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Like Petals From A Rose
Chapter Three
Truth
I saw his crimson eyes searching between me, Trish and Leslie, and finally I composed myself and stepped out from between them, shooting him a less then friendly look.
"Ya, what do you want?" I asked, challenging him with my eyes. His asking for my alias wasn't a mere coincidence, and I had the sneaking suspicion that it had to do with my mistake earlier.
Goddamn the little bastard for messing with things that didn't concern him.
"Get in." He demanded, and I sighed, waving goodbye to my 'friends' as I stepped into the car and plopped into the drivers seat. A few moments of tension-filled silence came before he pulled over, and parked the car. It was only then I dared speak.
"So what do you want?" I asked in a false cheery voice.
"Sekka, I know it's you." He answered swiftly, making my blood run cold. Kuso! "You don't have to hide." Glaring as heavily as humanly possible I reached to my head and pulled off the blond wig, letting my dark brown hair tumble over my shoulders to my mid-back.
I sighed.
Looks like it was time for business as usual.
Without hesitation I leaned over to him, letting my tongue tease the skin of his neck. At least he was good looking for a change.
"What are you doing?" He asked, seemingly confused by my behavior.
Fucking dumbass.
You don't pick up a whore to take them for a cruise, you pick them up for sex. What the hell was with this guy? Didn't he have a clue about the real world at all?
"This is what you want, ne?" I murmured against his neck before his arm came out and pushed me away from him. My back hit the window, sending a dull pain through my body, but I ignored it. I was more confused to worry myself about something like pain.
"What are you doing?" He repeated, his stern eyes raking over my form. But it wasn't the rake that most men gave me, undressing me with their eyes, it was something different from that, but I didn't know how. I just simply knew.
"My job." I spat out coldly. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing you fucking dumbass?" He didn't get mad like I expected, just simply ignored what I had said, instead occupying himself with sifting the gears in the car and pulling away from the side of the road. "Where are you taking me!?" I demanded, ad as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared.
"Home." He replied simply, making me grit my teeth in frustration. Couldn't I get a damned straight answer for once?
"I have a home already."
"I know that." He answered. "But I also know that I if I drop you off there, you'll just go back to selling yourself that minute I leave."
"Uh, ya, pretty much." I answered sarcastically. "And last time I checked, it was MY fucking choice, now let me out!"
"Is it really your choice?" He asked softly, his eyes softening so that that part of them that I had only seen when I got out of the car with Tristan - the same that made me believe that was in just as much as pain as I was somewhere inside. "Or are you forced?"
"Look, hotshot." I snapped. "No-one's forcing me onto the streets, I go on my own, alright. So why don't you mind your own business, and leave me the hell alone. Besides, isn't there some social law against talking to me?"
"There probably is." He responded. "But at the moment, that doesn't concern me. What concerns me is why your out there selling yourself like that. It's obvious that you don't like it, so why?"
"Why? Here's a why question." A shot back heatedly. "Why aren't you picking up the other two that I was with huh? Why me? Because you pity me? Well pity them, I don't need it!"
"Because I see you everyday." He returned quietly. "I was there when you had a puddle of blood under your arm in the cafeteria, I see that look in your eyes Sekka. You hate the world for some reason or another, and I have a good idea why. You may not be forced on the streets by an outside force, but you are forced." Maybe in another place, at another time long in the past I might have listened to him, take his, do I dare call it kindness? No, I think not. What about concern? Yes, I'll call it that. Take his concern for what it was worth, but now, I was too scarred, too weather beaten to take anything from any man, other then money for my body.
And I hated that fact, hated the fact that he still haunted me, even now. He wouldn't let me trust anyone like I had trusted him, like I had loved him.
No, I wouldn't let anyone in, even if they know who I was and what I was.
Not again, never.
"Oh great." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. "A fucking stalker."
"Sekka listen to me." He began. "Women shouldn't be treated this way, by anyone. They shouldn't have to do what your doing. I want to help you if you would just-" At this, all of what was left of my resolve left me, and I couldn't stop myself from what I said next.
"Listen! I don't need your help, nor want your help. If your looking for some whimpering pathetic little doll that will cry in your arms, go to Tea!" I yelled before taking a breath and continuing my tirade. "Because I won't. I won't let you save me, because I can't be! Now go home, and forget you ever met me, forget whatever you've seen or heard about me, and let me live my life! Don't ever come near me again, you got that, DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!" Without waiting for a response I turned my back to him and threw the car door open. The road whipped below me, and I turned back to give him one more heartfelt glare before jumping.
Stupid as it may have been, it seemed the only way that I was going to escape him at the moment.
I hit the cement and let out a cry of pain as I felt the rubble pierce my palms and leave scratches on my arms and legs, but it was worth it in my mind. Picking myself up I quickly removed my high heels, as it would make it incredibly hard to run without breaking my ankle, and ran as fast I could.
I didn't have to look back to know that he had stopped the car and was trying to catch me.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Why couldn't the world just leave me too live my life? Hadn't it done enough to me already?
I stumbled and nearly went down, but caught myself and plunged on. I could hear his shouts behind me, only making me more frantic to get away. I pushed through the streets, not caring if I ran into people at the moment. Some cursed at me, others just glared, but they were a blur.
I don't know how I ran, pushing and shoving through the bustling streets of Tokyo city, but finally I figured that I had lost him, as I couldn't hear his shouts any longer. Ducking into an alley I leaned against the wall, every last once of energy I possessed gone.
I couldn't even hold myself up anymore, and slumped to the ground.
It was stupid to have run, and I knew that. My body didn't have good nutrition, nor enough carbs or calories to sustain me well, and I didn't have a lot of energy to begin with.
I slammed my hand against the wall a berated myself for my stupidity, for my mistakes, and most of all, for being born.
I wasn't meant for this world, and never had been.
My palms stung from the cuts on them, as well as my limbs, but I didn't care at the moment.
I was too tired to care about anything, least of all the fact that I was hungry, and cold, and in pain. I closed my eyes and ignored the cool feeling of the stone that I leaned on.
The bustling of the streets filled my ears, but it seemed distant and far away into another world all together, and the last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me was an image of Yami's face and his eyes that made me wonder if maybe I had been wrong about him from the start.
(A/N: I was going to end it there, but I would have been less then three pages and you people deserve way more then that, so I decided to make it longer )
Birds.
Birds singing.
And what was this strange warmth on my eyes?
And this light?
Where was I?
Slowly my eyes opened, and instantly my hands flew up to shield my eyes from the bright sun. I blinked, wondering why I was on the streets before last nights events came flooding back to me, and I groaned before the smell of food made me look down.
There was a plate of pancakes and a coffee from a nearby diner placed beside me, and instantly I felt a pang of anger.
What the hell did these people think I was? A fucking homeless? But then again, people that have a home don't usually sleep in an alley.
I glared down at the food, my hunger battling against my pride. It was obvious which won and I eagerly scooped up the food, shoveling it into my mouth as if I had eaten in days, and drank the now lukewarm coffee with just as much zeal.
Swallowing down my last mouthful of pancake, washing it down with a hearty sip of coffee, I stood up and took in my surroundings, trying to figure out where I was. When I had been running, I hadn't exactly stopped to think where I was going.
After a few moments I stepped onto the streets and began walking in what I hoped was the right direction, the food haven gave me new energy.
Some of the people I passed gave me odd looks, no doubt from the whorish clothing I wore, some passerby's yelled insults out their car windows, and some just plain pretended I didn't exist, but none of that mattered to me.
What mattered was that I got home and changed into something appropriate and got my ass to school.
School.
Fear filled me at the thought as I ran up the stairs of the apartment building two at a time, and entered my apartment.
Yami would be there, no doubt, and I didn't exactly want to go, but what other choice did I have?
If I stayed home, that would create more rumors, and make me fall further behind then I already was, which was far. Groaning I stripped off my clothes and glanced in the full length mirror of my bathroom. I gazed at myself for a moment, taking in my appearance that told me just how much pain I was actually in.
My ribcage stuck out drastically, so that you could see every last one, the skin under my eyes was translucent, and my arms were covered with scars and new cuts alike.
My eyes traveled up my shoulder where my hand blocked the scar that I knew would be there, and unconsciously, my grip tightened.
I didn't even notice until I felt something warm trail down my collarbone. I pulled my hand back and discovered that there were thin trails of blood running from half moon cuts where my nails had dug into my flesh.
Turning away from the mirror I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water in rivulets over my skin. I suppose the shower was meant to relax me, but for some reason it didn't. My mind was back in the mirror, to my hand gripping over what I had refused to look at for years, afraid that if I did, the memories of how I had earned that scar would return as strongly as ever.
He may have left his physical mark on me, but I, couldn't, wouldn't let him back into my soul.
Stepping out from under the shower head I stepped out of the shower and dressed myself in what I called my school clothes that actually covered my -in opinion- ugly body instead of flaunting it like the slut I was.
My way to school was slow, with me trying to draw out the moment I would have to go in for as long as I could, but sadly, I couldn't prolong it forever.
School was already in session obviously, but I still made it time for second period, which surprised me, seeing as I never made it time for second.
Walking into the class I slumped into my seat at the back and tried to focus on the lesson being given, as hard as it was when all my mind wanted to do was relive my pain for me, but somehow I made it into lunch with yelling at anyone, which was a nice change of pace.
As usual, I didn't eat lunch, but I was full from this mornings charity, so for once I wasn't being tortured by the smells of food. Instead I occupied my time with writing as I usually did. It was this way I got out most of my anger, hate, fear, doubt and loathing.
But despite that, I still felt the strong need to cut on most days - even good ones.
The bell rang, or must have, but I didn't hear it, I was so absorbed in my own world. It wasn't until I noticed the odd silence in the cafeteria that I realized I was late. Sighing I sat up and hurried to my locker to gather my things for art.
I didn't even hear the approaching footsteps until a arm shot out beside my locker. I closed my eyes, mentally raying for some kind of strength as I opened them again. I didn't even need to look up to know that it was Yami.
"Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from me?" I snapped, grabbing my art portfolio without looking up at him.
"I can't do that." He answered gruffly. "Not while your out selling your heart."
"Oh don't start with that shit!" I growled, rolling my eyes. "I don't have a heart to sell, besides, if I did, I would have sold it long ago. All they want is my body, so let the little bastards have it."
"Forgive me." I turned around to face him, confused by his last statement, but I didn't see his hand coming towards me until it was too late.
The crack of his hand coming in contact with my cheek filled the silence of the empty hall. I gasped, my hand flying towards my cheek which didn't hurt as much I thought it would, but I was still shocked by his action.
"That hurt didn't it?" He asked, his face firm, but not angry, making me wonder what the hell he had did that for. "Are you surprised Sekka? Looks like your not an object after all. All this talk about your heart and your body, stop talking about yourself like your merchandise! I'm sorry I had to hit you, but you've had worse I'm sure." At this his eyes darkened and he held out his hand.
I took it slowly and he pulled me to my feet before turning away down the hall.
My heart was pounding in my chest and I thought about what he said.
It was true that I had been slapped much worse then the little tap he had given me.
Was I an object? I suppose it was to those men. An object for men to use for their own pleasures, even it hurt me, they didn't care, just plunged on as if I my torso wasn't even there.
I didn't realize had I started crying until I felt the warmth course over my cheeks.
I stopped, catching one of the droplets on my knuckle and stared down at it with amazement.
I hadn't cried in years, since I had been fourteen to be exact. What was wrong with me? Why was I suddenly crying now? It wasn't from the pain that had disappeared seconds after I had felt it.
Then the answer came to me.
I knew he was right - or my heart, the heart that I fought so hard to bury, knew he was right even when I mind didn't want to.
Closing my eyes I let my cheeks which hadn't felt the warmth of tears for ages absorb the droplets falling from my eyelids.
I felt my own lips form the words before I knew they had been said, and they came out I barely more then a cracked whispered.
"Your right."
A/N:
There we go, 5 ½ pages for ya'll. Hope it was up to your standards. I know that I may seem to be going a little slow, but trust me, it's going just the way I want it to for future twists and angst that I have planned for later on what they are, I can't tell you because I wouldn't be fun if I did. evil grin But I hope you'll like it. Anyways, ya'll know the drill, review, review, review! I want to hear your guys thoughts, ideas, and predictions for this fic, they really get me inspired to write! Sometimes if I'm extra inspired, I'll even update earlier then the usually 2 weeks. I would have done it this week, but I didn't get the chapter done until last night so...... ya. Anyways, Ja!