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 Thirty-Five
Later on that day, after Sian and I had recovered from our little 'session', we made our way downstairs, fully clothed in our pyjamas, only to be greeted with Rosie...making out with some random guy who I gathered was Jason on the couch...
I coughed awkwardly, causing both of them to stop and turn to face us. If Sian and I had been caught by Rosie (and I mean literally caught by her...where she would see us doing it. A few weeks ago she had only heard us having sex, and hadn't seen us), we would've felt humiliated, that our personal space had been invaded, and completely embarrassed.
But Rosie...had taken things very...differently, let's say.
"Oh, hey Sophie! Sian!" She greeted, sitting up on the sofa as if nothing had happened, "This is Jason! My boyfriend! Though I think you got that already...finally you all get to meet!"
Jason smiled at us, a beer in his hand, "Alright?" He greeted, sipping the drink.
"Um...yeah...hi," I mumbled, "Sophie. I'm Sophie...and this gorgeous woman here is my girlfriend, so don't start trying it on with her."
"Soph!" Sian giggled. She faced Jason, "Ignore her. She's overprotective."
"No I ain't!" I pouted.
"You totally are, babe!"
"No!"
"Yes, Sophie!"
"Ugh..." I sighed, "OK...I am..."
"So," Rosie grinned, "It's almost the end of the holidays soon. And there's GCSE's..."
"Don't remind me, Rosie..." Sian mumbled, "I've done literally no revision..."
"Well why don't you get off your arse and start it?"
"Um...OK. Soph, wanna revise?" She asked me.
"I don't mind," I replied, although in all honesty I didn't feel like revising; who really gave a fuck about those poxy exams anyway?! "What do ya wanna revise for?"
"Dunno...I can help ya with the Maths."
"Ugh...do we have to?"
"Yes. They're important, no matter how much you think they're not. I get you hate Maths, but you've gotta start somewhere, right?" Oh, Sian...why was she so optimistic practically all the time?
"S'pose..."
"I'll go get the textbooks!" She kissed my cheek, walking up the stairs.
I sat down at the table in the kitchen, ignoring Rosie and Jason making out once more (they really we're shameless, weren't they?) and sighed. I had more important things to be dealing with then GCSE's. My gang, for one thing. What was I going to do? I kept asking myself that question constantly, or whenever I had a free, clear mind to think about it. They would kill Sian or me if they wanted to...or both of us if there was no other option.
They were sick people. They did sick, twisted things. They didn't care if they were erasing another life from our world. They just wanted money, power and a reputation to build. And if anyone got in their way, there would be consequences.
I'd seen it with my own eyes...multiple times...
"Got the books!" Sian said, walking through the living room and into the kitchen while carrying two revision textbooks, "It's the CGP revision guide and the Edexcel one. We can work from them."
"OK..." I replied, "But...can we not do this for long? It's boring...and I'd rather be doing other things on our holiday..." Narrowing my eyes, I smirked at her.
"You naughty cow," She laughed, sitting down on the chair beside me, "We've already been at it once today, and like five times this week. Aren't ya tired?"
"I'm never tired for you, babe..." I kissed her lips firmly.
We started to snog for a full-on two minutes or so, occasionally parting our lips. Rosie laughed tremendously from in the living room, saying, "I thought you two were revising! What's that sort of revision, ey? Biology?!" Jason chuckled at this.
Stopping our kiss, I retorted, "Fuck off, you slapper!"
"Dirty cow!"
"Slag!"
"Bible basher!"
"Bible basher?" Sian repeated.
"Yeah!" Rosie nodded, "When our Soph was a little kid, she was proper into religion! Wanted to get baptised and everything! I don't think the church would do it now though, considering she's gay and she's had sex before marriage! A number of times, I might add!" Oh, shut up you idiot...why was Rosie so irritating? Did she even know how embarrassing she really was?
"Number of times?" Jason wondered, "They're only sixteen."
"I know, I heard them getting it on a bit more then a week-"
"OK, Rosie!" I quickly interrupted, "Jason doesn't need to be told any of that! Let's get revising, Sian!"
"Um...alright," Sian smiled, "So...what you struggling with?"
"Everything..."
"Oh. Can't you just pick one thing?"
"Nah, can't stand any of it..."
"OK, let's start with Simultaneous Equations."
"What the fuck are those?"
"Oh, God..." She sighed, "Didn't you pay any attention in Year Eight, Nine and Ten?"
"Not really..."
"Oh...how about the Pythagoras theorem?"
"Dunno what that is, either..."
"Do you know anything, Sophie?!" Rosie complained.
"Not really, no..." I shrugged.
"Well, this isn't getting us anywhere, is it?" Sian sighed, "Wanna revise for something else?"
"Nah...I ain't bothered, hon. Honestly."
"Yeah, but I am, Soph. I wanna get good grades so I can do my A Levels, get good grades in that and go on to a Uni so I can study for a degree and get a good job."
"But ain't you taking over your dad's company?" I wondered. I swear she was. She'd mentioned it a few times to me, though hardly ever in great detail. She never really liked...talking about that or her parents, and I didn't blame her.
"Oh, yeah..." She mumbled, "I forgot about that. Even if they hate me now, they're still gonna force me to take over. My dad wants to retire in like three years, even though he's only in his mid-fifties. And my mum's a selfish bitch. She's not gonna take on all the work. So they're gonna palm it all off on me..."
"But you don't have to get good grades in your exams then if there's already a massive job pre-planned for ya," I smiled, "And Powers Industries is worth millions? Ain't that something to look forward to?"
"Not really...it's pressuring. The media gets to my dad, especially the news channels with business on it. They're always asking him on TV to be reviewed, and it always gets on his nerves. Not to mention being the owner and CEO of it. Everyone drives him mad, every day. You know I won't be able to take that pressure if it was all on me...I'd have a breakdown, even with my meds. That's why I feel as if he only had me to take over his company when he couldn't be bothered to run it anymore...I feel as if I'm a total waste..."
"Oh, right..." I wasn't sounding very sympathetic, but I did feel sorry for her, "You shouldn't think like that, though. It'll upset ya...to me, you're not a waste. You're my everything. I don't know how I ever survived without ya, babe. It was fate that I found your bag, wasn't it?"
"S'pose, yeah...wait, Soph?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you know where I lived if you'd never met me before? Y'know, to return my bag? I've actually always wondered, but I've never got round to asking ya."
Oh, shit...
What would I say?!
"Um...well...I sorta guessed..."
"How could you have guessed so accurately?"
"Um...er..."
Suddenly, a loud knock was placed at the door, and immediately I sprung up to answer it. If it hadn't been for whoever was there, I didn't know what I'd say to Sian which would sound believable.
Opening the door, I saw Chesney on the other side, "Soph! Thank God it's you! I've got some...ideas. For how we can sort this all out...here's a list," He handed me a piece of paper, "Come round to mine later to tell me what you think. I've gotta go babysit Fiz's daughter. Bye."
"Bye, Ches. Thanks." I smiled.
"I only wanna help you get outta this mess, Soph."
"I know, and I'm so grateful for it. Thank you."
"No problem."
Closing the door, I glanced down at the paper in my hands and curiously opened it. Bullet points of Chesney's messy writing was revealed, all his ideas organized in a list format. It said, in this order:
Ideas to help Soph with problem:
1) Get her to stab a person. The others will get scared and run away. They will not want to mess with her after that.
2) Ask someone living on the street who's been through a similar problem to help.
3 Break up with Sian so she won't have to worry about Sian hating her any more.
4) Just get the fucking police even though she's scared that they'll be 'after her even more' if she does it.
5) Do something big!
I stared at the list with wide eyes; was he being serious?! All these ideas were shit, nor would they even work! Stab a random person? Why would they get intimidated by that?! Some of them had killed people. A minor stabbing was nothing to them. Ask someone on the street? No chance! Everyone knew everyone's business in this poxy street! Soon the Weaherfield Gazette would have it in the paper for all to see! Break up with Sian? NO! That was the worst idea ever! Get the police? Um, no, Ches. No. I wasn't going to do that, especially when I was on the wrong side of the law myself. Do something big? What was that meant to mean?!
So much for Chesney helping...
"Soph, who was that?!" Rosie called out.
"Some person doing knock-down-ginger, I think!" Quickly, I scrunched the list up in a small ball and threw it into the bin. I didn't want anyone to see that, especially Sian, since her name was on it.
"Oh, alright!"
I walked back into the room. Rosie and Jason were cuddled up together, watching a movie. They did look quite cute together. Sian had her head in a textbook, taking down notes as she revised, wearing her adorable geek glasses. Her look of concentration was beyond fucking irresistible! With her eyebrows knitted together as a pen tapped her chin, she looked like a proper nerd. But a cute one at that!
"OMG!" Rosie exclaimed, "Do we have to watch Friday the 13th, Jason?! I don't like it!"
"You're seriously scared of a film?" Jason teased, "It's only fiction, babe."
Rosie frowned, "Yeah, but still."
"Ha!" I laughed, "Rosie's scared!"
"Shut up! Like you're not scared of the Teletubbies!"
"I was four! You're making it sound like I'm still scared of them!"
"Cos' you are still scared of them! And In the Night Garden!"
"In the Night Garden came out when I was like eight! I never even watched Cbeebies then!"
"Yes you did! You were always obsessed with Something Special!"
"Hey!"
Sian giggled at mine and Rosie's bickering while she revised. I looked over at her, where she glanced up at me and smiled. Things felt perfect...they really did.
But why couldn't they be?
TO BE CONTINUED...