Chapter three: Weakness
Thalia woke up, laying on top of someone, her first thought was oh crap, I slept with someone. But when Thalia looked down on the smaller figure she was a tangled mess on, it was only Bianca, which made Thalia sigh in relief, she didn't need another child to worry about. Even thought if you think about it, Bianca was like a child.
For the first time, Thalia truly got to examine Bianca. Her at the moment, scattered chocolate brown hair that had waves that rolled into curls the closer you got to the bottom of her head with her medium length hair.
Her eyes were closed for now but she remembered the coffee brown eyes that sparkled with such fierce emotion of love and care, the light that drained from Thalia's eyes years ago.
Now Bianca's facial features were elf-ish like, slightly pointed ears and an upturned nose, freckles that thickly dotted her face, dusted with pink from her rosy cheeks.
Bianca had a tight grip on Thalia, even when unconscious.
Bianca's small yet lengthy—at least for her hand—fingers were curled up around Thalia's mop of hair that was knot infested. She never took care of her hair. That's why she cut it short honestly, long hair was too difficult to manage.
Bianca's face was finally calm, Thalia could no longer for the moment see Bianca's eyes filled with flooding emotions.
Thalia just stayed on top of Bianca, for warmth of course. Thalia never felt comfortable cuddling with anyone but her Mayah Rose. And this was not she.
Then the memories from last night came flooding back to her, and she chocked down a sob, she didn't want to wake up Bianca before needed.
It was currently three am and they didn't need to be awake for breakfast until four-thirty.
Thalia tried to carefully slip out of Bianca's arms but Bianca's grip just tightened around the older girl's waist.
"Don't go" she mumbled. Thalia froze at her words, not because she was shocked or embarrassed, but because she had just woken up her companion.
"I won't" Thalia mumbled. "Good" Bianca said, before drifting off back to sleep.
Unfortunately, the hour past so quickly that it was time for breakfast in no time.
Thalia shook Bianca slightly "Bianca . . . Bianca, wake up."
Thalia's companion groaned and leaned up, with difficult, since Thalia was straddled on top of Bianca's torso.
The brown-haired girl already felt the red going to her cheeks as she glanced into Thalia's eyes and then trailed her glaze down to their torsos.
"Oh . . ." Thalia mumbled, getting off of Bianca and standing up, stretching, cracking her fingers and back.
Bianca sat up fully, yawning slightly, she looked at Thalia. "What time is is?" She asked. "Four-thirty, breakfast" Thalia claimed.
"Geez, that early" Bianca mumbled. Thalia simply nodded. Waiting for the police to come and pick them up.
It took another five minutes but they finally arrived. Bringing the two girls down to the cafeteria.
Thalia looked around the room, her eyes landing upon a group of men, in a corner, surrounding each other.
The police didn't even bother to break it up.
Thalia knew that was bad news, the last time she approached those group of men, bad things go down.
Unfortunately, Bianca was oblivious. Thalia noticed Bianca side-glancing at the men, curiosity flooding her eyes.
Bianca started wandering off closer to the men.
Thalia was about to shout to Bianca but stopped herself, she didn't want to get targeted or even noticed. Especially not by him that was his group.
Thalia would know, she was apart of their group before, the only female there, because the other females were smarter and avoided them.
Thalia instead quietly followed Bianca, her eyes darting around as Bianca approached the men and one of them turned to face her, a younger man, about in his early thirties, his name was Dwight, at least from what Thalia remembered.
"Well, Miss, what's a young pretty lady like you doing in an ugly place like this?" Asked Dwight. Bianca was obviously intimated, because she squeaked her answer, "I was caught by police, I was trespassing and someone was egging an house, and I was convicted as a bystander.
"Now, that's not rig—" "Dwight, Dwight, she's obviously scared, leave her alone." It was his voice.
A boy moved through the crowed and looked at Bianca, smirking. "Now, little miss, what's your name?" He asked. "Bianca . . ." Bianca mumbled.
"Ah, what a pretty name." He complimented. Grabbing her hand and sliding a finger down her arm.
That's when I spoke up.
"Luke, let go of her arm or I'll personally give you another scar!" Thalia snapped, pushing men out of the way to get to Bianca.
"Thalia . . ." Luke purred, letting go of Bianca and dragged his finger down his scar that was slit down his face. It made him look tough, but Thalia was the one who gave that to him. And in these parts, if even a scratch was given to you by a girl, you were nothing but a lady yourself. Fragile, thin-skinned, all those other thing that they said about the female sex.
"What do you want?" Thalia asked him. He was her Jail-fling boyfriend. "I just want to talk" he said.
Thalia squared my shoulders, tensing, not letting her guard down, but Thalia said "continue."
Luke sighed "it's been a while, don't you think it's time me continue our old . . . actions?" He drawled.
She shook her head. "No way in hell!" I hissed. "Do you not know what it was like, being sick. Beaten. Almost having an miscarriage. Worst of all, birth, alone, in a cell. And then you leave!" Thalia had to admit, those words weakened her, it wasn't everyday she admitted these thing.
Besides. That triggered her memories.
Thalia eye's flashed angry as they cuffed her up again. Do you know how difficult it is to breastfeed with cuffs locked onto you?
The baby gurgled, giggled soon starting to cry from hunger. Thalia frowned but then put on a warm smile.
"Shh, it's okay, baby" she said quietly. Trying her best to rock her . . . her, her Mayah Rose. That had a nice ring to it. The baby soon gotten enough to eat that she was back to giggling and playing with Thalia's chain obliviously.
Yet Thalia couldn't help but smile at her young child. The pain that her Mayah Rose just caused her couldn't compare to the love that was inflicting her chest at the moment.
The baby had fallen asleep after an hour and the police tried to take her Mayah Rose away from Thalia.
"No!" Thalia said angrily as they took Mayah Rose out of Thalia's arms. But it was no use, her baby girl was gone.
Luke frowned "just once . . ." Luke said, his hand reaching out to my thigh. Yet before she could slap it away, Thalia was half-way under his trance. She had desires, and it was getting more difficult, Thalia was suffocating in wants and desires. It was Bianca who defended her, surprisingly.
She hit his hand. "Leave her the hell alone".
Luke actually looked surprised and that's then Thalia came back to her senses. Thalia swore and backed up, stiffening again.
"Now, now Bianca, Thalia was going to—".
"I don't care what Thalia was about to do. Come on Thalia" Bianca said, grabbing the other girl's wrist.
Thalia stared at Bianca, the sudden out-burst didn't seem like her. Yet she let the nineteen year old pull her along. Away from the men.
When they got a safe distance, Bianca pulled Thalia up against the wall.
"What was that?" Bianca asked, "why, why would you fall for something so stupid?"
"Well I'm sorry Bianca, it's not everyday that you're a fucking lesbian and don't feel attractions to boys!"
"I'm not a lesbian!" Bianca insisted. Pushing Thalia again.
Bianca frankly didn't know why she was so offended, she may or may not of been a lesbian and she supposed it was just Thalia finding out her secret that bothered her.
Thalia was having none of Bianca's lies, being a bisexual, she could obviously tell when a female was lying. She had her share of girlfriends like Bianca before.
The black-haired girl crossed her arms and smirked, similar to Luke's. "Oh really, then if you aren't, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I ran back to Luke."
Bianca frowned and her face went red, "shut up" she mumbled.
"What was that?" Asked Thalia. "I said shut up, Thalia, listen sometimes and maybe you won't have such a problem getting around on your own!"
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?!" Thalia asked. She tried to level her voice but it didn't work. It wasn't everyday Thalia got stood up to. Heck, this is the first time she could remember someone holding their ground against her.
Thalia was the panther, Bianca was the prey; usually at least. But this time, they were more even than not. Thalia may be a panther, she always would, yet Bianca was now a cheetah, more than you'd think.
"What I mean," Bianca's voice went deadly quiet, "is that you need to learn when to say things, or you'll end up on the other end of the gun."
Bianca's words didn't scared Thalia, but the eclectic-eyed girl knew that Bianca was more right than Thalia wanted to admit.
~•~
The following day, both females were still not in the best mood with each other. Normally, at nights they would sleep in the same bed for warmth but this time, Bianca was left to shiver on the cold floor yet again because Thalia always won. No matter how equal they seemed, Thalia was always one step ahead.
Bianca had anxiety. Nobody knew, but she was having a small panic attack in her head. She was highly dependent. Unlike Thalia, she was only able to run off of what others did, she couldn't start her own conversations. She couldn't even make her own money if it wasn't for her brother encouraging her to strive on.
Talking about her brother, he is suppose to visit in two days, which brought Bianca slight more comfort. But it was hard to smile when you were cast off to sleep on the floor because your jerk of a fri—companion didn't let you into the warmth of her arms.
And what was worst is even if Thalia didn't feel the same way, Bianca felt comfort in the other girl's arms, like she belonged there. Frankly, she had daydreams of the pair, and less liked dreams in her sleep of intercourse between the two. But in her living thoughts, she hadn't really found herself checking out Thalia, at least not much.
Of corse she noticed small aspects about the other but never looked at the more closed-off parts of the body. In all reality, of Bianca was being completely honest, she did find Thalia sexy, but would she ever act on those feelings? No.
She couldn't. It would be wrong. She didn't want to be judged by her companion.
Besides, she wasn't her brother. Her brother was homosexual as well, yet he had a happy relationship with another boy by the name of Percy for about two years.
Bianca sighed and fiddled with her hair, waiting for the police to go and pick up the pair for breakfast.
This time Bianca steered clear for the men and sat down away from Thalia, not bothering to eat what they put on her plate. It looked disgusting, and honestly, it probably was, but Bianca wasn't brave enough to find out.
Bianca glanced at Thalia, whom was just poking at her dish with her fork. Thalia's electric-eyes met Bianca's coffee ones and Bianca quickly looked away, yet she felt Thalia's eyes rest on her features and didn't leave.
That made Bianca uncomfortable.
The younger girl had to resist the urge to look back once more. Bianca shuffled awkwardly and got up, walking away.
As she walk walking someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She just suspected it was Thalia, but when she turned to tell her to go away, it was a handsome boy, around her age.
He had a messy head fully of brown hair and vibrant blue eyes, with a strong jaw and a scar on his neck. He had light facial hair and Bianca couldn't help but feel lightly attracted.
So maybe Bianca fell on the scale of bisexual a little.
"Excuse me miss, I'm sorry to bother you, but you may not want to go that way" he warned.
"Uh . . . Who are you?" Bianca asked.
"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Alex Juttison" he greeted. "And who are you?" He asked politely.
"I'm Bianca di Angelo" Bianca said quietly.
"Well, miss di Angelo, you shouldn't be heading there, Luke's gang is bad news. I would know." He said.
Bianca nodded "I know, I met them" she claimed simply.
The man looked genuinely surprised with Bianca's reply, I guess she didn't come off of being one of the females who visited Luke, she probably got played with and cast away, at least that's what Alex assumed.
"There's many bad people here miss di Angelo. But I am assure you that I'm not one of them. You seem to need some help getting the hang of jail. If you want. I can show you?"
Bianca nodded, "I would like that." The girl knew it was stupid to put her trust in a stranger—that was in jail none of the less—and have him show her around, hand in hand.
Bianca had to admit, she was already falling for Alex, she didn't know whether it was his dapper looks or his candy-sweet attitude, but something just made Bianca's heart flutter when Alex talked to her.
She knew she shouldn't fall for him, and she knew it was a bad choice, but she couldn't help herself.
But there was more to the man, he seemed familiar to Bianca, even his name ring a bell, but when she tried to think of anything about him, nothing bad came into her mind, so she trusted him.
He walked around with her, talking, joking, laughing. Everything was going well for the two, which honestly, Bianca didn't expect, but Bianca couldn't said it was quite a bad thing.
They sat talking about themselves. Supposedly Alex was twenty, his usual occupation—before he went to jail of course—was a Clark. He had two sisters, his dad is dead. His favorite band is Panic! At The Disco. He was leaving in two days. And he was single.
Bianca exchanged the same type of information to the man, gaining his trust pretty quickly.
Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for Thalia.
She was just sitting, playing with her food because she frankly had nothing else to do. The only person she came slightly close to being friends with in jail was away talking to the first hot man she saw.
That pissed Thalia off and she didn't even know why. It just did. Thalia had to admit, she did have small attraction to the female, maybe she was jealous—envious even.
Was that bad? To be envious of something that wasn't even close to you? But in a way, Bianca di Angelo was close to Thalia, she befriended Thalia when not many others did, and Thalia—even if she wouldn't appreciate it out loud, she was highly grateful for that.
And Bianca stayed with her, stood up for up, at least up until now. And for some odd reason Thalia never felt so alone.
I mean when you know your brother's dead and possibly your child, and the one person who talks to you without trying to lure you into a trap left, it actually hurts like hell if Thalia was to be honest.
Quickly thought it was time to return to the cell, Thalia said nothing to Bianca, angry at the younger girl.
Either way Bianca made no effort to speak to Thalia so I don't matter anyway.
Thalia sat down on the bed and silently stared out the cell, but she was tired, so she curled up and slowly fell asleep.
"Thalia!" Came a voice filled with terror. The voice felt oddly familiar and so she chased it.
Running, running, running.
Yet she was fast enough. It was a blur of color when it happened, Thalia couldn't quite grasp what was happening.
It seemed to be the streets of Manhattan, it was dark, the only luster was the lights that shined threw dirty windows of skyscrapers that stood in large clusters like an over populated tank of animals. But I mean, that's what Americans are—animals.
Dirty, filthy, greedy. Yet there was some, some that were like wolves, they hunted together, lived together, cared for one another, extraordinary loyal, even if there is a rouge or two.
Then there's the lions and lioness, the lions making the lioness hunt and breed, yet they lived with one another and without each other they'd fall apart and die before they could spread their blood to keep the species living on.
Yet when Thalia looked around she saw a monster that was called human and a vulnerable girl who could do nothing more than coward in the presence of the beast.
Thalia couldn't make out much but she saw a blood stained knife and that business end, the tip of the knife pointed at the girl. She was small and looked fragile, carrying.
Thalia couldn't make out who they were, so she ran closer, that's when she saw it, the man, he trusted out his hand.
Thalia reached the girl in time but took the impact, she felt pain, then numbness in her arm, then blood. It gushed down her arm, leaving a puddle next to her.
Her breathing became unstable but all she did was grab the other's hand and ran. The girl didn't look like anyone familiar, she was older, maybe about 22, long-ish hair that was brown. She couldn't make out the eyes clearly because her vision blurred so she didn't dwell on it, she just ran.
Her breathing because more labored as she got to a home and skidded inside, the girl behind her. She slammed her wooden door shut.
She heard loud bangs at the door, so she ran once more, and after it felt like it a thousand seconds past before she reached the phone, she dialed a number, but she couldn't make out the numbers.
Then she heard the door smash open, and a loud shriek. Footsteps, storming thought the halls.
Then, Thalia turn and—