Getting Away With Murder Chapter2 The Toll of Death
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My deepest thoughts hit my dreams, screams, broken hearts, death. I feel so lost, when will this nightmare ever end in my mind? Someone please help me out of this pit of hell. I feel all the death around me, the smell of blood hits my nose. Screaming in high pitch moans, desperate calls for help, sounds of broken bones, the ripping of human flesh. "Leave me alone!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I scream out as the darkness covers me like water. I feel soft hands hit my sides, running up to my chest and back down. My eyes open to see a dark ceiling with a fan softly circling the air above me. I feel a small whisper of my name next to me. I feel those hands still on my body, fingers ever so lightly rubbing over the warm flesh of mine. My eyes go half-lidded as I feel sleeplessness take the best of me. My mine feels so numb, like I have been asleep for years yet not getting enough sleep still. Who is this young man whispering my name? Darkness once more consumes me."Baby?" I hear that voice once more. My heart lifts in my chest when I see him lying right next to me. Hair strewn around his shoulders gorgeously, with those brown eyes starring into mine. "Hmn?" I sigh slowly and gently, feeling his body against mine so intently. It felt right all of the sudden. I leaned forward with out thought and kissed him passionately on his full lips. He kisses me back feeling up my chest and back.
"Did you sleep well?" He said, with a light crimson blush across his face. "Yea babe, thanks for letting me crash here for the night." I try to act normal around him, from when I met him. My memory began to come back to me. I look at the floor of his bedroom seeing my cloths laying about including his.
"Trunks…" I feel his hands wrap around my waist as I was setting up looking about. I feel his breath against my shoulder. What a slut he is, he wants more huh? "Comfortable I see, huh?" I say nonchalantly to sound annoyed to get him off me.
"You rocked my world, you know that right sexy?" He said sexually in my ear. Letting his hands get a mind of their own. "I'm glad I did baby." I kiss him with a slight playful touch though I wanted to get out of the place. I needed to get home before he dose anything else to me I will want more of. Fuckin whore, I should kill him for this; I got what I wanted and deserve some type of payback for touching my body.
"Sexy babe, I definitely need your phone number." I hear him gasp out from my kiss. "I hope you do house calls." I hear him say with laughter in his voice. Fucker how dare he call me a whore! I am no damn slut! I look him into his eyes while he feels up my chest once more. "What's the matter, huh?" I look over for a clock to see exactly what time it was in the day. My eyes froze on an object on his nightstand only a few feet away from where I lay. My heart fell cold as well as my body. It was a gun, a dark, shiny, black gun. "Hey you alright? Something wrong?" I hear that voice once more. I get up off him in a mere second from seeing that weapon near him.
"Oh fuck no you aren't killing my ass!" I scream at him holding sheets to my cold body, trying also to keep my modesty.
"What the hell are you talking about babe?!" I see his face get confused and then smile slightly. Was this bastard here to kill me, or wanting to?
"That fuckin thing is loaded isn't it!?" I clutch the sheet harder to my frame, noticing how frail I must look.
"Oh my gun! That is what you are talking about. No it's not loaded sweetie!" He reaches for it quickly. As soon as I see his body turning to grab it, I run. I run out and down the long hallway thinking about how I could get away form that demented fucker! Who would kill someone like me!
"Trunks! Wait do not run like that, I am being honest! It's not loaded!" I hear him call out from behind me as I run for the front door.
"You're lying!" I fumble for the doorknob. "Trunks please look at me!" I turn around to see him put the pistol inside his mouth with it seemingly loaded. "What the hell are you doing!?" I scream out seeing him walk up to me with it inside his mouth hands down to his sides.
"Pull the trigger Trunks!" He said around the barrel, pulling my hand up to the grip. I snicker in my mind; he thinks this will make me believe him. I nod with a smile and grip the handle pulling the trigger. His eyes close slowly, those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes I've fallen for. Fuckin hell what is wrong with me!? Kill his ass Trunks, pull it damn it! Snap
My eyes widen at the sound, it was not a bang or a boom. It was a snap, a small snap. I focused on him in front of me. He was not bloody, or gagging of any sort of being shot. My heart skipped a beat nearly when his eyes opened. I want to kiss him so badly, I want to make love to him again…He is so sweet to me. What the hell!
"See baby, it wasn't loaded at all of what you thought." I feel his arms wrap around me and the gun dropped from his mouth to the floor with a loud thump on the soft carpet. "It's not loaded…" I sighed with relief from the stress I had got from the whole damn ordeal.
"No, it's not. You know what that gun is for?" He kisses my up one of my cheeks; funny they feel wet all of the sudden. Surely I am not crying, have not done that in years. I did not bother answering, knowing he would say it anyhow.
"It's for my job I do; I'm a FBI detective baby boy." He whispers into my ear. "I understand now why you're so afraid of this gun. You must know about man that kills men like you after sex huh?" "You're a detective!?" Holly fuck, I am in some deep shit, this guy's part of the FBI! Shit he is talking about me! "Don't worry; I'm on that case to catch that demented killer." He kisses me on lips sweetly. "When I get a hold of him I'll kill his ass if I get the chance to." I see his face full of compassion and concern for me.
"Have you had an encounter with this fucker?" I see him give me a serious look more or less for a victim of a crime. No Goten I am the killer you are after, you think I would fuck myself and then kill myself? Hell, no you nut case.
"I've heard of him, and a load of my friends warned me to watch out for him. He always looks for the sexual men. I heard he brutally kills his partners after a blissful sack session and leaves no evidence. Burning the house up after he leaves." I say as a small speech of some sort to sound like I had heard of it a lot.
"You acted though you've had a gun pulled on you after a 'ahem' going to town and back with a man?" He feels up and down my now cold bare back. I drop the sheet to expose my self fully to him. His gaze went to my body slowly, looking at all of me, seeing my tattoos slowly running up my hips like black lighting slashing on my tan skin. It was a mark of my past that not many of my bedmates actually see. I usually keep my pants on during sex with them or spray on masks to hide them. "Well I didn't know you had tats Trunks-Chan. Those look quite sexy." He touches them with his warm fingertips, running along the path of the lines of the slashes in black ink beneath my soft cold skin. No one will ever know their meaning, no one needs to know about they got there on my flesh, so deep, so cold, nightmares every night.
"Baby please don't say that." I break; letting him into the doubt, I have inside my mind. My body freezes in its place, I want out of here, away from this wonderful death trap of hell and back to my fake life, I believe I had.
"Why not, what are they for?" His hands rub up and down the length of them going up and down the sides if my thighs running nearly touching my hipbones. My eyes close as I feel some wetness come to my eyes.
"I want to go now; I need to get home now!" I grab the sheet beneath my feet and make my way vastly into his bedroom grabbing my jeans, boxers, and my tank top. I swiftly put them over my cold body.
"Trunks please don't go I'm sorry if I offended you!" I hear the fuckers pleading cry, why dose he want me here any ways? To have me fuck him again? I am not in the mood to fuck this whore now I want out off here.
"Want to go home now." I said a nasty as I felt was needed to let him know I am not interested in him.
"Well at least let me take you home." I heard his saddened voice. My chest hurt as I heard the sadness inside his tone. Fuckin hell, I need to leave now!
I run down the hall into the front door and out slamming the door on my way out. Running down the long driveway leading to a fence that was barbed wired and electric. I slammed my body into the fence, not caring about what happened to me. All I wanted was away from that man, away from this place.
"Trunks stop it your going to hurt your self!" I opened my eyes to look down on the pavement to see blood splattering with every thrust I made.
"GET AWAY FROM ME! OPEN THIS DAMNED DOOR!" I screamed at him pounding my body into the fence once again. Feeling nothing but numbness hitting me with every ounce of force I put into the fence.
I felt arms pull me away from the object of my destruction, holding me fiercely.
"LET ME GO! I DIDN'T HURT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!" "Trunks please stop this! Calm down you're not under any sort of danger!" I pulled away from him slamming myself into the fence one final time and I felt it break under my weight vastly. Flesh hit hard, rough pavement, sliding across it ripping chunks of tan skin away from my body. My head hit with a crack and all went silent to my mind and ears. Black consumed me quickly as I felt strong arms pick me up. Someone help me, I need away from this fucking hell.
"Is he going to be ok?" "No telling for sure right now." "Any thing I can do?" "Yes you can tell me what happened and give me some personal information." "Sure, I can do." "Go meet the nurse out side and ask for paperwork." I felt a warm hand touch my forehead, pushing my hair of my face. I hear voices but I can't see where I am? Who is this person touching me? Better yet, why am I so…blank?
"Oh Trunks I never knew you were sick, if only you told me about your self last week." I hear that ever so familiar voice hit my ears picking up his soft crying, and sniffing. My chest began to fume into a deep flame. Burning inside to my outside torching my flesh over my heart.
"Trunks please wake up, I want to talk to you more, and I want to find out what is wrong with you." I feel something hit my cheek, is he crying? Why he barely knows me, why dose he care so much?
"Trunk I know this is strange but I think I'm falling in love with you, and I don't even know you." I move slightly at his comment and I hear him gasp with joy. I hear him call out my name as I opened my eyes seeing he looked a hell of a lot different from what I saw him as. He looked tired, and wore out from something. Like a super hero about to give up.
"Trunks are you awake?" I hear him whisper low near me.
"Yes I'm awake you ass." I say trying to get up but noticing I was restrained on the bed, I was laying on.
"Wonderful!" I feel his lips hit mine before I had a chance at asking about what was going on.
"Babe what the hell is going on?" I notice my arms are wrapped up thickly and my head was bandaged up.
"You don't remember do you?"
"What?"
"You nearly killed your self trying to get out of my fence around my apartment." My mind then came back to the reason why I was trying to get away. It was him. He was the reason why I was running away in the first place. He is the one who is going to bust my ass for all my killings! Wait…I have killed? Who is this guy again? My head starts to turn upside down.
"I'm scared Goten…" I yelped out, "Please get these straps off my body."
"I'm sorry Tru-Chan I can't let you up from that just yet. Doc orders for you to hold still." "Is my mom here?"
"Yes…"
"Where is she?"
"She's filling out papers." The conversation was sort of blank feelings as we spoke to each other, even though I was scared for some odd reason. My whole body is frozen from lying still for so long. I took a deep breath to try to relax my body to try to go back asleep.
"Trunks you have to tell me about those tattoos." I feel his hand hit the side my pelvis. "What are you talking about?" This man confuses me to much. Fucking whore stop touching me like that! Those tattoos are for me to know not you!
"You know what I'm taking about, those slashes in your hips." Fucker would never understand why they are there, or what their for. "I got them done." I closed my eyes in frustration. He talks too much, I want to leave and go home.
"But you told me you didn't have a choice to get them last time I asked about them." His hand began to warm up a spot on my pelvis. He is starting to get on my nerves, damn whore. He is so sweet to me; I should tell him what the matter with me is. God I wish I could fuck him right now!
He is so cute, and sexy. I am so lucky.
"It's from my past Koi." His eyes widen at my comment of love for him. Damn it, he is so cute. "Just how old are you any ways baby?" His eyes stare into mine like a burning flame. Is this whore calling me old!
"None of your business kid." I scruffily spat, knowing how I really did not look my age. "Aw come on Trunks, tell me please!" "Why so you can call me old?"
"No to find out more about you." "Fine babe, I'm twenty-eight years old." I see his eyes widen slightly and then a smile appeared on his face. "You think that's old? Hell that's pretty good to me, I'm twenty-five." Funny he looked like he was much younger than that.
"Now tell me the real reason why you have those tats." His eyes narrow at me, he really wanted to know I'd tell him. But the son of a bitch will regret it. He will be in pool of blood if I ha my choice.
"Why do you want to know so damn much Goten?" "Because they are the cause of you getting hurt in the first place." He lays his head down on the bedside closing his tired eyes. He looks like he is getting sick, weak, pale. I wish I could move my hand to touch him, make him smile. He is trying to help me so much, trying to get me better. My dear Koibito.
"Look at them more direct and tell me what you see." I said softly, laying my head back as I felt the straps come lose and lifted off my body.
"Are you sure? Don't freak out on me like you did last time, ok?"
"I won't, I trust you won't hurt me." I tried to sound defenseless, so when he starts to look, he will be off guard. I will knock his fucking brains out and get the hell out of here!
"OK, let me move you a little…" He touches my now bare skin, feeling over those damned lines. Those same damn inkblots that named me for who I was, for who made me into today.
"Wow, their more defined and more graphical than when I first saw them. They are gorgeous Trunks."
"Don't tell what they look like, tell what you see!" I yelled out, scaring him a little by my rough attitude.
"Ok, ok, sorry Trunks." He stopped for a second to really look at on of them.
"I see letters, they look like letters! They aren't lighting at all, it's some sort of letters." He began to speak the letters he saw. "T…P …B…100." My body flinched under every letter; he read them clearly and perfectly.
"Good…" I whispered out. Remembering the person that planted that on my hip. Why he placed it one there began to burn my heart once more.
"What the hell dose that mean baby?" His finger traced the fine letters in flowing lines, it began to hurt while he traced. I cringed and whimpered lightly trying to let him know to stop.
"It's a branding tattoo." I let out with a cry, it hurt so much, god I want him dead so bad!
"Branding?! Who did this to you, why?!" He lifted his head from his spot he was laying. "It's from my past Goten, didn't you listen to me?" Fucker he is so dumb, doesn't he get it now? I was a fuckin damn boy toy from some man! I was fuckin fifteen when I lost my virginity to a MAN! My mind began to swirl with every ounce of pain in my heart and soul.
"I don't understand you Trunks; I wasn't in your past! What is so bad in back then?" I feel him touch me. I jerk away from him with a cry.
"Leave me alone goten, you have no clue who I am, or where I'm from, leave me alone you fucking cop!" I slammed my head down on the bars at the top of my bed. "Trunks stop it your hurting yourself again!" I feel detainments pulled on top of my body in a split second. My body began to shake uncontrollably!
"GET OFF ME!!" I feel his hands on me, God not again; please get him away from me!
"Trunks hold!" "What is going on here?" "He woke up and started to freak out doc!" "I think he's having a seizer, get those straps off his body, we need to put him on his side!" "Yes right away!"
My body is so cold, I feel so dizzy. Where am I again? Where is he?
"I'm right here my little boy."
What where?
"Get down on your knees boy!"
Leave me alone you bastard!
"Come here, now don't use that type of language around me you know that. Now I'm going to have to make you bleed."
Please stop! No do not do this to me please I am sorry!
"Oh I will please, I'll please my fucking self you sorry assed kid!"
No, NO!, NOOO!
"YES!! Moan my name baby boy!! YES!"
long scream ……gag
"Fucker scream like that again I'll kill your ass, get on your knees and say my name!!" Arrgnnnhh!
"Oppsie, I guess I made you bleed a bit too much. Oh, well more lube for me. Stay down bitch, and call out my name!"
Never you sick…
"What's that you little boy?" gag
"That is what I thought you stupid boy you."
"Come on girls you can have a crack at it too."
Stop, please!!! Not them!! scream
"You dumb fucker!"
ARRRRHHHHHHHH!!!!
"Holy shit looks like he's having one hell of a dream there."
"Yea, must be a nightmare of some sort, I wonder what he's crying about?"
"I'd try to wake him, so he would stop crying."
"It's upsetting me; it sounds like he's insane."
"Looks like he's calming down on his own."
Warm light hit my eyes, soft cloth lies below my form, something on my forehead.
"Trunks?" I feel something warm next to me calling out my name softly. I feel arms wrap around me gently making my body shiver with a calm and secure feeling.
"You know your really sick, right?" That warm comforting voice, I just want to melt inside these arms, so blissful.
"Maybe my love, maybe." I whispered out.
"Something must have really happened to you when you were younger huh?"
"Yea, very much so."
"You need to talk to me about it ok?"
"There is nothing to talk about." My mind was blank of any emotions besides feeling him against me, holding me the way I have always wanted. What I have never had a chance to feel.
"Tell me why, Tru-Chan?" He runs his hand through my hair softly. My eyes fluttered shut; I love to be petted like this. His hands are so soft; his scent is so intoxicating to my senses.
"It wasn't my fault, I was too young to know…To understand. Too much pain to forgive, to much blood wasted for my past." My body hit a high as he touched me, bringing me to my height of thought, my mind was so clear as if I had never seen daylight in thirteen years.
"What were you to young to understand?"
"The situations I was in, what he did to me."
"What did he do to?"
"My…tattoos show a meaning for what he dose to me." Funny I feel something touching my forehead; it was not a washcloth or bandage. It felt like someone touching me.
"What is it that he'd do to you?"
"He has his way with me, selling me out to others. The tattoos mean I belong to him, it has his club initials written on my left and the right his street name."
I feel so calm, so free; I do not care what I said to him. All that mattered is that he knew more about me. He is my baby, my Koibito, my man.
"What is this mans name baby?"
"His name is of many."
"Tell me what he wanted you to call him."
"He wanted me to call him Boss, or I'd get gangbanged."
"Do you know his real name my love?" "Trice Palace Carson…Big Palace" My memory was so faded so numb, almost like he was looking inside my mind himself.
"Trunks do you know I love you?" "Yes you told me before you were falling for me." "But do you or are you falling for me?" "Yes, I like you very much; you care about me so much." "Have you seen the killer I'm after?" "Yes, I see him every day." "Who is he?" My heart stopped as I felt my body go cold, what in the hell is he asking me? Who dose he think he is? Wait what I did I say?! Shit, did I just say what I thought I said?
"I don't understand." I feel the touch from my forehead go away and my eyes open, seeing him lying next to me with a saddened look on his face.
"You see him every day huh?" "Who?" "The killer I'm after." "I misunderstood what you were asking me." I lied in his face, starring inside his brown eyes, so full of mystery and disbelief. "Oh I see, what did you think I was asking babe?" "See him every day in the news and paper, I don't know him personally." "Good, you scared the shit out of me there for a second." He hugs me close, and kisses me softly on my lips.
"Where am I?" "Your at you house, your mom thought you would do better at home." "I'm glad I'm home finally, I'm starved." I got my body up off the bed from Goten to go see about filling up my stomach.
Goten giggles behind me; I turn around quickly to see why.
"You might want to get dressed sexy, I like to see you but I don't want the whole world knowing how…interesting you are. He coughs lightly, gets up from the bed following up to me. He had cloths on. No wonder it was so damn drafty.
"What the hell were you doing to me?" "What do you mean?" "Touching my forehead like that." "I was just touching you, did that bother you?" "No, just seemed odd." the feeling I had earlier has stopped as soon as that touch had left me. I guess I like to be touched.
My mother and Goten told me I wasn't mentally healthy, they must be fucked up because I'm fine, maybe cops got a grudge against me because I didn't fuck him again. After filling up on a meal I left the house once more to go get something to do. Goten decided to come along with me. Saying he would like to spend the day with me. I planned to take him out to eat anyhow, so I took up the advantage to get that done. Get to know him a little more, maybe get another quick fuck out of him. Get him off my back, and burn some calories with a little sexersice. My body was fine just a bunch of bruises and road rash, I was lucky that the barbed wire was wrapped around the top of the fence and no all of it, also it wasn't on at the time so I didn't end up electrified. Funny my head seems so clear right now, usually I never think this fucking clear. I guess I am having a good day.
"So where are we going baby?" "I'm going to drive you to my past, I'll show you what I came from, and why I am the way I am." My trust in this man began to grow since I had met him. That was the feeling I had inside my body. I know if I hide this any more, I am going to go even more insane than I am.
"You know what Trunks?" "What Koi?" "This also proves your mind needs a little help, you have medication in your blood at this moment." He fumbles his fingers a little and smiles.
"Really? I feel really good, I was wondering why I feel so ….up." So this is why I'm so happy, I'm on happy pills…maybe or something like that." "You're more open with me now." He grabs my hand and kisses it while I drive. "You're so much more handsome when you smile. You know that?" "Thanks, never knew that." I made my way to a familiar neighborhood. With broken down strip bars and prostitutes walking all over the side streets. It was already getting dark outside, around 6:00 P.M. I watched as his eyes scoped out the window looking at the surroundings. I slowed down pointing to a big building. "That's the place baby, watch this." I took of my hooded sweatshirt and took my belt off. "What are you doing?!" He grabbed my arm lightly.
"You want to catch killer's right?" He nodded with a little fright in his eyes. "You will see my boss come for me. Come follow me, you will see what I used to be." I wanted to show him what my past was, who was the one that made me this way, the one that lost my sanity.
I opened the door and immediately people began to run away from me. They knew what I did to them last time I was here.
"Why are they running from you like that?" Goten held onto my arm, almost as if a three year old attached to his mother. "You'll see why, and I want to let you know, you'll catch both your killers in here." I get a pencil out of my pocket, and outline my eyes in jet black. Most men I this club saw me like this last time, and I am going down in style!
"What are you doing again!?" "I'm going back to what I was, just for today, it's pay back time to this fucker!" I screamed out with all the pride I had inside my body. I ran into the big building with him following me close behind calling out my name.
"HOLY SHIT!! Palace's boy is back!!" One man screamed out on the stage pointing to me, I snickered and ran on the stage with him flying off with fear.
"CARSON COME OUT HERE YOU FUCKER!" My body racked with pain and hate as I screamed out. Feeling nothing but insanity as I screamed out for him to come out and face his dead victim. My heart was thumping inside my chest, ready for this final kill, this final time to see the blood I have always wanted to see. I see Goten trying to climb up to the stage were I was standing. Techno music, scent of hot sex, and drugs hit my nose as I stood up there, seeing the place had not changed on bit in the past eight years I had escaped from it. I feel arms wrap around my body quickly and a snicker. "Welcome back baby boy." I turned around from his tight embrace and viewed my nightmare, the hell I had been fighting most of my life. The crowd began to cheer as he looked over to see Goten walking forward towards me. He had an ungodly look on his face, almost as a murderer would have.
"Well did you bring a friend with you as well?" I feel his hands on me again, and I kick at him and back away from him.
"Aw is my little bitch still mad at me?" My insides caught fire as he smiled at me more. Goten walks behind me and rubs my back softly.
"Trunks, please tell me you were bluffing, you don't want to do this. It's too costly!" I turn to him and kiss him lightly on his full lush lips. I feel his soft fingers touch my face as I kissed him. I think I have fallen for this man now. I will deal with that later, now it ass kicking time.
"Is he your lover now?" I see him walk around us like a shark with a dead carcass. My body heated up vastly as he approached me, chains covered his knuckles and wrists. He has tight red leather on his body, surly bad taste in cloths as well. I got right into his face. He looked much older than the last time I had viewed him last time. Dirty fucker, he smells like pot.
"You look more beautiful each time I see you, you know?" He mentions right into my face, what nerve dose he have hitting on me like that. After what he has done to me?! "What the hell is crawled up your ass and died? Go take a fucking bath and get a make over you are disgusting!" Goten walks up next to me and punched the nasty fucker into the wall in a split second.
"Baby!" I see his wild body throwing the most gorgeous positions I would ever dream of. That nasty fucker was bloodied up quite quickly as my man took hell to him.
"TAKE THAT YOU MESSED UP BASTARD!" He kicked him into the crowd that was watching the whole thing.
"Let's get out of here Trunks!" He ran to me grabbing my hand and ran out of the building quickly. I got inside my car and sped out down the street. Goten was laughing his ass off as we headed to the freeway.
"Man did you see that fuckers face!?" He yelped out with laughter.
"What face? Looks more to me like a hole to me." I cracked out as we managed to pull into a small restaurant. I put my hoodie back on before we walked inside. I began to think about what we just did back there. My baby was a cop! He just beat Carson's ass! This is a bad assed cop! Oh, I love him, I know I do.
"You know what?" "I know a lot of things but yea sure inspire me to think, what?" I hear him respond to me sarcastically. He looked so cute, so handsome, and so sexy! He began to show signs of wildness; I wonder how wild I can get him? "Baby you turn me on so bad, you're so sexy." I sad aloud to him as the waiter walked up to our table.
"Thanks Tru-Chan, you too." "May I take your orders?" I see the waiter with a disgusted look on his face. Motherfucker had better not disgrace my baby.
"Yea sure guy, we both want rice with a number twenty-three." I said as masculine as possible for the homophobic freak, he had more earrings than brain cells I could see that much. Oh wait he has none, oh well.
"Yes right away sir would you like anything else?" He said with a slight frown in his voice. "No, that's it." I hear my babe's voice speak up, I watch as he walks away with his body as stiff as ever.
"That fucking punk better watch it. He needs an attitude adjustment." I said plainly, turning in my seat to face my obsession. He still looked tired like out from the hospital. I wonder what is eating him.
"Goten you look so damn tired, you want to go back home and take a cat nap?" I stuck my tongue out to look cute. He looked up at me and tilted his head almost as if he was thinking of something serious. "Maybe after a scope of the town, I still want to dance with you more." I feel his foot run up the side of my leg slowly. My cheeks began to get hot fro some odd reason, was I embarrassed? "Awe you too cute!" He giggles lightly and moves his hand over mine. My body was getting hotter by the second with every wonderful touch or feeling he made me get. His fingertips were so soft against my skin, hair standing up on end. I cannot wait to be alone with him again.
Shortly after waiting so long, our meals were given to us by another waiter. She was one of many women that knew who I was. She smiled and winked at me, swinging her hips as she walked off. Goten looked at me suspiciously and gave an annoyed sigh. I rolled my eyes trying to blow it off, bitch better stop doing that, I hate women like that!
"Who was that Trunks?" "Just a chick I danced for one time, she thought I had the hots for her." I said eating my food slowly, noticing he was eating like a bird. His face was very pale, almost deathly like.
"Babe are you ok?" I asked gently, leaning forward to look him in his eyes more sternly.
"Yes, you asked me that already." He said with a whisper. "I'm fine, I just wanting to dance with your ass." He kicked my shin harshly, and crossed his arms across his chest like a toddler.
"Ouch, what was that for?" My leg thumped lightly from his attack.
"You never told me you danced for people…You perverted male dancer." He paused "You need to dance for me, personally." "That's why you're upset? I'm sorry baby; I'll dance for you anytime you want." Leaning forward, I kiss him on the tip of his nose.
"I'm glad to hear that. Now let's hurry up so I can go dance with you." I bean to talk about all the friends I had had, how messed up their lives got from women, some men.
"I was all on the floor on my back! He fell down the stair case any ways! I was like, good job ass wipe. Later on he found out he broke his arm on his fall." I told him about some of the dancers I had worked with. I nearly had Goten rolling on the floor of the restaurant. I was glad the place was a talkative area, every one else was being just as loud as us.
"Man, talk about messed up! No wonder you are the way you are!" He bursts out in a fit of laughter. I smile as he rubs his eyes, he's so cute. We had finished our meal earlier on in the conversation. I paid the bill and we left still chatting away like old friends.
My head began to hurt slightly as soon as we got I the car, my stomach turned over. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm fucking getting hooked on a cop! This fucker probably knows what I've done, he's just waiting for me to say it so he can blow my brains out. I look over at him and watch as he drives to or destination. He had the largest grin on his face as I felt the car turn. He must be pulling into that dance club he wanted me to go to. Slut, wants more sex.
"Were here Mr. Sexy, get ready to flip, Japans hottest men and women dance here." Before I pulled my seat belt off the bitch opened the door for me. How sweet of him to care sop much about me.
"I guess I'll flip then." Watch these damn man whores and bitches be butt assed ugly and give me nightmares.
"Another reason why I like this place is they play hard Techno beats, perfect to grind to." "Sounds like fun…" I follow him up to a tall huge man at a door on the building.
"Hold on a second kid, who is your friend?" The thing called out, he's so nasty looking! Yep going to have nightmares tonight.
"This is my new boyfriend, like him?" He shows me off to this creature, how disgracing!
"Wow, you messing with high blood there boy." What the hell? He talks like I'm some type of animal.
"What do you mean?" I see my loves head tilt slightly.
"That boy belongs to Palace! Your ass will get reamed if he finds out your dating him." He looks at me like a dog. What now I have dog tags?
"I know but that was so long ago you know?" "I know but he came past here a few hours ago looking for you." He points to me, like a criminal done wrong. "I don't want any thing to do with the fucker!" I yell out at the ape.
"I figured, must have got beat or something because he didn't look to healthy." "Well I'm freezing, can we go inside now?" I hear Goten whimper out, trying to sound weak.
"Sure, but it's your ass if he comes back."
In the clouds, All the gray, I'll stay,
If you go away,
Concrete tall as the sky, Movement passing me by, When you blush, What a rush, A reminisce, Cold crush, Next door, Ear to the wall,
Wait for touch or wait for the call, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I wish it was all that easy To Be continued