Act 2

Salacity, Love, and Pain

We were back on the Air Base, and I was in my bedroom. Some of my things had been moved, I couldn't figure out how some of my possesions had moved themselves to my bed and how a hidden window was opened. Torn was there too, and we were discussing our ex-fiance status. I had no idea whether I could trust him or not...

Torn: Please...I love you...You know I do. I don't deserve to be trusted, I don't deserve you. And besides, if my motive was to hurt you, which I have already done, why would I try to get you back?
Janovah: I-I don't know...There is only one thing I can think to do.

I got up and extied the room and Torn followed me. I led him to a set of stairs nearby.

Janovah: Go down to the bottom.

The stairs weren't very high...this was the perfect place for the test. Torn walked to the bottom and looked up at me. I turned my back to him.

Janovah: If I fall, will you catch me?
Torn: Yes.
Janovah: Are you sure?
Torn: Of course.

I closed my eyes, and tilted my feet backwards. I began to fall, and it felt like a long while...a message flowed through my mind. He was going to let me fall. I held a collective breath, waiting to hit the hard floor...but then something broke my fall. I felt arms grasping my torso and chest. There was fast paced breathing on the side of my face, and a gruff yet gentle voice in my ear.

Torn: Told you I'd catch you.

I opened my eyes to see the ceiling. I turned my head to Torn's face. His eyes were very close to mine. I closed my eyes...he caught me. He did not let me fall. I put my hands to his. I was still comprehending what had happened, what to do next. Yet I felt secure, like the grip was a barrier between me and evil. The grip shifted to an embrace, and I felt more secure than ever. There was love in the carress, not lust or doubt.

Torn: I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I was so awful back then, but you changed me.

Our heads touched. He touched my chin with one of his hands. I opened my eyes to find him looking into them.

Torn: Do you trust me enough to let me do this?

He kissed me gently. In that moment all the troubles I had to deal with felt very far away.

3rd Person

Torn's POV

Torn could hardly believe it. She loved him again. She hadn't rejected him like a fish that was too small. He pulled away from the kiss.

Torn: Will you marry me?

She hesitated before answering...but eventually her face lit up.

Janovah: Yes, yes I will!

She wrapped his arms around him. It had to be the single happiest moment of his life.

1st Person

Janovah's POV

I hugged Torn tightly. It was too perfect. I loved Torn more deeply than ever. We had survived the storm of our relationship. I now knew his flaws, his imperfections. We walked back to my bedroom, sort of hugging, went in and closed the door...

3rd Person

Dash's POV

Dash was alone. Again. She couldn't bare to look at Janovah anymore. She was living a lie. Janovah's father had been with Dash. Not only had she been with Jak, but Torn too. She felt like a debauched little hoe who whored around with any guy who would take her. And Janovah didn't know about any of it. Janovah was like her little sister. Why? Why did she keep doing these things? She was like Errol.

No. She didn't mean to hurt anyone.

But Jak...why didn't he want her? Ashlien had died, he could have married her. But instead he went back in time to finish his "destiny". But when he came back, one night, it was like old times.

Or was an illusion? A mirage, had she been used? She loved Jak, everything about him...but did he love her?

She sat in her sleeping quarters, thoughts flowing through her brain. She was ashamed of herself when she remembered that she had thoughts about Torn. All the times he had slept with her...it was nothing. She had abused something that was meant to be a representation of love. There was no intamacy in their sex. It was all salacity...filthy lust. How did Torn live with himself? She looked down at herself. She even looked like a strumpet. Her top stopped just below her breasts. Her pants had slits cut into them. And the example she had set-Kat. She had been dressing in an even more disgusting manner, and she slept around. Just like Dash. She had given her a false reality, a false model, a fake display of how a girl should act. Kat had been so sweet and innocent, a virgin. But right after Janovah was taken Kat clung to Dash. Began to act just like her. She whored around with any guy that would have her.

Kat's POV

Kat roamed the halls impatiently. She needed a hit. She was feeling salacious again. It was right, wasn't it? Dash did it, didn't she? But so many had already had her. Usually none came back for second go. She was a master of seduction nowadays. But still, some said no. There had to be somebody.

She remembered her simple childhood. It was her and Janovah together...best friends. When just saying hi to a cute boy was suggestive. But then Janovah met Torn, and Dash, and they'd taken her friend away. Kat wanted her Jan back. Two orphans, brought together. But Janovah got it lucky. She got to see her father again. She had a fabulous betrothed, a friend who was like a sister to her. What was the need for Kat? After Janovah disappeared, everyone was falling all over themselves to get her back. This was her chance, to win Janovah back.

She started acting like Dash. Strutting around half-naked, whoring around, but still having an infectious nature. But after that, Janovah just shut her out completely. Unwanted. Thrown away. Rejected.

Aha-A potential mate. Tall, blonde, muscular looking. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The man was walking, looking tired. He stopped and glanced at her. She looked into his eyes, and took a long drah from her cigarette, leaving the fresh taste of tabacco in her mouth. She leaned against the wall, in a skanky pose. The man walked over. Here she goes again.