5.
I'm peeling the skin off my face
'Cause I really hate being safe
Tony wasn't home when their father called.
Salomé always knew that her baby brother had been good for something, which happened to be timing. The boy always had good timing and as she sat on her window bench seat in her kitchen waiting for her cell phone to ring, she had been prepared for whatever it was that her father had to say.
"Ahlan, Baba." Salomé greeted her father while twirling a wet curl that consisted of hair.
Her father's deep voice came into place, "Ahlan my daughter. How are things?"
"They're going as well as can be. I've done what has been asked of me."
"Have you received any more calls?" Her father wondered, wanting to know just how serious his eldest daughter is taking this situation.
"I have not. Until then I have matters to handle with Tony." Salomé answered, her father always put business first and knew that this was the right way to start their conversation.
On the other line it sounded a bit quiet, a little too quiet. Perhaps her father had been in his study, reading a novel about power or logic since that's what really holds his interest.
"Oh?" Was her father's reply.
With a quirked eyebrow Salomé decided to ask, "How's mama and Fat-ma?" Using the special family nickname for her younger sister.
"Your mother is still fighting. She's resting now, next time you give us a call I'll make sure to have her on the line. As for your sister, she got into her first fight at school today."
"Really? Did she win?" Salomé' eyebrows raised in amusement.
Her father sighed, "Sadly not with her hands. She used her switchblade to get the girl off her, the pathetic thing had to get eighteen stitches from underneath her ear all the way down to her jaw."
"Way to go Fat-ma! What's her face look like?"
"Lots of nasty bruises and a broken nose. The good thing out of the fight is that she set her own nose back, we still have plenty of work to discuss." Her father described.
Salomé winced, "Tell her I'm proud of her regardless. Have you brought her to the gym to see Asad yet?"
"She's nowhere near ready to go there. She's too busy flinching and doesn't block her face enough." The man scowled over the line.
Salomé shook her head at her father, glad that he could not see her. That's one thing her father could not stand, someone disagreeing with him by shaking their heads or shrugging their shoulders at him. Something about that action set the man off.
"Baba how you expect her to learn if you don't expose her to it? The five of us had to take on Asad at the gym alone, we didn't want to go. Remember when I was ten, I followed you and Rolon down to the gym peeking through the window to see what it was that brought you two back home so bloody? Rolon caught me, dragged me in kicking and screaming. Both of you left me there to fight on my own."
"I don't want to teach her the same way I taught the rest of you. Tony on the other hand, I should have." Her father snapped.
Salomé frowned at that. Her father had always had a sick way at teaching his children how to be brave and tough. He didn't care what the consequences were as long as they knew. That day Rolon dragged her into Asad's gym would be something she would never forget. Although Rolon had stayed outside of the gym to watch through the window while her father had left, he insisted that Rolon would have stepped in if anything too drastic had happened. Their level of violence back then was the beginning of the ruthless life Salomé had learned to love. Inside of the gym were only two women, two unbelievably strong women who beat the shit out of Salomé encouraging her to fight back. Asad would not allow any man inside of the gym to take her on the beat because he knew that Salomé wasn't ready for that challenge yet. That day Rolon carried her home with three cracked ribs, and an eye hemorrhage.
"Speaking of Tony he said there would be a reason behind this call. Not that I mind a call from you, I miss your voice."
That made a bit of a smile appear on the man's face across the globe. The stone-cold normal expression on his face slowly dropped down as he began to inform his daughter of the real issue, "People around town have caught Tony sneaking into clubs."
"Okay..."
"Let me finish."
Salomé clamped her mouth shut waiting for her father to get to the good part. She didn't see the harm in sneaking into clubs, Viviano and Salomé started sneaking into clubs as soon as they both reached high school since the two never bothered to attend high school parties not that Salomé had ever been invited to any.
"Tony hasn't been himself. I've been told and shown photos of him entering the club as someone else and leaving with a group of people."
"Baba I'm not following..." Salomé pressed, her eyes setting into a deep frown.
"Your brother believes he's a girl. He told your mother and I that he feels out of his body, he doesn't belong in the body that he is born into. He even went as far as creating a presentation for us to go along with the surgery to make him a girl."
Salomé at first didn't know how to respond to this. She sat on the other line in silence and felt her eyes began to burn. All this time her brother had felt out of place, uncomfortable. She felt pain enter her body as she thought about how Tony always kept everything inside. He had always been afraid to say what was bothering him, he never got along with their father and that left Salomé to believe that maybe this was the reason that the two never got along.
"How long have you've known he's been feeling this way?"
"Since the day he wanted to wear your yellow dress on his fifth birthday."
Salomé placed both of her hands over her mouth as she clenched her eyes tightly shut. The warm tears the slipped from her eyes slid down her cheeks, she felt like complete shit. She never said anything when she caught Tony trying on her bra, or their's mothers make-up. She didn't feel like she needed to say anything because she...she didn't see anything wrong with it. The twenty year old just came to realization that her brother had been crying out for help for so long and she never reacted.
The lights in Salomé' house flickered as thunder began to rumble. She sniffed away her tears and rubbed her eyes as she collected herself. Her father waited patiently for his daughter to stop showing a sign of weakness so he could say what he truly felt needed to be said, "I sent him to you because I know you can fix him. I will not allow another mentally ill child into this family. He is sick and until he is better I don't want anything to do with him. Tony Tarik is a boy and will always be a boy. Fix him, Salomé. Do you hear me? Fix this."
And with that said the man ended the call.
Salomé sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the pain to absorb away so the numbness could come back. As she waited, she lifted her hands to start hitting herself. Each slap that she gave herself to her face felt harder than the next, now she stood using her fingernails to dig into her skin dragging them down her honey-skin. Salomé could feel her skin crawling with caterpillars as she pressed harder into her skin letting out a small cry. She paced her kitchen not liking this. Why did her father have to set her off?
Her brother had found his true identity and her father wanted to take that away from him? Her father always had to take away something, including her innocence. What the hell was wrong with that man? As she stood with scratches and a red face in the center of her kitchen trying to catch her breath, she felt a cold hand place on her shoulder. Immediately Salomé lifted her head then began moving it around so she could crack her neck a few times before allowing a smile to appear on her face as if nothing were wrong.
"Thank you." She whispered, turning to walk through her kitchen just as the front door opened.
Tony entered his sister's home cautiously with soaked clothes. He spotted her standing between the living room and entrance way closing the door cautiously. Tony trailed his hazel eyes over the light scratches over his sisters face, no doubt the scratches were done by her. He took in Salomé' calm smile and slowly took some steps towards her no longer eyeing the scratches on her face, in fear that this would set her off again. Tony pulled his sister into his arms hugging her as tight as he could.
He just knew that she had spoken to their dad, she wouldn't have done this if he hadn't said whatever it was that he had said. Tony was sure that it was anything but good, especially since his father spit on him before shoving him out of the house so Asad could drove him to the airport.
Tony Tarik did not want to be the reason for his sister to fall back down the rabbit hole again. That was something that no one could escape, especially for Salomé. Once was already difficult and their father might have just thrown her back to where Salomé felt she truly belonged.
Salomé tried her best to get Tony to come out with her tonight but he resisted. The storm had stopped but it still was a bit cloudy outside. The twenty-year old had left Tony some money where he could order some take-out while she went out to dinner with an old friend. Tony had helped Salomé with her make-up concealing her scars perfectly with concealer, foundation, and of course contouring. Salomé didn't bring up the conversation she had with their father and just enjoyed her brother's company.
She slipped into a black Versace dress that she ordered two weeks ago after stealing money online. The dress had thin straps to keep the dress up while the bra area cupped and supported her breasts nicely so she didn't have to wear a bra underneath. The skin underneath her breasts were visible just a tad thanks to the way the dress happened to be designed. Around her mid rib-cage area the dress clung to her bones flowing out but not without a mid split in the dress to give just enough leg. Tony said cream colored heels would go well with the dress and he happened to be right.
Salomé rubbed her wrist together after having Tony spray her signature perfume on her neck then her wrist. On her covered leg she strapped one knife to the holder that clung to her leg before shoving the dress back over her leg. The rest of set sat nicely inside of her satin cream clutch, she turned to her vanity using her matte pink lipstick on her lips. After molding her lips together she heard the sound of a horn.
Grinning she slid from the seat in front of her vanity to stand in front of her brother, "How do I look?"
"Doable." Tony replied with a dreamy sigh resting against the comfy seat in front of her bed.
Salomé clapped her hands, "It's too bad he won't be enjoying this pussy."
Tony snorted as he watched his sister mess with her curly hair feeling a ping of jealousy as she twirled in her expensive dress. Salomé caught Tony eyeing her and walked over to him leaning down to press a kiss to his nose, "Walk your big sis to the door won't ya?"
The seventeen year old did as his sister asked, carefully helping her down the dark wooden stairs. He pulled the front door open to get a good look at their target, billion dollar smile, dressed in a tuxedo, sandy blond hair, fresh blue eyes, yeah he was a sight for sore eyes alright if you were into men who looked like Ken dolls.
Tony watched as the ken doll grasped onto his sister's hand pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. He crossed his arms as he watched the ken doll helped her into his red maserati before jogging around to the driver's seat. That's when the Ken doll lifted his head to send a wave and a commercial smile at Tony who felt his dick twitch.
As he watched his sister send him a wink, she was soon gone from his sight.
Tony closed the door to the house, digging in his pocket to find a text from his sister.
MeMe:
Should I aim for the heart or the throat?
To MeMe:
The throat...make it pretty.
MeMe:
As always my dear.
P.S. - If you get any cum on the sheets in the guest room, wash them!
I love you.
Tony chuckled at the text before jogging up the steps to handle his business.
J.R. Chandler was his name.
The older brother of the young security guard who said mean things to her brother and split his lip. He was handsome, Salomé thought. Of course she told him her name was Rumer Fannon instead of her real name, what was the fun of her telling him her real name? This added a little more thrill to the game she were playing. The two chatted about what it were like being rich on their way to some fancy French restaurant, Salomé told J.R. that she was raised from old money.
"You know I've never dated an Egyptian girl before...you're quite exotic." J.R. stated, as he pulled up in front of the restaurant.
Salomé hid her cringe at the way this man tried to describe her. She was anything but that word, but she kept a smile on her face. She had to play her part, for her brother. Salomé grinned leaning over to J.R.'s ear while gliding her hand down his lean chest to cup him through his dressy pants, "I can't wait to show you the exotic things I can do."
J.R. turned to Salomé to peck her lips, "Then let's get out of here right now."
Salomé grabbed his hands from touching the steering wheel, "Uh huh. You promised me dinner and I'm quite hungry."
"I can have my chef cook you anything you like when we get to the house."
"You're very eager aren't you? We're already here, so let's go." Salomé ordered climbing out of the car to smile at the valet driver.
J.R. didn't like to not be in control but with this woman that he had met down at the coffee shop earlier today, he didn't mind. She could be his boss all she wanted, as long as he received what he wanted at the end of the day. He knew she would taste divine.
The model like man hooked their arms together making their way up to the greeter outside of the restaurant.
Mickey Milkovich couldn't believe his eyes. He had been trying his hardest to follow Ian and some old looking dude into this fancy restaurant. He didn't want to cause a scene since that would blow his cover. When he saw Salomé holding onto some model looking dude, he knew what he had to do. Mickey quickly made his way over to Salomé, and gripped her arm but not without checking out her ass before spinning her around to face him.
"Hey Pal, get your arms off my date!" The model yelled.
Salomé kept her face turned in Mickey's direction and flicked her hair out of her face, "Nice to see you again Mickey Mouse."
Mickey scrunched up his face, "Don't fuckin' call me that. It's Mickey, would you like me to write it down for you?"
"Rumer you know this piece of garbage?" The man behind her questioned, pointing at Mickey.
Salomé watched as confusion became written in Mickey's eyes before they turned to anger. She liked the way his eyebrows curved up really high as he pinched his lips before removing his hands from his lips, "I suggest you get that fuckin' finger out of my face before I shove it so far up your asshole, you're gonna have to use that finger as your new tongue."
Salomé sucked in her cheeks to stop the laughter that wanted to release as she shifted on her feet dipping her head before watching the aggressive nineteen year old in front of her.
"What did you just say to me? Do you know who I am?" J.R. yelled stepping to Mickey.
Mickey kept his eyebrows raised sizing the man up since he wanted to step to him.
Not that this wasn't amusing Salomé she decided to step in between the two men. She knew that J.R. couldn't handle Mickey when it came to a fight, sure the model guy had a nice face and probably has some new abs underneath his blouse but she didn't want it to get messed up. Not by the hands of Mickey anyways.
"Enough," Salomé urged holding her hand out to Mickey who kept his eyes on the man behind Salome before turning to J.R., "Can you wait over there for me please? I need to have a word with my friend."
J.R. scowled before gripping Salomé's face and smashed their lips together keeping his eyes trained on Mickey as he placed his tongue into her mouth. Salomé broke the kiss as a signal for J.R. to go wait for her by front entrance of the restaurant. She turned to Mickey and placed her hand on his chest to move him away from her date's ear shot.
Mickey didn't like the way that snob asshole just kissed on her like Salomé were some sort of property. That's one thing he did know.
"So talk. Why are you here?" Salomé quizzed as she tried to make sure her lipstick is still in place.
Mickey crossed his arms eyeing her, "Why are you with that douchebag? He doesn't look like the type you'd date."
"How do you know my type? We barely know each other to start suggesting who we should and shouldn't date." Salomé answered.
The dark haired man before her shrugged his shoulders glancing down at his feet for a few seconds. It was Salomé' turn to watch Mickey tonight and she sure liked this feeling. She stepped closer to Mickey who lifted his head to meet her eyes, "Why are you here?" She repeated.
Mickey took a deep breath not knowing how he should answer. "Well if you think I'm following you that's not fuckin' it."
Salomé nodded her head with a wide smile, "Okay..."
"Ian's in there. With some old guy, older than the guy you're with."
"J.R. is not that old."
"He looks fuckin' thirty, Salomé! Or should I say Rumer?" Mickey argued with a frown.
Salomé crossed one leg over the other, "He's actually thirty-two."
Mickey threw his hands up in the air, "Wow what a big fuckin' difference!"
"Look I'm not going to stand here any longer for you to bash the guy I'm here with. I'm sorry he called you out of your name and I would have let you beat the shit out of him if I didn't need his face to be perfect for tonight." Salomé stated, eyeing the boy in front of her.
"Why do you need his face to be perfect for tonight?"
Salomé sucked in some air between the opening of her teeth, "I rather not say."
Mickey blinked, "Oh god. Really? Him? Fuck, you're just as bad as Ian."
Salomé threw her hands up in the air after narrowing her eyes at Mickey, "I'm walking away now."
Mickey allowed the Spanish-Egyptian beauty to walk some steps away from him before he started jogging after her. He yanked on her arm again spinning her around to face him, she rested her hands on his chest to catch her fall. Mickey swallowed, "Please...just listen. I-I'm sorry alright? I just really need to get into that restaurant."
Salomé stared up into Mickey's eyes. She could see why Ian was so attracted to Mickey, he really did have nice eyes and the way he held her right now made her feel safe but Salomé didn't know what being safe felt like so she pulled herself out of his arms.
"Do you care about Ian?"
"I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't." Mickey muttered.
Salomé cupped Mickey's face, "You're jealousy is showing mi amor."
"What?" Mickey questioned.
Salomé shook her head holding her finger out to Mickey to stop another argument from happening. She turned on her heels walking over to her "date" who had his eyes trained on the two of them since he separated. Mickey watched as the two shared some words but not without J.R. wrapped his arm around her to kiss her lips and of course feel on her ass. Mickey tauntingly waved at J.R. who glared at him before speeding away in his fancy red car.
"What did you say to him?" Mickey asked, meeting Salomé half way.
Salomé grabbed Mickey's hand, "That'd I would see him later. He's going to text me his address, so after you and I are done here I'm going to have a grand time."
"Yeah whatever, spare me the details." Mickey muttered as the two stood in front of the reservation stand.
Salomé smiled at Mickey who had his eyes on the man in front of them. She also turned her attention to the man, "Hi. We have reservations."
"Names?" The man asked.
"It should be under Chandler." Salomé replied.
The man nodded eyeing Salomé with a smile but scrunched his nose up at the sight of Mickey's clothing. "I know he is not Mr. Chandler."
Salomé spoke, "Well he is tonight," As she said this the man turned to meet the blade she held out in front of his chin.
Mickey didn't even see when she pulled that out. He was beginning to like this girl, he stood back watching her work her magic.
"Now my friend and I just want to have a nice quiet dinner. I have cash, it's not like I can't afford this place. You're going to let us inside, show us to our table and if you have a problem with that I won't hesitate to skin you like that catfish I had last night." Salomé threatened with a sweet smile.
And that's how two got inside.
The man shook as he led the two to their tables. Mickey almost felt bad for the guy as he shakily handed them their menus, the two had a nice scenery of the city lights from the large windows their table sat by. The place was packed with rich snobs who chatted about boring shit like their jobs.
"I'll take a white zinfandel, leave the bottle. A side of lemon water. My friend here will have grey goose." Salomé smiled up at the waiter who quickly scurried away to retrieve those drinks.
Mickey shook his head as he surveyed the room, "You've got the poor dude shaking in his shiny shoes."
Salomé rested her chin on her hands, "He shouldn't have made things so difficult. He's lucky I didn't get this dress dirty."
That being said Mickey watched as Salomé smoothed down her dress now eyeing the room around them too and laughed. She was surely something out of this world.
"I spy with my little eyes, my ginger star and the old man you speak of." Salomé smiled, jerking her chin in the direction across from them.
A few tables away sat Ian and a man with salt and pepper like hair. From her point of view, Salomé could only see the man's profile and he looked decent enough. Ian sure looked pleased, as if he were getting some. That thought alone made Salomé happy for her friend, she had heard bits and pieces of what was going on between him and Mickey. Mandy had eventually told her at a sleepover that Ian had a thing for her brother, Mickey Milkovich.
Salomé turned to Mickey to see him clenching a napkin in between his hands with wavering eyes. "I can see what Ian sees in him. He's got broad shoulders, something strong to hold onto."
"Shut up!" Mickey snapped.
Salomé sighed sitting back in her chair picking up the menu just as the waiter came back with their drinks.
"We'll need just a few more minutes, thank you Richard."
Salomé scanned the menu before her and hummed, "I'm stuck between getting the Poulet aux Porto or the Carre d'Agneau. What do you think you're going to get?"
"Shit. He saw us!" Mickey hissed picking up the menu to cover his face.
Salomé glanced over to see that Ian now had his eyes on them and he looked...confused? She turned her attention back to Mickey lifting her foot to brush up his leg, Mickey gulped from behind his menu setting his menu down while using his other hand to grasp Salomé' leg.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mickey growled.
With a wild glint in Salomé' light brown eyes she said, "Jealousy is a crazy feeling isn't it? Let's give Ian and his date a show."
A/N: To be continued? That was evil of me wasn't it? I will not tolerate any transphobia in my comments so please be nice. What are you all thinking at this point since so much has happened in this chapter? What do you think is going to happen next? Do tell ;)
h - I hope you kicked your head cold's butt!
So season six is actually premiering on the 10th of January instead of the 17th. SEVEN DAYS EARLIER MY FRIENDS, I'M SCARED AND EXCITED. That's two months away (October is over in three days!) Also if any of you are going out for Halloween be safe but of course have a fun time out there! For those of you who don't, have fun doing whatever it is you're doing lol.
See you guys around ;P