Summary: AU. Sian is a wealthy girl who, by mistake, is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sophie is involved with gang crime. Drugs, thieving, the lot. When she notices Sian out in the open, her gang sees it as a perfect opportunity to attack. But what does Sophie do, being that she's fallen for her in an instant? Siophie, Sophie/Sian. Sophie's POV.
The Gangster and the Mistress
Chapter Twenty-Six
After the film ended, Sian and I jumped out of our seats as soon as the credits rolled and exited the cinema. We had wanted to get back home relatively quickly, since the time was getting on and was gradually becoming later and later.
Where...it was more likely that...dangerous people would be coming out, let's say.
"That was really fun, weren't it?" Sian asked me, "The film was alright, too."
"Yeah." I nodded, although I never really watched the film or managed to get into the storyline. For the entirety of it, I was either thinking about Sian or the stress I was under from everyone.
"We going home then?"
"Yeah, course'. It's almost 9:00. I wanna get us home before...y'know...stuff happens."
"Stuff like what?"
"Dunno...just stuff. Y'know...like what people get up to during the night..." And more preferably, what I get up to in the night, normally every day of the week without anyone knowing.
"Oh...like gangs?"
I gulped, my eyes widening.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Sian rubbed my arm. I took off my snapback and ran my fingers through my hair in worry, not bothering to respond, "Why ya acting like this? Is it cos' I referred to a gang?"
"No!" I quickly defended, putting my hat back on my head, "No. It's not. It was just...well, since you got mugged by a gang like three weeks ago...I...I thought you...wouldn't like talking about it..."
"Soph, it happened. It happened and I can't deny it. I don't particularly like talking about it, no, but I'm not bothered if I reference any gang. It was only that one...but, it didn't effect me too much, since a certain someone found my bag and gave it back." She pecked my lips affectionately, smiling.
"S'pose, so..."
We linked our arms and strode out of the cinema, proud to flaunt our relationship to the rest of the world. Annoyingly, we received a couple of stares from people inside and out of the building in the car park, but we ignored them. It was only a couple of bigoted, ignorant people like Sian's parents who obviously couldn't handle the presence of two lesbians.
"Oh, Soph," Sian started, a slight whine in her voice, "Sorry bout' this, but I gotta go take a piss."
"Alright. I ain't bothered, Sian. You know I'm not." Secretly, I was slightly bothered, however only for Sian's own good; I wanted to get us home before...anything happened.
"OK. I'll be two minutes! Literally just two!" She sped-walked back into the cinema, pushing the doors open and quickly disappearing behind the glass.
As she walked with her back to mine, I was given full access to her figure. The way her arse moved in those tight, tight jeans, which hugged her thighs, too. Why was my girlfriend so fit? All I had to do was look at her arse and I'd feel all aroused and horny, my face blushing deeply while I grinned like a complete idiot.
"Your girlfriend really is fit."
"Ugh..." I groaned, turning around. Chris wouldn't leave off, would he?! I wouldn't be surprised if he was standing there the entire time, waiting for me and Sian to come out, "What do you want?! I said if you do so much as even talk to my girlfriend or me I will fucking kill you! Understand?!"
"No, I don't," He shook his head, "I don't think I do. What you and I had was special. We were a dynamic duo. Completely unstoppable. We were the best of mates...what changed?" I could tell how hurt he genuinely was by this. But I wasn't emphasising with him. Not now, "Please, Soph, I just wanna know."
"You changed. Oh, and don't call me 'Soph'. It's Sophie...and...I just...I could trust ya with me life. I told ya about Sian and what happened cos' I thought you could take it. Obviously, though, money came first rather then friendship. As soon as I mentioned the word 'wealthy', you probably shot off like a rocket and told the rest of em' about Webster's little 'girlfriend' and who she was. So you and the others are blackmailing me into telling ya stuff about Powers Industries, in which Sian would kill me for if she ever found out I blatantly lied to her face. She'd hate me. And I can't put her through any of this. Not again. It was bad enough with that whole 'incident'...so, for the last time, we're not mates anymore. Just...strangers. People who happen to work together."
"Would it really be that bad if she found out? And does it actually matter if ya tell us stuff about Powers Industries?" Surprisingly, both of us were keeping our cool, acting extremely mature and calm. But...I couldn't speak too soon, could I?
"Yes," I sighed, "I know Sian. She's a perfectionist. Any fault and she'll hate it. Sure, everyone's got faults, even her, but she don't understand that. I've got faults, small ones that she knows about, but if something like me being a gangster, possessing a knife, taking drugs, stabbing two people and mugging her is thrown straight into her face, she would hate me."
"Right...so it's over then?" His voice raised, however only by slight, "All over?! Everything we'd fucking worked for together! Over?! So as soon as ya meet a girl, you ditch me and go after her! And might I may add that she's the one you could've killed if ya had the guts to! SO IT'S OVER?!"
I was trying to take this all with a calm, laid back response, and simply replied, "Yeah," While my head hung low, "It's...over, Chris. Whenever I see ya at the gang meetings, don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Just...please...leave me alone. Please, Chris..."
"Oh, yeah," He laughed sarcastically, "Of course I'll leave ya! With your little girlfriend! WELL GUESS WHAT, WEBSTER!? You may of not been listening the other day, but...you're gonna regret this. YOU'RE SO GONNA REGRET THIS! YOU'RE GONNA REGRET YOU EVER TURNED ME DOWN LIKE THIS, THROWING ME AWAY LIKE I'M NOTHING! ALL I'VE GOTTA SAY IS GOOD LUCK WHEN RYAN FINDS OUT BOUT' HOW YA TREATING ME!"
"I don't give a fuck about Ryan..." I was trying my hardest to brave.
"WELL I'LL GO AND TELL HIM THAT, THEN! I'M SURE HE'LL LOVE YOU!" He spat, "GOOD LUCK WITH IT, WEBSTER! COS' YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT! EVEN A MIRACLE OR SUMMAT!"
"What are you talking about? A 'miracle'?"
"Yeah...a miracle. A MIRACLE THAT YOU'RE EVEN GONNA STAY WITH THAT BLOND GIRL! OR IF SHE'S GONNA DUMP YA WHEN SHE FINDS OUT!"
"DON'T TELL HER!" I finally cracked, screaming, "Please...please...don't tell her. I'll...I'll do anything as long as ya don't tell her...I'll find out more about the company! I'll tell Ryan! Just don't tell her!"
"Fine," He nodded, "I won't. For now."
"FOR NOW?!"
"You deceived me, Sophie. I'm simply returning the favour-"
"YOU DECEIVED ME FIRST, THOUGH!" Returning what favour? This was all his fault, "IF YOU HADN'T GONE AND OPENED YOUR BIG GOB THEN NONE OF THIS WOULD'VE HAPPENED! WE WOULD'VE STILL BEEN MATES, WOULDN'T WE?! WOULDN'T WE, CHRIS?! EXACTLY! SO YOU CAN'T CHAT SHIT!"
"I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA GIVE YA THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT, WEBSTER! I THOUGHT THAT COS' OF OUR EX-FRIENDSHIP THAT I'D LET THIS ALL SLIDE! BUT IF YOU THINK ACCUSING ME CONSTANTLY IS GONNA HELP, I'M TELLING YA IT REALLY AIN'T!"
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!"
"Soph?" Me and Chris silenced ourselves, spinning towards the direction of the 'intruder', as most would call it. Or in my case, my baby girl Sian, "What...what are ya doing screaming in the street? And...who's that?" She looked over at Chris, who smirked.
"Chris," He greeted, "I'm...let's say, an old mate of our Soph. We go back quite a bit, don't we, Webby?"
"Yeah," I sighed, forcing myself to go along with the lie. Yet another one, "We do."
"Oh, cool," Sian smiled, turning back towards me. She walked over and grabbed my hand in hers, "C'mon, my bladder has been all emptied and my body is raring to go home, back into that amazing bed of yours! God, I'm actually shattered."
"Same," I nodded, "We...better get going. It was nice seeing ya...Chris." I guided Sian away, back in the direction of the bus stop.
"You too, Webster. You too."
While Sian was looking the other way, I turned my head and glared at Chris, who mouthed, 'This ain't over. It's only just begun.'
Oh, fuck.
When Sian and I arrived home, Rosie was watching a catch-up version of Britain's Got Talent, which had recently came back on the television. We greeted her, but decided on going to bed as Sian wanted to 'snuggle' with me and talk about random things.
Both wearing our pyjamas, we brushed our teeth in the bathroom and went back into my bedroom, Sian practically leaping into the bed. I laughed, climbing in after her. She cuddled up into my side, giggling all the way.
"I can't get over sleeping with ya, Soph," She smiled, "It's dead fun. And...you really know how to cheer me up when I'm feeling down, too."
"It's one of my many qualities." I shrugged.
"Hmmm...yeah, it is..."
We fell silent after that, enjoying one another's company. As Sian kept quiet, it gave me time to think long and hard. About everything that was going on...right underneath Sian's nose.
Chris...when he said, 'This ain't over. It's only just begun,' That shot into me like a solid, gold bullet. Only just begun...what was he going to do? I'd tried my best to threaten him and to make him feel intimidated by me. But it had backfired. After all, I was a kid. A sixteen year-old kid. He wasn't scared of me. He found me amusing, in a way.
Fuck...I had no clue what he'd planned, nor what was he going to do. Was he working in some sort of 'partnership' with Ryan in this scheme? Did he just want his revenge, and was working completely solo?
I had to keep Sian away from him. At all costs.
Honestly, I was unsure of what Chris could be fully capable of. I didn't know if he would resort to the lowest of the low just so he could get even with me for something that he fucking started in the first place.
Would he tell Ryan? I betted the house that he'd blabbed to the entire gang.
And then what?
Why...couldn't my life be normal? I had no choice but to stay with them, obey their demands and keep my head down. Ryan had murdered people in the past if they did anything else apart from what he'd told them to do. He didn't care if I was only a kid, he would kill either me or Sian to get even with me if he got the chance to.
Sian didn't deserve it...it was all bad enough with her parents rejecting her and kicking her out because she was gay, but this?
Sian couldn't cope if they were to do anything to her again...
"Soph...you OK?" Sian asked, "You've been quiet for ages. And...you're doing this a lot recently, too."
"Doing what?"
"...thinking. What's up, babe? You can tell me anything."
"It's..." Quick, Sophie, anything! Think of anything to say, "About...y'know...your fear...of...well..."
"Sex?" She confirmed. I nodded, "What...about it?" I noticed how she suddenly became slightly hesitant. Even nervous, too.
"Well...I dunno. I was thinking about it..."
"Oh...and what exactly was it that you were thinking about?"
"...um...well..."
"Soph, tell me. Please..." She pleaded, "I only wanna know. I won't have a go or anything..."
"I just thought...maybe you'd like me to help ya overcome it-"
"What?!" She spat. So much for not having a go, "No! I've told ya I ain't ready for Why's it all about sex with you?! Do you want me that bad or summat?! I thought you'd respected my wishes! I thought you'd wait until I was ready-"
"And that might never come, Sian!" I interrupted, "What if you never get over your fear?! Then what?! You've gotta...you've gotta try, y'know. If ya don't try...how d'ya know what it's gonna be like? And may I remind ya that you got this fear from learning about having sex with a lad. At the time, you never knew you were gay, and I totally get that. But I ain't a lad, nor do I have a dick. You didn't learn about the gay and lesbian side of the spectrum...that's if ya Biology teacher hadn't told ya anything the other week."
"No, she didn't..." Sian mumbled, "And...I...get what you're saying, Soph...and it makes sense. I get it. If I don't try, I'll never know...but...I don't wanna be pushed into it just yet. I can't keep waiting for years on end, since I know you won't wait that long...but I seriously don't wanna do it yet. I'm...still scared...of loosing my virginity and everything..."
"OK, babe. I respect that. Honestly, I do. I love ya and whatever you wanna do, I don't mind. I ain't that horny. I can wait until you're ready. When you're ready, tell me, and we'll take things nice and slow throughout the whole process. I promise I won't force ya into it...we can just stick with cuddles, kisses and the occasional make-out session for the meantime, if that's what ya want."
"Thank you..." She kissed my cheek, "For being so understanding about this...it makes me all the more in love with ya...cos' ya care so much...unlike my previous boyfriends. As soon as I told them about my fear, mixed in with my OCPD, they didn't want anything to do with me. Thought I was proper weird, they did."
"You ain't weird...you're far from it. I understand why you'd feel scared over summat like this. Loads of people feel the same way as you do. And it makes sense...but once they've fought their fear, they've overcome it. It's the healthiest way, really. Do the thing that you're afraid of. Touch a spider, don't run. Get on the highest rollar coaster possible, don't wuss out. For most, it helps them almost instantly. But we'll take things at a pace of how you'd like it. I promise, baby."
"OK..." She nodded, wrapping her arms around my waist in a shy way. I planted a big, wet kiss on her nose, in which she squealed and rubbed any leftover saliva accidentally left on it, "Ewww! Soph! Your spit's on me nose!"
"You don't seem to mind when I'm shoving my tongue down ya throat, hon."
"This is different!"
"How so?"
"Cos' it is!"
We both laughed heartily, hugging each other as tightly as possible, practically refusing to let the other go from our grip. Sian moved her face closer to mine, pecking my lips. I kissed back. It was slow, sweet and enjoyable, love-sparking between us from it (metaphorically, of course).
"I love you, Sophie Webster..." She whispered, taking her lips away from mine, "With all me heart. I'll never stop loving ya, no matter what gets between us. I promise we'll get through our GCSE's and anything else that gets thrown in our faces. My parents, your fights with Rosie, and...even my sex fear...we'll get through it...cos' we love each other that much."
"Yeah...we do, baby...and I'm sure we won't." I replied, although in my mind I wasn't too certain that this was the truth.
Would she stop loving me if she found out I was a gangster? That I was secretly telling the gang all I could find out about Powers Industries? That they were blackmailing me into doing so? That Chris wasn't my mate and rather this psycho-turned fucked up person who was absolutely determind to get his revenge that all started over something he did? That I'd held a knife up to her and forced her to give me her bag, which is how I'd came into possession of it in the first place? How many lies I'd told to her face?
I don't know. And I didn't want to find out.
TO BE CONTINUED...