUT…will she admit it, really? Like, sure she SAID she would…but remember, we're talking about DESTINY here. Will she gather up the courage? Or will she chicken out!
PLEASE review! Gah, I'm so happy! I have NO idea why, but I am! I really hope you guys liked this! PLEASE review!
-NikoRu Rene