1 Playing With My Heart
By Ninth Lady
1.1 Chapter One: Gena
My name is Gena. I'm twenty-three and my job is a cab driver. I'm no ordinary cabbie I go beyond all that. You see my boss, Gus, started this business called "Crazy Taxi." There are only four of us, but that's okay.
The day had started out pretty quiet. I must have served about twenty costumers in two hours. I was driving Pierre to meet his latest date. I was playing my favorite Offspring song, 'Pretty Fly For a White Guy.' Pierre was singing at the top of his lungs with the CD. I giggled and swerved around a truck. Pierre stopped singing for a second and looked nervous.
"Gena.I'm scared." I glanced at him in rear view mirror. "What about, I'm all ears." Pierre smiled gratefully. "How many different dates have I had this week? Can you tell me?" I thought for a minute and took a deep breath. Poor guy, he had such trouble keeping a woman that I felt extremely sorry for him. I kept my eyes on the road and exhaled softly. "Nine, one each day, and two on Thursday." I didn't dare look at Pierre. "Oh my god! I'm so terrible! Why don't women like me?"
I quickly changed the CD to Pink and put it on 'Do What U Do.' He stopped his crying and listened to the lyrics. "Thanks Gena. You always know what songs to play." I gave him a quick smile and parked in front of the restaurant.
"See ya Pierre, and remember to be yourself." Pierre gave me the fare and a more than generous tip. I thanked him and gave him my 'U R special' smile that turned my male customers on. Pierre blushed and ran inside. I chuckled to my self and began cruising the city for my next customer.
Fifteen minutes later, I saw a man waving for me. I pulled up next to him and he got in the back seat of my cab. He threw me a smirk, which caused my smile to become a scowl. "I'd like you to take me home please." I scowled more to myself than him and pulled onto the road. 'Where would that be?" He smirked again and laughed. "I'll give you the directions as they come."
I gritted my teeth and started to zoom. He reminded me of someone, someone I didn't like. It was seven and time to turn in. With one last customer, I was going to be late getting back to the office, but Gus would understand. Half an hour later, we still didn't seem anywhere nearer to his home. I was getting nervous, it was late, dark, and I had a customer I didn't like in the backseat.
I decided to give Gus a call, so that he would know where I was. I reached for my cell, but I couldn't feel it. I continued to feel for it until I gave up thinking it had slid under the seat.
My gut kept telling me to kick him out, but the money told me to keep milking him for him for all he was worth.
It was eight twenty by the time we reached his house. He got out slowly and handed me the money. He slowly shoved fifty dollars down my low cut shirt. I glared at him and said nothing. He grinned again and walked up to the door. I was about to pull out when I heard an awful sound. I had a flat tire. To make matters worse, two of them were flat.
I swore loudly and got out to inspect the damage. The guy was still standing there looking really smug. My face fell when I saw the damage. Both tires were slashed. I threw my hands up in the air and cursed extensively.
The guy came down and touched my arm. I jerked it away and stared at him. "Why doncha just come into my house, call a row truck and have some coffee." My face softened, it had been a long time since anyone had offered me anything. Maybe too long.
I nodded and followed him inside. He motioned towards an overstuffed couch and told me to sit down. He went into the kitchen and I made a closer inspection. The room wasn't very decorated, just a couch, a TV, and a few Playboy magazines lying around.
Within a few minutes, he returned with two mugs of coffee. I thanked him and took a mug. I drank it heartily, while he just took a few sips here and there. "Gena, I know that we've had our differences." I looked at him in slight amazement. How did he know my name? I hadn't told him. "I know it was selfish of me to do what I did." I leaned forward. "I guess that I wanted to see everything, do everything. But my internship was for me." Creases formed in my forehead as I thought hard. "Gena, I kept my promise. I came back for you. Now we can get married just like we planned! You can become a professional racer, not a cabbie that races around the city. Gena, I'm offering you a life."
My mouth dropped open with shock. Alex Jefferson, my high school sweetheart. And my high school heart brake. He had been given this internship for a business school in New York. We had talked, and decided it best that he went to New York and I continue my dreams of becoming a pro racer.
At the boarding gate, I got cold feet. I begged him to stay, but he wouldn't. I watched him board that plane and I watched it take off. I never heard from him afterwards.
Since then, I've been put off men. In my mind a man equals a broken heart. Yeah, I'm nice with them. Every so often, I might go on a dinner date, or catch a movie. Unfortunately for them, I won't let them have my body. I gave myself to Alex and look where it got me? Nowhere.
"Alex.why did you come back? You hurt me once, why do you want to do it me again?" Alex laughed softly and put his coffee down. "Gena, I've made mistakes. Some small and others big. Leaving you was one of them. I don't want to lose you again, baby."
He leaned over and closed his mouth over mine. I pushed him away and got up. "Alex! What are you doing?!" He laughed again and got up. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. "Gena, Gena. Why do you struggle? You said wanted me forever and here I am." He pushed me back onto the couch and tried to take my shirt off.
A fight ensued.
I fled the house and ran to the main road. I saw headlights and stuck my thumb out. The car did a marvelous stop next to me. Soul music was playing and a black man was sat at the wheel. "B.D. Joe?" B.D. Joe gave me a concerned look and opened the passenger side door. I numbly got in and closed the door. Joe floored the gas pedal and we zoomed down the road.
Joe spoke first. "What happened Gena?" I looked at the floor. "I picked up a final customer and drove him to his house. That's all." Joe gave me a serious look. "Then where is your cab?" I sighed. You couldn't fool B.D. Joe. "I drove him to his house and discovered that my tires were slashed. He offered me his phone and a cup of coffee. Like a fool, I accepted. We got talking and I turned out that it was my old boyfriend. He started talking, then he." My voice began to trail I shot a glance at B.D. Joe. He nodded thoughtfully. "Tied to rape you." I nodded wordlessly and stared at my lap. "It's okay, everything is gonna be okay." I smiled weakly.
I was surprised to see all the lights on at the office. Joe led me in. Gus was in his chair looking nervous. Axel was nowhere in sight. Gus jumped off his chair when he saw me. "Gena!! My god we were so worried about you!! Are you okay?" I managed a smile. "Yes, I'm okay Gus. I just ran into trouble." His face gained more wrinkles. "What happened?" I shook my head. "Nothing, nothing. My tires were just flat, and Joe brought me back. I'll get it towed back tomorrow." Gus didn't look convinced, but he let it drop.
A car pulled up outside. We all turned as Axel stormed in. "I can't find her! Where the hell is." He stopped and stared at me. "Gena." His stare was directed at my boobs. Then I remember that I had lost my shirt in the scuffle. I covered my chest with my arms and blushed. "What were you doing Gena? Playing little miss slut?" You could not miss the sarcasm that dripped off his tongue. My embarrassment turned to anger. "For you 4-1-1, I was nearly raped and all you can say is that I'm a slut!! Well, if men weren't such (expletives), they would be considered sluts too!" Axel scowled at me and turned to walk out the door.
Gus and B.D. Joe stared at me. "Gena why don't you take the day off tomorrow and get some counseling? You could use the rest." I nodded grateful.
Joe drove me to my apartment and walked my to the door. "You gonna be okay?" He finally left after I had over assured him that I would be okay.
Once inside, I started the shower and got undressed. The hot water felt really good. I spent about an hour under the water. When I had gotten dry, and eaten. I sat down and thought about Alex. The memories of him were good. He had always treated me like scum. I was just blind to not see it. I crawled into bed that night feeling empty. I had nobody in my life, just me and my car. I cried my self to sleep that night.
A/N: My first fic, so don't be extremely harsh. I hope the next chapter turns out better. I insert my disclaimer here: N. O. T. M. I. N. E.
Next chapter will be about Axel.
By Ninth Lady
1.1 Chapter One: Gena
My name is Gena. I'm twenty-three and my job is a cab driver. I'm no ordinary cabbie I go beyond all that. You see my boss, Gus, started this business called "Crazy Taxi." There are only four of us, but that's okay.
The day had started out pretty quiet. I must have served about twenty costumers in two hours. I was driving Pierre to meet his latest date. I was playing my favorite Offspring song, 'Pretty Fly For a White Guy.' Pierre was singing at the top of his lungs with the CD. I giggled and swerved around a truck. Pierre stopped singing for a second and looked nervous.
"Gena.I'm scared." I glanced at him in rear view mirror. "What about, I'm all ears." Pierre smiled gratefully. "How many different dates have I had this week? Can you tell me?" I thought for a minute and took a deep breath. Poor guy, he had such trouble keeping a woman that I felt extremely sorry for him. I kept my eyes on the road and exhaled softly. "Nine, one each day, and two on Thursday." I didn't dare look at Pierre. "Oh my god! I'm so terrible! Why don't women like me?"
I quickly changed the CD to Pink and put it on 'Do What U Do.' He stopped his crying and listened to the lyrics. "Thanks Gena. You always know what songs to play." I gave him a quick smile and parked in front of the restaurant.
"See ya Pierre, and remember to be yourself." Pierre gave me the fare and a more than generous tip. I thanked him and gave him my 'U R special' smile that turned my male customers on. Pierre blushed and ran inside. I chuckled to my self and began cruising the city for my next customer.
Fifteen minutes later, I saw a man waving for me. I pulled up next to him and he got in the back seat of my cab. He threw me a smirk, which caused my smile to become a scowl. "I'd like you to take me home please." I scowled more to myself than him and pulled onto the road. 'Where would that be?" He smirked again and laughed. "I'll give you the directions as they come."
I gritted my teeth and started to zoom. He reminded me of someone, someone I didn't like. It was seven and time to turn in. With one last customer, I was going to be late getting back to the office, but Gus would understand. Half an hour later, we still didn't seem anywhere nearer to his home. I was getting nervous, it was late, dark, and I had a customer I didn't like in the backseat.
I decided to give Gus a call, so that he would know where I was. I reached for my cell, but I couldn't feel it. I continued to feel for it until I gave up thinking it had slid under the seat.
My gut kept telling me to kick him out, but the money told me to keep milking him for him for all he was worth.
It was eight twenty by the time we reached his house. He got out slowly and handed me the money. He slowly shoved fifty dollars down my low cut shirt. I glared at him and said nothing. He grinned again and walked up to the door. I was about to pull out when I heard an awful sound. I had a flat tire. To make matters worse, two of them were flat.
I swore loudly and got out to inspect the damage. The guy was still standing there looking really smug. My face fell when I saw the damage. Both tires were slashed. I threw my hands up in the air and cursed extensively.
The guy came down and touched my arm. I jerked it away and stared at him. "Why doncha just come into my house, call a row truck and have some coffee." My face softened, it had been a long time since anyone had offered me anything. Maybe too long.
I nodded and followed him inside. He motioned towards an overstuffed couch and told me to sit down. He went into the kitchen and I made a closer inspection. The room wasn't very decorated, just a couch, a TV, and a few Playboy magazines lying around.
Within a few minutes, he returned with two mugs of coffee. I thanked him and took a mug. I drank it heartily, while he just took a few sips here and there. "Gena, I know that we've had our differences." I looked at him in slight amazement. How did he know my name? I hadn't told him. "I know it was selfish of me to do what I did." I leaned forward. "I guess that I wanted to see everything, do everything. But my internship was for me." Creases formed in my forehead as I thought hard. "Gena, I kept my promise. I came back for you. Now we can get married just like we planned! You can become a professional racer, not a cabbie that races around the city. Gena, I'm offering you a life."
My mouth dropped open with shock. Alex Jefferson, my high school sweetheart. And my high school heart brake. He had been given this internship for a business school in New York. We had talked, and decided it best that he went to New York and I continue my dreams of becoming a pro racer.
At the boarding gate, I got cold feet. I begged him to stay, but he wouldn't. I watched him board that plane and I watched it take off. I never heard from him afterwards.
Since then, I've been put off men. In my mind a man equals a broken heart. Yeah, I'm nice with them. Every so often, I might go on a dinner date, or catch a movie. Unfortunately for them, I won't let them have my body. I gave myself to Alex and look where it got me? Nowhere.
"Alex.why did you come back? You hurt me once, why do you want to do it me again?" Alex laughed softly and put his coffee down. "Gena, I've made mistakes. Some small and others big. Leaving you was one of them. I don't want to lose you again, baby."
He leaned over and closed his mouth over mine. I pushed him away and got up. "Alex! What are you doing?!" He laughed again and got up. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. "Gena, Gena. Why do you struggle? You said wanted me forever and here I am." He pushed me back onto the couch and tried to take my shirt off.
A fight ensued.
I fled the house and ran to the main road. I saw headlights and stuck my thumb out. The car did a marvelous stop next to me. Soul music was playing and a black man was sat at the wheel. "B.D. Joe?" B.D. Joe gave me a concerned look and opened the passenger side door. I numbly got in and closed the door. Joe floored the gas pedal and we zoomed down the road.
Joe spoke first. "What happened Gena?" I looked at the floor. "I picked up a final customer and drove him to his house. That's all." Joe gave me a serious look. "Then where is your cab?" I sighed. You couldn't fool B.D. Joe. "I drove him to his house and discovered that my tires were slashed. He offered me his phone and a cup of coffee. Like a fool, I accepted. We got talking and I turned out that it was my old boyfriend. He started talking, then he." My voice began to trail I shot a glance at B.D. Joe. He nodded thoughtfully. "Tied to rape you." I nodded wordlessly and stared at my lap. "It's okay, everything is gonna be okay." I smiled weakly.
I was surprised to see all the lights on at the office. Joe led me in. Gus was in his chair looking nervous. Axel was nowhere in sight. Gus jumped off his chair when he saw me. "Gena!! My god we were so worried about you!! Are you okay?" I managed a smile. "Yes, I'm okay Gus. I just ran into trouble." His face gained more wrinkles. "What happened?" I shook my head. "Nothing, nothing. My tires were just flat, and Joe brought me back. I'll get it towed back tomorrow." Gus didn't look convinced, but he let it drop.
A car pulled up outside. We all turned as Axel stormed in. "I can't find her! Where the hell is." He stopped and stared at me. "Gena." His stare was directed at my boobs. Then I remember that I had lost my shirt in the scuffle. I covered my chest with my arms and blushed. "What were you doing Gena? Playing little miss slut?" You could not miss the sarcasm that dripped off his tongue. My embarrassment turned to anger. "For you 4-1-1, I was nearly raped and all you can say is that I'm a slut!! Well, if men weren't such (expletives), they would be considered sluts too!" Axel scowled at me and turned to walk out the door.
Gus and B.D. Joe stared at me. "Gena why don't you take the day off tomorrow and get some counseling? You could use the rest." I nodded grateful.
Joe drove me to my apartment and walked my to the door. "You gonna be okay?" He finally left after I had over assured him that I would be okay.
Once inside, I started the shower and got undressed. The hot water felt really good. I spent about an hour under the water. When I had gotten dry, and eaten. I sat down and thought about Alex. The memories of him were good. He had always treated me like scum. I was just blind to not see it. I crawled into bed that night feeling empty. I had nobody in my life, just me and my car. I cried my self to sleep that night.
A/N: My first fic, so don't be extremely harsh. I hope the next chapter turns out better. I insert my disclaimer here: N. O. T. M. I. N. E.
Next chapter will be about Axel.