So here it is, Chapter Four. Me sorry it took so long, I had a ton of shcool work to do. Bu now school is over, and I have time to write! yay! so here it is, Chapter Four
When her eyes connecte with mine I almost melted on the spot. Those emerald orbs were so entrancing he wanted to stare at them forever.
"Yes, what do you want?" My heart almost broke at her harsh words.
" Just to offer a beautiful lady my services" My back bent into a bow as my lips brushed against the top of her sweet smelling hand. I cautiously looked up and smiled when her eyes softened at my touch. With a jolt from a strong force, I was falling over into the same ocean as they just escaped from. I thrashed around for a minute, only to lock eyes with the bastard that pushed me.
"What the fuck was that for?" I yelled, pain in my voice. Struggling to get up, I crashed down once again. Numbness took over my brain as my think head hit the ground.
"Let the girl write!" Diablo cried as he shot up like a bullet his black hair messily covered his tanned face and curly-Q mustache.
"I have read the child's work before, she writes like a goddess herself," and with that he fell back on the couch with an 'oomph'. Ziddler got a small smirk on his face, which was quickly washed away when the sexist investor slammed his fist on the shaky desk once again.
"SHE WILL NOT WRITE IF IT IS THE LAST THING THAT I DO" James screamed. Full of irrational rage, he grabbed his hat from the peg on the wall. His head was shoved in the black masterpiece as his mouth uttered words that would make a baby scream. The formed a quick,
"Good day" as the attached legs stormed out of the small castle Harold called home.
"Are you alright, sir?" I murmured, bending down to peer at the fallen gentleman. He was so handsome it made my heart run but sleep at the same time. Knees greeted mud as the murky liquid crawled up my many skirts. I pulled his head into my lap and pressed two fingers to his neck. My body sighed with unknown happiness and relief as a pulse beat against my fingertips.
"Gewt away from him!" Toulouse cried, attempting to pull me away from the helpless man.
"No," I yelled, slouching over my patient, throwing my weight in the opposite direction, "He needs our help, because of you he's hurt," I looked down at the twisted grimace on the strangers perfect face.
"He is juss some street twash! You will be the most famous person in all of Paree, you will not want people like him drawging you down." I looked up at my brother, pondering how the small man's heart could be filled with such painful cruelty. The man in my arms started shifting back and forth, his eyes lighting up when he looked into my own beaming pupils. We heard something click, and I was face to face with my brothers silver pistol.
"Let go of the rat"
My red mustache that had tickled so many young females was twirled under my fingers.
"Diablo! You ruin everything!" I yelled, pushing important papers off my desk. White snowflakes fell all over the nicely cleaned carpet from Indian.
"It's not my fault he has issues with zee women." The narcoleptic man stood up and rubbed his head. "If you need me I will be drinking my soul away." He felt his way to the door and proceded to fall down the stairs. Ziddler sighed a fell back into his chair. They needed a different writer, no matter how wonderful the girl's ideas may be. The boy must be handsome, charming, and a good actor. What if we get rid of the argentinian, and make the new writer act also. We won't have to pay two very high salaries. Diablo ruins everything we'll just make him sleep forever. I thought with a secretive smile, reaching down to the phone on my desk. The dial spun around while I made my call,
"Zeta darling, send your brother too the Moulin Rouge tomorrow. I have a job for him"
