And now probably my favorite part of the story... Enjoy. :)

We both padded our way to my bathroom quietly, even though no one else was home. Once through the doorway, I muttered, "So, I'll be outside while you, uh, take a rinse... Right?" She gazes at me solemnly before nodding, already starting to strip before I even got out. I stepped through the door frame and closed the door and leaned against it, not knowing what to do with myself. While my t-shirt is damp with my blood, I was slightly glad that you couldn't really see it because of the black fabric; for Tori's grey shirt I couldn't say the same.

My flannel, I saw, was bled through and I quickly pulled it off. I analyzed the wound and, though the heavy amount of bleeding would say otherwise, it wasn't that deep. As it continued to drop red onto the hardwood floor, I realized that the bandages were back in the restroom. Hesitantly, I opened the door and closed it, searching for them, trying to fish out of my head where I put them last.

It was then when I heard a cry, and a feeling in my gut bade me to join her. My feet swayed a bit and my brows furrowed before I heard another soft cough. So I pulled off my boots and socks, then my shirt before I just stepped in and saw Tori, curled up with her arms around her knees, crying.

I stepped in and she didn't move until I wrapped myself around her, legs beside hers while right arm around hers and my chin sitting on her left shoulder. Tori leaned into my, accepting my comfort, and continued to cry. Eventually, I found myself opening my eyes and feeling her clutch my sides and my right hand in her hair. "Want to get out?" I asked, "Before we get all pruny?"

"Sure," she whispered as I reached over and turned the knob to the right, and thus the water off. I helped her up and we stepped out, pulling towels to dry ourselves, and my pants. Tori follows me into my room where I set out some clothes for her to put on, a loose tank-top, underwear and a pair of pajama pants. I grabbed the same for myself and, like inside the bathroom, she had no worry with showing her nude body as she dressed. My eyes were hesitantly diverted for her privacy's sake and I left the room, after mumbling to her to doze some on my bed.

Back in the bathroom, I found the bandages and some cleaning alcohol for wounds. Once the wound was dried, washed, and bandaged, I changed into the dry clothes and stalked my way back into my room, leaving the wet clothes where they were. I would get them later, they weren't on the top of my mind at that moment.

Inside, I saw Tori under the covers and I slipped in with her, putting my arm around her waist. We napped there comfortable for a while, still slightly aware of our surroundings. My eyes opened after about an hour as I felt the half-Latina sit up. I watch as her back straightens, the inked wolf staring back at me. "Tori?" I breathed.

She turned her head over to me, and I sat up with her, looking at her gently. I had so many questions, so many yet I didn't know which one to ask first. In the end, I asked the one that joined all of the others together: "How-how did this all start?"

Tori doesn't answer immediately, processing through her memories. A couple of times she opened her mouth before closing it again, as if not able to do it. I didn't quite register what I was doing until my body did it; I shifted myself, straddling her while my arms and legs loosely wrapped around her back. It seemed to have given her that small push to answer my quiet, desperate question.

"I-I was ten years old and this new student was introduced to the class. She seemed sweet and kind, and I wanted to be her friend. And so Elizabeth and I were actually seen together a lot for a couple of months. Now that I think about it, she always made strange accusations about me. Well, in fifth grade, a year later, I came to school with these rumors about me. Like how my dad was an alcoholic while my mom had affairs. Don't get me wrong, they would get into some pretty heated arguments but I don't think they ever did cheat on each other.

"Another one was that I was a slutty lesbian and, it's half right. -Ish... I wasn't a slut, but I'm diffidently not straight. Anyway, they got really bad and some more years pass and Elizabeth starts just bullying me. Like how girls do I supposed, so I told my family and- and... nothing was done about it. So, eventually, I kept quiet as she started to get worse, setting me up on traps and cornering me to touch m-me.

"There was one day, I remember, when things took a turn. I've always been, not bi-polar, but have been tested for it... I don't know how to explain it, but she sent a few kids to jump me and I kind of snapped. Didn't do anything about it though but, I wanted to hurt them, really, really badly. That was why I didn't do anything about it, because I bottle stuff up and I don't let off steam immediately, it's going in the bottle. So this happens often and I show up with thee marks and my dad trains me with the punching bag... he soon learned that I throw a really powerful punch. I broke the bag within a month using it.

"So, so this one day came and-and she sent the same kids to jump me again. I just, I don't know what happened. It was the last straw, she crossed the line. I saw red as he threw the first punch, and I couldn't control it..." Tori began to shake as she remembered, and I assumed that it was what I saw on the dashboard camera all those months ago.

"I only saw shadows Jade, and I only wanted to hurt them... And so I did, I completely went ballistic. After a while, I saw what I did to the girl and-and I-I fucking loved it. Who the fuck revels in the feeling of hurting someone?" I watched as Tori closed her eyes and pulled me closer to her, "I was a monster and Elizabeth saw it- and she was right to be afraid... Once the cops came, I couldn't stop... My dad had to put me under arrest because I only calmed down to his voice- I was sent to prison because I sent four kids to the hospital, and I pleaded guilty because I didn't want me to do it again, all those thoughts. All those voices...

"Jade, since-since I was released fr-from prison, I haven't had those voices in my head but... I don't want them to come back. I'm afraid that they will and I'll just go nuts again and fuck someone else up... Jade, I hurt you. I hurt you and you were the only one that I didn't want hurt, but I fucking-I fu- I just cut you with that damned pocket knife... I'm sorry, I can't ju-"

"Tori," I whisper as she pulled back. I completely understood how she felt, completely. I've gotten to the point where I could control what came out but when I was younger it was a nightmare. That was why I wrote horror, to keep the horror out of my personal life. "I-I get it, I really do. You're a good person."

"But, I hurt you," she whimpered, nodding towards the bandages.

"It'll heal... But I don't care about it." She stares into my own eyes, seeking for something, for comfort. My hand snaked itself into her hair and I just leaned in and kissed her. Upon contact, she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer while my left arm gripped her back tightly. Her lips parted a bit and I just slipped my tongue in, just letting my desires take over. It was gentle yet deep at the same time, and soft. So soft. This was what I would want for the rest of my life. Tori was who I would want for the rest of my life, I decided then and there.

Goose-bumps littered the base of my stomach as I felt cool hands run over the skin. I gave out an involuntary hitched breath as her fingertips just barely grazed my abs (aren't you proud, I still have them now so there). Again with my body just acting before thinking, I decided I didn't want the tank top on so I just ripped it right off. Tori chuckled huskily as she smirked gleefully at me, and from the cold air hardening my nipples, I realized that I wasn't wearing a bra. Well, no one was complaining so I was happy.

"Hey, yours off too," I murmured throatily as she gave another husky chuckle before it's off too. We both admire each other's upper body, her eyes focusing more on my tits while I thumbed across the scars that sent a warm, erotic buzz down below. After a few moments, we both apparently grew board of that and went back hungrily to our lips. At first it was fast and heavy with lust, however it slipped into the deep, sensual kiss it was before.

We go back onto the pillows and I gently began to kiss along her collarbone, murmuring in between the teeth grazing and pecks, "I can't believe how long it's been since I last seen you. The real you that I just want. No." I sit up a bit before adding, "I need you Tori, you've saved me on multiple accounts and I can't help but need you for that."

She smiles warmly at me before pecking my lips before she kissed the crook of my neck. My face fell after she laid her head back down. "Wh-who was Stella Maus?"

Her eyes flashed with despair before whispering, "My cellmate... She was absolutely beautiful, while being charged with drug possession and burglary. There's a therapy in the prison so that helped us both out with our problems and we became something like buddies... Then after a few weeks, it blossomed into so much more. The prison was newer so the staff weren't very acknowledgeable so prisoners were able to get away with a lot of things. Not bad stuff, no... But maybe losing their virginity..."

"Are you telling me that you, Sweet Sally Peaches, had sex in prison? With your cellmate?"

"Yeah," she admitted a bit coyly, though it had a slight bitter tinge to it, "Don't tell my dad... I really don't want to explain to him how we did it with nobody watching either..."

"Can you tell me?" I asked with a smirk.

"Oh God Jade... First of all, don't ever make that smile again."

"Okay, why?"

"Because..." she started before kissing the crook of my neck again with a little nibble, all while her leg grinded some in between my legs. I let out a weird noise (I really don't know what it was) and she finished with, "That's why."

"But I like that," a pout purred from my throat.

"Right, but it's story time."

"Shit, sorry. Continue with story time," I murmured before sliding off of her onto my own pillow, only to have her slide on top of me. We smile at each other before we continued, or rather, Tori.

"So... Right. We basically waited around until it was so dark outside you couldn't believe it and there weren't any cameras in the cell and... we did it right behind a policewoman actually. She was naturally silent during sex apparently, but she had to shove a pillow in my mouth to keep me quiet." At that, I just started laughing and I couldn't stop. It wasn't even a second later when Tori joined, and it took us a few minutes to quiet down and I gave her my full attention, curious about Stella.

"Stella, she-she had long black hair and was really skinny, yet she ate like an absolute cow. Your wouldn't believe how much food she downed in one sitting. Anyway, we were really close and I was eventually released and she had a month left so I visited her every day of the summer then three times a week once school came. Because of the therapy, I wasn't aggressive towards Elizabeth. I still had a grudge on her, but I didn't do anything. Though, I didn't get many friends so I had only Stella...

"One day," I watched with a pang in my heart as she started to tear up, "I visited and they said she wasn't able to because they found her dead in her cell that morning... I didn't believe them until they-they gave me her-he-her letter... She died by suicide. Somehow she got a hold of some string and-" Tori cried into my arms for a while before she was able to speak again, livid pain filling them.

"I read the letter, and I know it almost by heart:

I can't stand being in prison anymore, I really can't. The thought of the outside world scared me anyway, but one person
made sure that I would be safe. That I would be happy. Tori, if you're reading this I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I can't help but feel as if you slipped away while you left. I hope you're happy with your girlfriend, I really do... I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

When I looked up, I was in the parking lot... And I cried in the officer's arms. She was the same one we fucked behind too. And you know who I saw a few lanes down? Elizabeth, smirking at me before she walked away. I absolutely lost it, I couldn't believe that she was gone but I knew who was to blame the moment I laid eyes on that bitch...

"So, so I took off. Straight home where I looked up the security footages using my dad's account and I saw Elizabeth talking to Stella right after I left. I don't know exactly what they said, but it was enough proof. So I grabbed a coat and just walked out of the house, leaving Trina on the couch and my mom in the kitchen..."

"My God... I'm sorry Tori, that is absolutely horrific," I cried as she wiped her own tears.

"You know what though? The moment I stepped into Hollywood Arts, I didn't feel any different, until I saw you... while I was rubbing Beck's shirt."

"Uh, huh..."

"Don't start that, I want to get in your pants, not his," she snapped. Tori's eyes only rolled when she looked at my smirk before continuing. "Look, you actually remind me of her. A lot, and I think that's one of the main reasons why I started to like you. By now though, it's a really small reason. See, you both aren't at all the same person, you've just had hard times in the past, we all have...

"You have a huge ego like hers, and you both know how to control yourselves... most of the time. But it's really your eyes, not their color. Yours is like a pale green and hers was a rust red. But you both put up these walls and it makes your eyes so expressive, I don't know why but I always find that the most isolated people have the most detailed 'window to the soul' type deal.

"But I'm more intrigued by you Jade. That's the thing, Stella was sweet, kind and just misunderstood, but your something else."

"So I'm not sweet and kind?" I asked playfully.

She shifted her weight a bit and I raised my pierced eyebrow at her before letting out a quiet moan as her leg grinded in between my legs... again. "I wouldn't put that in your resume Jade, you terrorize children on Halloween. And on any given day. But you are misunderstood in some aspects. It's just that people don't know how to approach you, because you don't make it easy. And, I liked that, I love it, you weren't easy to love before Jade. You diffidently made it difficult. But I love what I see Jade, I do admire your quirky attributes that you tend to hide."

"Like what?"

"You say 'excuse me' every single damn time you burp, you rub your eraser on you pencil when your thinking and you just know how to interact with people. Almost manipulatively..."

"Not my fault, I was trained to be a business woman." She smiles at me and shakes her head before cupping my cheek gently.

"Then there's the smart ass remarks that puts everyone off. But I love 'em," she murmurs before planting a heavy kiss. I smirk into it before pulling her closer, if that was possible, to deepen it even more. For a few minutes to half an hour. No, it was diffidently more like half an hour, that was all we did, lock lips and gently grind against each other. My arms felt all of her back, against every scar on her smooth, caramel skin while she skimmed over my chest and stomach.

My hand gently glided over her right shoulder and she left out a shaky breath was her hands clawed at my sides. "That a good spot?" I muttered as she rested her head on my chest. My right hand buried itself in her hair while the left continued to run over her back.

"Yes," a purr slurred out, "It's my deepest and oldest scar, which was why I put the tattoo there."

"Yeah, how did you get involved with the streets?" I asked curiously.

"I was fifteen when I found out about Stella... and it was the same day I walked out of the house. I didn't know what to do so I just wondered around for several hours. It was night and I was walking down the same street with the parking lot and I heard some shouts for help. I bolted down that alley and see the same gang that wanted you dead beating this young man. So, I drove them away, earning this scar actually, they shot at me and cut right under it.

"I tried to help the man up but... it was too late. He was shot three times in the chest and was stabbed eleven times, then add the punches and kicking then you have this man in my arms. He was a lone wolf, just starting out and he accidentally caused some small trouble for the gang and, yeah. But he looked at me, and just smiled and said, 'Will you promise me something?'

"I answered with 'yeah'. I promised to keep those streets clear of any violent gangs that would hurt others just for the stupidest of things. And so that night, I came home and my dad was there. I explained to him how I got injured but I didn't tell him how-how the man died in my arms..." Tori stopped of a moment, giving a quick grieving moment for the man before continuing, "So I had to get stitches and all that. I had many run ins with that particular gang, the others were easier. That one gang though, they're the reason why I have so many scars, 33 in total. All with different stories, multiple of them with some twins or triplets. I think there's one quadruplet but that's only one..."

Once I sensed that she was done, I murmured into her ear, "Thank you for saving me. I think you really did take control of that monster Tori."

"That Maned Wolf," she whispered softly.

"I see it in your personality Tori, you are really a fighter... And you can sing too but, I think that it is a nickname you can't shake away."

"Really?"

"Really." Tori pulled away, smiled a great big smile at me before dipping down for a kind kiss. I smiled into it, and asked softly, "So you want to go to sleep?"

"Sure."

"Alright. Sweet dreams wolfy," I smirked to myself. My heart thudded happily against my ribs once I heard a chuckle and felt Tori nuzzle her head under my neck. We laid like that for hours.

Yay! Don't know why that took so long to write but yay! The story isn't done just yet but it is close, sadly. Oh, well. I have so many other ideas planned. :)