Scourge and Rosy belong to Sega
Ch. 4 Why Do I Bother?
Opening one eye, I looked down at my victim sleeping on my chest. I ran a hand through her hair, stopping at a nerve on her neck. Pinching it, I saw her breathing harden. An evil smirk crept up my lips. Killing her would be easy in this position. I straightened my hand around her neck, the nerve in full vulnerability. Right when I was about to squeeze, her beautiful jade eyes opened. Dammit! The orbs looked up at me, glittering in the sunlight coming through the window. Her plump lips grew a smile. "Hey," her soft voice rang out.
"Morning again beautiful," I replied, my hand rubbing her back. I was so damn close! She rubbed her eyes.
"Are you hungry?" For your death, hell yea!
"I'll cook." Gathering my torso up, I slid my legs off the side of the bed. Her arm tightened around me.
"Are you sure because I can cook?" I shot her a charming smile.
"I've got it, babe. Don't you worry your pretty little head." I hopped out the bed and made my way into the kitchen. My hands fiddled around the spices and sauces, looking for anything poisonous. I found a few mixes that would leave her dead for sure. A nice meal of scrambled eggs and ham seemed pretty nice. Slipping some of the stuff in orange juice wouldn't be so bad either. My mind wandered as I made the food. It especially pondered over that kiss we shared. Her lips were so soft. So smooth and delicate like the inside of a rose. Then again, that is her last name. Ironic. My thoughts took a dirty turn. What would happen if we slept together? Both of us actually willing this time. Would she be good? Where was her weak spot? The last time rang in my mind. A soft sigh escaped my lips.
She had felt so good. So smooth and warm. As much as she hated it, her body sure didn't deny its pleasure. Neither did mine, unfortunately. Now we have Daniel. My hand tightened on the pan. I wanted her again. Before I killed her, I had to have a little fun. But she needed to go along with it. Us "making love" sounded good. "Fucking" her just sounded disgusting. She was took much of an angel to just "fuck". Love was what needed to be made. Biting my lip, I shook off my feelings. Killing her was my plan, not mating with her. Looking to the homemade poison, my lips let out another sigh. I couldn't do it. Not at the moment. After dumping out the contraption and finishing the meal, I spotted her walking into the kitchen. She had put on my shirt from last night overtop her pajamas, making her look sexier than she already was. A smile lit up her face when our eyes met. "Mmm, smells good," her gentle voice complimented.
"Thanks." She picked a piece of ham and stuck it in her mouth. Pure pleasure took over her face. My hormones raced. I wanted to make her feel that way.
"This is so good!"
"Are you actually giving me compliments now?" She rolled her eyes.
"No."
"I ruined it didn't I?"
"Yep." Grabbing a fork, she started to eat the eggs. I watched her, admiring her plump red lips. "Stop staring at me and eat, weirdo." She tossed a fork at me. Reluctantly, I followed her orders. Eating and checking her out were hard to do at the same time. When we were done breakfast, we lounged on the couch.
"What cha doing with my shirt, babe?" Her small shoulders shrugged.
"I was bored."
"Oh." I laid my head down in her lap. She raised an eyebrow. I smirked back, making a small giggle escape her lips. Those sexy lips. Leaning up toward her, my eyes stayed locked on them. Her eyes flashed with surprise and fear. "Can I kiss you," I whispered, my lips inches from hers. With a nod of her head, my lips crushed onto hers. It was a peck at the least but I kissed her again. Another one. Then another one. One of her baby soft hands crept onto my shirtless torso while the other tangled in my hair. I teased her mouth open slowly with my tongue before exploring her mouth, searching for our collision. What a wet and slippery collision it was. Carefully, I eased her down onto the couch before gently moving my body onto hers. My arms were tucked under her back, wrapped around her waist to keep me from touching her the way I wanted to. Hell, if I had my way this shirt would've been off her. But no, I had to take this slow. Biting down on her lip, one of my arms eased out from under her back. Instead, it went right to her ass. Rosy's body tensed up beneath me. That frustrated me. I didn't want her to keep her guard up like this. Squeezing her rum lightly, my lips went down to her neck. Or at least they tried to. Before I had the chance to move, she kissed me again. I squeezed her side and ass harder, making her moan in my mouth. Moving my hand from her ass to her thigh, I absentmindedly contemplated on how to get my shirt off her. After freeing my other hand from her waist, I popped a button of the shirt. Rosy's breathing stopped slightly. I didn't stop. Button after button, I undid until I was about to reveal where her sacred spot was.
"Scourge," she breathed into my mouth. Dammit.
"What?"
"I wanna stop."
"Alright," I sighed, pulling away. Stealing a glance at her body, I saw she was in her lace lingerie under that shirt. I had to pinch myself before I could pounce back on her. My body went back to its side of the couch as Rosy sat up and buttoned up the shirt. Her hand movements were quick and a little clumsy. I could tell she was flustered. A small smile tugged at my lips. So I do charm her.
"Sorry," my little date murmured, blushing furiously.
"Don't sweat it. I understand." Her head whipped toward me.
"You do?"
"Yea. You said last night that you were raped. I know how girls can get after something like that."
"You do?" Her big jade eyes were filled with confusion.
"Yup. My sister went through it."
"Oh. Is she okay?"
"Never better."
"Good. But thanks for understanding." I nodded.
"If you want me to ease up on this stuff than it's fine."
"Really?" Leaning over, I touched her shoulder. She flinched at the slightest but her body relaxed.
"Yea. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." For some stupid reason, I actually meant that. It hurt when she flinched under my touch or shudders under my gaze. My new motives may be brutal but while everything's still getting planned, she might as well warm up to me.
"Oh. Thank you." Her teeth bit down on her lip. "Tell me about your tattoos." She motioned to the black Chinese symbol with rose petals around it on the side of my neck and the two on my each of my wrists.
"This one means War," I said, touching the one on my neck. I held up my left wrist. "Hate." Right wrist. "Love."
"Why did you get those?"
"Because war contains both of those things. I got the war one when I was 13."
"And your parents let you?"
"My cousin's a tattoo artist."
"But your parents-"
"Didn't give a shit."
"Oh. Do you know how to do tattoos?" I nodded. "Think you could give me one someday," she asked innocently with a devious smirk on her face.
"Sure. But it costs 50 bucks. 90 if you want it in color." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Technically I'm giving you a discount." She rolled her eyes.
"You're an ass."
"Hey, I don't give out free tattoos until the third date. If you wanna go out with me again, I mean." Rosy looked into my eyes, shyness overcoming her features.
"I guess I do…"
"Yes or no question babe."
"…Yes…" I pulled her into my lap. As she laid her head on my chest, I wrapped my arms around her. "You're so difficult to understand," she murmured.
"Excuse me?"
"You're so…unpredictable."
"That's just how I am. It's better to keep someone wondering than to let them know your every move."
"I guess. I'm too predictable."
"What do you mean?"
"I got raped. Most girls after that are predicted to be scarred and have trust problems. To have a low self-esteem, to be over protective of themselves, and to not fall in love easily or if at all because they won't let themselves."
"I don't think you're predictable."
"No, you do."
"Do not."
"Do so. I see the frustration in your eyes whenever I flinch or shudder when you touch me. All men aren't the same to me. Most people do change. Even the ones who do the most drastic of things." She just hinted that she knew. Girl's brave.
"Will you let yourself fall for me?" Rosy opened her mouth to speak but shut it again, hesitating. My heart took a sharp sting. Would she let herself? Me myself couldn't help but wonder about what we could be someday. A family. My two sons together. Rosy as my beautiful wife. More children of our own. That sounded so perfect.
"I don't know," she murmured, looking down.
"Well then think about it. Give me an answer when you decide," I replied, easing her off my lap. "I gotta go. Javier's gonna think we 'made babies' if I stay too long. Shirt please?"
"Turn around." I obeyed. She slipped my shirt over my shoulders. I put it on, slipped on my shoes and pecked a kiss at her lips.
"I'll call you later."
"Okay." Kissing her again, I let my true emotions surface in my mind. It pissed me off. After I pulled away, she shot me a smile. All I could pull off was a smirk. A smile was too damn much right now. As I drove home, I couldn't help but be pissed with myself. Such a damn idiot!
"Daddy did you guys make babies," Javier asked when I walked in the door. My frustration faded at the sight of him. He was smiling happily, tugging at my pants as I walked. He reminded me of an excited puppy when I came home sometimes. I picked my son up.
"No."
"Why not? Come on daddy! I'm sick of being an only child!"
"You don't want siblings. Then you won't get all my attention."
"I don't care. I just want to be a big brother like Caden." Oh hell no.
"Dante," I yelled, putting Javier down. Dante and Javiera smiled sheepishly at me from the living room doorway. Caden's wild orange curls fell into his dark green eyes as he smiled widely at me from in front of them.
"Uncle Scourge, did you hear? Momma's having a baby," he said.
"I know," I growled. Being torn like this irritated me. Dante's my best friend so I'm happy he's gonna have another child. But Javiera is my little sister. I don't want her having no damn child.
"Scourge, I know this seems out of place but we waited three years before I got pregnant again," Javiera explained.
"Yea, yea, it just better be Dante's."
"Why wouldn't it be mine," my best friend asked his usual happy high falling into a mixture of anger and confusion. My sister's eyes flashed with hurt.
"It is yours, honey. You're the only guy I sleep with."
"Okay, I don't want to hear that," I piped in, putting my hands up. Having your best friend and sister sleeping together is not a pretty picture in your head.
"Sorry bro," Javiera said. Dante checked his watch.
"Shit, I gotta take the boys to the park. I promised 'em."
"Yay," the two toddlers yelled in unison. They pulled Dante out the house too quick. I at least needed five minutes to figure out how I'm gonna barbecue my sister's ass.
"Don't start okay," she said, annoyed.
"Javiera, I'm just trying to protect both of you."
"Oh yea, how?"
"You sure you don't have any STD's or anything?"
"I'm sure, Scourge, damn. Can't you just trust me?"
"I do trust you. It's that unknown dude you're sleeping around with that I don't trust."
"I'm not sleeping around with him."
"Then what are you doing? Either way, I know you're cheating on my best friend." She shrugged.
"Call it what you want. But I'm having a little fun."
"You're gonna break his heart, Javia," I snapped at her.
"I don't want to be stuck with the same guy for the rest of my life! I am 24, Scourge! I still have my whole life ahead of me!"
"What are you trying to say? That you don't want to spend your life with Dante?"
"I'm saying that I want to experiment with other guys!"
"Oh so you're just going to keep Dante with you while you go out and cheat on him? That's fucked up! I thought Sean and I taught you better than to do that shit!" Yep, me and my brother made our mistakes with our relationships and tried to make sure Javiera didn't do the same.
"I'm not cheating on him! I just want space!"
"Then tell him that!"
"I can't! We have a son together! How is Caden supposed to handle us not being together?"
"He'll get over it! Javier did so why can't he? Stop throwing excuses to stay with Dante! If you don't want to be with him then stop the act! I'm not going to stand around and watch you kill his heart! He's my best friend!"
"Well I'm your sister! You're supposed to have my back!"
"I've had your back since I found out about this douchebag you've been around! But I'm tired of lying for you when I damn well that it's wrong!"
"Then tell him! I don't give a damn anymore!"
"Do you sincerely love him," I asked softly. Her eyes stayed in contact with mine, no hurt flashing through them or anything. Just blank and cold. Like my father's eyes.
"He serves a purpose. There is no such thing as love."
"There is, you just have to let yourself feel it. Dante loves you."
"I know but I'll never return the feeling. He's just not the one for me."
"You're not trying to fight for him. He would do anything for you. He has been infatuated with you since we were all born. Can't you see that? He is the one for you."
"Well I don't see it."
"Javia, be honest with me. Whose baby is in your stomach?"
"His name is Travis. He's not in a gang, he's a year older, and he's a doctor. He takes me on nice dates and buys me nice jewelry and he's so sweet."
"Not that sweet if he knows you have a boyfriend."
"I'm going to break it off when I have the baby. My maternity doctor said it's not good to have stress while in pregnancy."
"Break it off with whom?"
"Dante. I love him like I love you. There's nothing more to that."
"For the love of- WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WAIT THAT LONG!" I was losing my temper. It didn't help I was already pissed at myself but now she's making me want to rip her head off. I knew she wouldn't care what the hell she did to Dante's heart but she did want his support for this pregnancy for whatever reason. It was fucked up. How can she tell him that's his baby when she knows damn well it's not? Dante's gonna be crushed. My own heart couldn't take seeing him depressed when he's so fucking happy all the time but at the same time, as his best friend I did owe him some information. IT doesn't matter if he believes me or not. I gotta tell him.
"Because I fucking have to! You can't tell him!"
"Watch me." I turned but she grabbed my arm, her long nails digging into my skin. "Get the fuck off me."
"If you tell him, I'll kill her for you." My body froze. She couldn't be talking about… "You didn't think I noticed that you're falling in love with her? I'm your sister, Scourge. Reading you comes easy to me."
"I'm not falling for her," I muttered. "It's my job to kill her and I'm gonna kill her."
"When? She's still alive. Dad wants her dead."
"I know he does. Maybe next time we go out. I need her trust before I can do anything too drastic."
"The hell do you need her trust for? Just shoot a bullet in her. It's not that hard."
"My plan involves getting her to trust me. How else will I get my son?"
"This isn't about your son. I know it's not. We were watching while you were at her house. You were going to kill her but you hesitated too long so she woke up. Then the poison which you dumped out. What is wrong with you? She's just a girl."
"She's not just a girl. She's the mother of my first child. I respect her."
"So you respect Fiona as well?"
"A little bit, yea. Just cause we don't get along doesn't mean I still don't have a little respect for her."
"Whatever. Just remember: tell him and your little girlfriend dies."
"Not my girlfriend and I'm going to kill her. But I'm gonna tell him. If you think wasting the longest friendship I've ever had because you wanna be a whore then you're wrong." I shook my arm out her grasp. Daggers were shot from both of us. Sometimes Javiera was so stupid. Smacking some common sense into her sounded so good right now but I had other things to worry about than kicking her ass. Rosy was going to be one of my main priorities. Either I killed her or I kept her. The second once sounded much better. As much as I'd hate to admit it, Javiera was right. I am falling for Rosy whether I wanted to or not. My dad even knew it was gonna happen. That pissed me off. It was something about this girl that made me want her so much. But like Dante said before, I might only want her because I can't have her. I fail to believe that.
X
"Shit, I'm late aren't I," I asked, approaching Rosy who was sitting on a nearby bench. She was wearing a sapphire blue mini dress that had spaghetti straps, a jeweled fitted top and a tutu looking skirt that stopped at the quarter inch of her thigh, and blue open toe heels that had jewels on them. Her wavy hair was pushed to the side, all of it falling to her left side. Her jade eyes were bolded out in a dark blue, her lips a bright red and her eyeliner a solid black. She looked hot!
"No, you're right on time," she said sarcastically as she stood up, showing her sexy figure.
"Sorry, Javier was giving me a hard time when I was leaving."
"It's okay." I landed a kiss at her cheek.
"You look beautiful."
"Thanks. We match." My blue t shirt, jeans and blue hightops did match hers didn't it?
"I guess we do."
"Mmm, I feel a little watched."
"Maybe you are." We walked to the boardwalk, my arms over her shoulders. Though it was pretty hot outside, I didn't want her getting cold. Nor did I want any of these idiots staring at my woman.
"What do you wanna do," she asked, looking up at me. I shrugged.
"Want a prize?" A basketball shooting game caught my eye.
"Sure." Walking up to the booth I took out my money.
"Which one do you want?" Her eyes scanned the prizes.
"The wolf," she pointed to the purple wolf on the wall.
"Kay."
"Winning a pretty prize for the pretty lady," the clerk asked, smiling at Rosy suggestively.
"Yep." I paid him for three balls. I made all three straight in the basket. Both my observers were amazed. "The wolf please." The clerk gave me the wolf before smiling at Rosy again. I put my arm over her shoulders as we walked away. "For you babe," I handed her the stuffed animal.
"Thanks. You were really good. How did you do that?"
"I play basketball. Was MVP all through high school but I started when I was little. Man, I sucked ass back then." She giggled.
"But you seem pretty good now." Shrugging a shoulder, I shook my head.
"Naw, that was just lucky."
"So you are a bit humble. Interesting."
"Hey, I'm not arrogant," I tickled her a little. Smiling up at me, she leaned into me.
"Just a little." Smirking back, my arm pulled her closer. A little boy ran past us, a little girl chasing him. Both of them were giggling. Rosy smiled softly after them. "I've always wanted a baby girl," she explained.
"Really? You didn't want a boy?"
"I want two kids. A boy and a girl."
"What would you name her if you had one?"
"Maria Michelle. I like that name."
"What's your son's name?"
"Daniel Drew."
"Daniel Drew and Maria Michelle. Sounds like a good match to me."
"Yea I guess but first I got to get married before I have another child."
"Why married? Hell we can get into bed right now and have your girl if you want." She giggled.
"I just don't want another child of out wedlock. It's bad enough that Daniel doesn't know his father. If I do have my girl, I at least want her father to be there for her." For some reason, that hurt my heart. I wanted to know Daniel. It isn't like I don't want him. If I do kill Rosy, I will take my son under my wing. Maybe I should tell her. Or maybe I'll just go with my first plan.
"Tell me about how you got raped." Rosy seemed surprised at this.
"Um, alright. Well I had dropped my dad off at the airport and I was walking home and I just got followed, attacked by this gang and one of them raped me. They were all wearing masks so I don't know what he looks like. Danny looks like him."
"How do you know?"
"Well he doesn't have many physical traits from my side of the family."
"What traits does he have that you don't?" She started to look a little nervous.
"Ice blue eyes. Green hair. Naturally really tanned skin. A Hispanic accent."
"Hmm, sounds familiar."
"Yea…" Fidgeting from beneath me, her eyes flicked around nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Doesn't seem like nothing. Sit down, babe," I said, guiding her to an empty bench in a shadowed area. Her eyes stayed locked to the floor.
"You alright?"
"I'm fine," she murmured. I pecked a soft kiss at her lips. My body yearned for hers. To hold her, touch her, be inside her. Shuddering lips met each other once more, my beauty's fear fading. Seeing her nervous and scared pissed me off. She had every reason to be scared but I didn't want her to be. One day, she was going to die. But I silently swore to myself that it wouldn't be by my hand. If someone wanted to hurt her, they were gonna have to get past me first.
Aw, now let's see if he can keep to that oath.
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