Hey, everyone! Angel's back! Not much to say here... Enjoy the chapter! Oh, and by the way...
I know that the story is called Stolen Innocence, but when you go into the chapters, it says
that it's called Betrayal of Trust. Originally, Stolen Innocence was the name of the first
chapter, and BoT was the name of the story. I decided it would fit better if it was vice-versa.
So, that explains it, I guess.
Disclaimer: *sticks out her tongue, pouts, and gestures at her jeans and pink superman
shirt* Does it *look* like I own Sailor Moon? No, I didn't think so, either.
Stolen Innocence
Chapter Four
All My Fault
Serena's POV
I sighed, staring into the depths of my chocolate milkshake. My eyes were shiny
with unshed tears, which seemed to be becoming one of my permanant features.
Slowly, I became aware of a crowd of people surrounding me at the arcade's counter. I took my
time as I dragged my body around.
Andrew's gentle hand was resting on my back, and Mina was tenderly stroking my hair. Lita and Amara
still looked unbelievably pissed and were shouting in whispers at Ami and Michelle.
Lizzie was heading towards us, a tray of food balanced on either hand. Raye was sitting
next to me on a stool, crying quietly.
Thankfully, Rini and Hotaru had gone to an amusement park with my parents and my brother,
Sammie, so they didn't know what had happened. They were still innocent.
And of course, Trista was at the gates of time, as always.
Finally, my eyes, slowly sliding across the room, stopped on Darien's face. I sucked in my
breath with a bitter choke. His face was pale, but somehow red at the same time. His mouth
was tense and he looked ready to cry, yet ready to cheerfully kill someone.
I stood, abruptly, causing concerned hands to fall. I knew why he looked like that--he thought
it was all my fault. He had believed the piercing words that Jack had hurled at me before
being pounded into a pulp by my friends.
The problem was, so had I.
The whole thing was my fault. I led him on, with the things I said and the clothes I wore. I
looked down at my outfit, scornfully. *What was I thinking?* I felt like punching myself. *He's
right. You brought this on yourself.*
I couldn't have been sober when I picked this outfit. It was impossible. No one in their right
mind would wear such a short leather miniskirt. No one thinking clearly would pick this
pleather half-top (think of Ginger Spice's black leather outfit in the Say You'll Be There
video, only with a miniskirt instead of hot-pants). *Who would wear these "hooker" boots?
No one. Only a...* I choked on my own thoughts, extracting a bitter cry. *A slut,* I finished.
*Jack was right, I'm a whore.*
I hadn't even realized that I'd uttered the words outloud, until I tried to walk away from the
group and Darien grabbed my arm. His face was dead white.
"How could you say that?" he hissed, his grip on my forearm tightening and becoming
unbearable.
My eyes filled with tears--again--, and I roughly shaked his grasp from my arm.
"Because it's true," I choked out before running blindly out the door.
It wasn't until I was several blocks away that I stopped and doubled over, sobbing.
"Why did it have to be me?" I cried hysterically. "Why me? Why not someone else? What
did...What did I ever do to deserve this...?"
I was still bent at the waist, in the middle of some random park, when an arm shot out and
wrapped around my waist.
"I can take a stab at that," A voice growled, at the same time sounding unnervingly sweet.
My attacker placed a lot of emphasis on the word 'stab', and at the same time, I felt the cold
bite of steel on my stomach.
*God, help me.* I remember begging dizzily before all went black.
*Evil little laugh* Review! Review or you'll never find out who this person is, and why he's
attacking Bunny. *smirks and avoids a dagger thrown from the audience* Hey! This story
is pg-13! There's kids in here, and you're throwing *weapons?!*
*Angel wonders if she *can* write pg-13, considering her age.* No, I'm not twelve! And no,
I'm *not* younger than *that*, either!
Well, I'm not really happy with this chapter. I don't think it was very good. Should I rewrite it?
I think I might want to play more on the 'it's all my fault' aspect, considering the name of the
chapter. Let me know.
*Lotsa Luv 'n' Stuff*
Jewelz
(aka *aLmOsT_yOuR_aNgEl*)
0)))___CRAYOLA___)))
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")
I know that the story is called Stolen Innocence, but when you go into the chapters, it says
that it's called Betrayal of Trust. Originally, Stolen Innocence was the name of the first
chapter, and BoT was the name of the story. I decided it would fit better if it was vice-versa.
So, that explains it, I guess.
Disclaimer: *sticks out her tongue, pouts, and gestures at her jeans and pink superman
shirt* Does it *look* like I own Sailor Moon? No, I didn't think so, either.
Stolen Innocence
Chapter Four
All My Fault
Serena's POV
I sighed, staring into the depths of my chocolate milkshake. My eyes were shiny
with unshed tears, which seemed to be becoming one of my permanant features.
Slowly, I became aware of a crowd of people surrounding me at the arcade's counter. I took my
time as I dragged my body around.
Andrew's gentle hand was resting on my back, and Mina was tenderly stroking my hair. Lita and Amara
still looked unbelievably pissed and were shouting in whispers at Ami and Michelle.
Lizzie was heading towards us, a tray of food balanced on either hand. Raye was sitting
next to me on a stool, crying quietly.
Thankfully, Rini and Hotaru had gone to an amusement park with my parents and my brother,
Sammie, so they didn't know what had happened. They were still innocent.
And of course, Trista was at the gates of time, as always.
Finally, my eyes, slowly sliding across the room, stopped on Darien's face. I sucked in my
breath with a bitter choke. His face was pale, but somehow red at the same time. His mouth
was tense and he looked ready to cry, yet ready to cheerfully kill someone.
I stood, abruptly, causing concerned hands to fall. I knew why he looked like that--he thought
it was all my fault. He had believed the piercing words that Jack had hurled at me before
being pounded into a pulp by my friends.
The problem was, so had I.
The whole thing was my fault. I led him on, with the things I said and the clothes I wore. I
looked down at my outfit, scornfully. *What was I thinking?* I felt like punching myself. *He's
right. You brought this on yourself.*
I couldn't have been sober when I picked this outfit. It was impossible. No one in their right
mind would wear such a short leather miniskirt. No one thinking clearly would pick this
pleather half-top (think of Ginger Spice's black leather outfit in the Say You'll Be There
video, only with a miniskirt instead of hot-pants). *Who would wear these "hooker" boots?
No one. Only a...* I choked on my own thoughts, extracting a bitter cry. *A slut,* I finished.
*Jack was right, I'm a whore.*
I hadn't even realized that I'd uttered the words outloud, until I tried to walk away from the
group and Darien grabbed my arm. His face was dead white.
"How could you say that?" he hissed, his grip on my forearm tightening and becoming
unbearable.
My eyes filled with tears--again--, and I roughly shaked his grasp from my arm.
"Because it's true," I choked out before running blindly out the door.
It wasn't until I was several blocks away that I stopped and doubled over, sobbing.
"Why did it have to be me?" I cried hysterically. "Why me? Why not someone else? What
did...What did I ever do to deserve this...?"
I was still bent at the waist, in the middle of some random park, when an arm shot out and
wrapped around my waist.
"I can take a stab at that," A voice growled, at the same time sounding unnervingly sweet.
My attacker placed a lot of emphasis on the word 'stab', and at the same time, I felt the cold
bite of steel on my stomach.
*God, help me.* I remember begging dizzily before all went black.
*Evil little laugh* Review! Review or you'll never find out who this person is, and why he's
attacking Bunny. *smirks and avoids a dagger thrown from the audience* Hey! This story
is pg-13! There's kids in here, and you're throwing *weapons?!*
*Angel wonders if she *can* write pg-13, considering her age.* No, I'm not twelve! And no,
I'm *not* younger than *that*, either!
Well, I'm not really happy with this chapter. I don't think it was very good. Should I rewrite it?
I think I might want to play more on the 'it's all my fault' aspect, considering the name of the
chapter. Let me know.
*Lotsa Luv 'n' Stuff*
Jewelz
(aka *aLmOsT_yOuR_aNgEl*)
0)))___CRAYOLA___)))
(\__/)
(='.'=)
(")_(")