CONFESSIONS
Heyaz everyone! I noe its highly probable that no-one will read this since u'd all rather read the story, and this authors note is just in the way, but I feel that, regardless of this, I reeli should get around to thanking all the pplz that help make this story possible, mainly LJ, my beta and my bestie, who is not hopeless/does not think Tris is an evil mnner, and has therefore read all the COM books, and is always around to answer my usually idiotic questions, thanx man!
And of course, thankyou to all my lovely reviewers, who help me meet my extortionate need for reassurance that my writings DO NOT suck... well, even if ur all lying, ur damn good at it! ;)
So, enough with the soppy speech and on with the story. As usual Tell me if u like it! The next chappie will be THE LAST ONE!!!!! So I want 10 more reviews before I post it....good luck!
JiLL
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Chapter Four: Respect
'I get really sick and tired,
Of boys up in my face...
When I pass you in a club,
"Oh la la," you gasp,
Back up boy, I ain't your toy,
Or your piece of ass,
Cos this body is a pricey piece,
Needs loving unconditionally, yeah,
So Mr Big Stuff,
Who'd you think you are?...
Respect is just a minimum,
Go on girl and get you some'
Respect – P!nk
Briar often wondered later just how long they had simply sat there, smiling at each other, thinking. Him, wondering how she felt, she...well, he never had found out just what she had been thinking about. But somehow, the whole time they sat there, he had the feeling that something was going to happen. Something big, important, that he would remember for the rest of his life.
And then, it happened, and he did.
Sandry turned to him quickly, surprisingly, and simply said "You know what Briar? I'm bored"
"Bored?" He replied, some what startled and caught more than a little off guard "Well, ummmm, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Well, you're my wild friend!" She grinned, as random as ever "Show me a good time! Take me out on the town!" standing up, she spun around in a circle, her ankle length skirts swishing around her feet.
Briar blinked, shell shocked, this was not the Sandry he knew..."Well, err, I dunno Sandry, I don't know that many places in town that you'd wanna go...I mean, you are a noble and..."
"Noble Schmoble!" She cried, grinning wildly, drunk on a natural high "I just made up with my foster brother! That calls for a celebration! Even if I am just 'a noble'"
Briar looked at her oddly, trying to figure out who this girl was. She certainly didn't seem very much like the Sandry of a few minutes ago...But then, maybe she was just keen to celebrate. He would have been, if it hadn't been for the whole unrequited love issue but...'gods, why not?' He thought to himself 'I can have a fun night out with a beautiful woman! Sure I might get given weeding duties for a week but, well, I guess I can't let that run my life forever...'
"You want a celebration miss?" He asked her, mock severity burning his throat "Then a celebration you shall most certainly have."
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Sandry still couldn't quite believe how all this had played out. An hour ago, she wouldn't have talked to Briar if you'd paid her, and yet, here she was, illegally sitting in the Summersea tavern with him.
And what a place it was! Partly falling apart, of course, with almost offensively loud music blaring from a small band in the corner. Yet somehow the stench of ale and tobacco blended together to form an intoxicating cocktail that made the whole thing worth it. And of course, the fact that Briar was there, sitting quietly beside her and gulping down ale, made her feel much more at ease. Briar was only a medium size, but he had an air about him that tended to keep potential harm away, especially the type of harm that could befall a small, 16 year old girl in a tavern.
Sandry looked at the large glass of frothy substance in front of her. She hadn't tried any of it, fearing she may not like its taste, but, seized by a sudden moment of ruthlessness, she picked it up by its stout handle and gulped down a large mouthful. Finding its taste appalling, but fearing that the crowd of the busy tavern may not appreciate her dislike of their favourite beverage, she promptly sculled down half of the rest of the glass before finally setting it back down on the bench in front of her.
Turning back to face Briar, she found him laughing at her. Raising an eyebrow quizzically and trying to ignore the horrible taste in her mouth, she watched him as he laughed. Admired the way the dim lighting in the tavern was just bright enough to light up his eyes as he chuckled. 'It's amazing what you can see when you really look at someone' she thought to herself 'There's so much here, now that I'd never see normally.'
It wasn't until Briar stopped laughing, abruptly, that Sandry realised she was staring. Turning away and blushing, she didn't see the way he looked at her, as though he was just about to say something important, but wasn't sure how. So, instead, she interrupted with her own thoughts before he could even begin.
"What's so funny, thief boy?"
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Briar jumped at being interrupted while he was thinking so hard, but quickly thanked the Gods for the scare. 'I could have said something very stupid there' he thought surprised at his own foolishness. Taking a moment to compose himself, he tried to sound at least relatively normal as he answered Sandry's question.
"You don't have to drink it if you don't want too" he said, grinning as he remembered just what he had been laughing at before he had caught Sandry looking at him so intensly. 'Forget about that' he told himself firmly 'you're here for a night out with a friend, nothing else.'
"Well," Sandry continued, interrupting his thoughts for the second time in two minutes "I think sometimes you have to take the good with the bad, you know, take risks, if you really want to feel you've lived life" and then she looked at him with that enchanting smile again.
'Does she want me to make a fool of myself?' he thought, his eyes glazing over and his ears numbing to outside noise 'cos she's sure acting like she wants me to tell her, but I can't I mean, what if...' Suddenly a voice jerked him out of hie reverie, a loud, gruff voice much unlike Sandry's musical tones. And despite the fact that Briar felt sure it wasn't talking to him, he felt very much threatened by it.
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Sandry flinched noticeably as she spun around in response to a tap on her shoulder. The stench that was coming from whatever it was behind her was revolting. In fact, Sandry could safely have said it was the worst smell she had ever smelt. Without looking, she would have guessed it at being a mixture of body odour, bad breath and too much ale, as she turned around to look at the dark, ugly, unshaven face behind her, the smell hit her in full force, and that and the rumpled appearance of the man behind her told her she had been spot on.
"Hello Sweet'eart" the man said, his voice laden with drunkenness "What's a pretty thing like you doing round 'ere?" his lips curled into a thin smile, and Sandry felt as though he could see into her mind, see every ounce of fear that was growing rapidly inside her head. Hastily, she pulled herself together.
"Nothing of your concern I'm sure" she replied and feeling her noble training grip her, she sat up straighter in her chair and held her nose high as she spun around to face Briar, who gave her a very meaningful look, though what it meant she could not say. But there was a lot of anger there, and she didn't think it was directed at her.
Suddenly, just as she had gotten settled decoding Briars gaze, she felt a hand grab her roughly around the shoulders and jerk her around until she was facing the man again.
"Are you ignoring me sweet'eart?" The raggedy man inquired, his face a little closer to hers than she would have liked "Cos I don't like being ignored, so, how about you be a good girl and show me a good time, 'ey?"
Sandry moved her face back from the mans before turning her head a little and whispering calmly to Briar, "I think I'd like to go now"
Briar nodded sternly and walked around to stand at her side. "I believe you heard the lady?" He addressed the man "She wishes to leave, get away from her" he finished, eyes burning with a rage Sandry had never seen in all these years.
Apparently though, the raggedy man also had opinions on her leaving, "Go, sweet'eart?" he hissed, not seeming to have heard Briar at all "I ain't ready for you to go just yet" he smiled at her as he snaked his grimy hand along her shoulder towards her neck, making her skin feel more dirty with every touch. His hand was just about to touch bare skin when another hand pushed his arm away from her.
"Did you not hear me?" Briar asked, eyes ablaze, "Leave the lady alone"
"Didn't ask you mate" said the man, pushing Briar on the shoulders "I asked the lady, you want to have some fun with me, don't you pet?" he smiled again, making Sandry cringe. The last thing she wanted in the whole world was to stay in this mans company another second.
"No sir" she spoke, her voice more confident than she was "I do not" and with that she got up and began to walk out, her knees shaking, but hidden by her layers of skirts 'I suppose they do have their uses after all' she thought.
Suddenly however, she felt a grimy hand on her waist. 'That's it,' she thought, her earlier fear replaced by red hot anger, 'No man should treat any woman that way' trying desperately to get free, she wiggled and kicked, feeling his hot breath draw closer and closer to her bare neck 'No! I won't let him get...' Desperate, she swung her arm up, ready to punch his face away from her.
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LJ tha Original Chitz Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends? says:
you really have a thing for getting people drunk dont u?
JiLL - It's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along... - Neal is mine! says:
shes not going to get drunk
LJ tha Original Chitz Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends? says:
fine
LJ tha Original Chitz Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends? says:
drinking then
JiLL - It's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along... - Neal is mine! says:
well wot else are they meant to do in a tavern?
JiLL - It's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along... - Neal is mine! says:
Interpretive dance?
LJ tha Original Chitz Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends? says:
fine
Hehehehehehe. As you can see, me and LJ often use MSN messenger for deep and meaningful convos such as the one above, don't ask me why I felt that that was in any way relevant to the story, but its here anywayz! Why are you reading it? GET REVIEWING!!!!! Hehehehehe...
