Thank you to those who are giving me feedback! I do hope you're all enjoying the story! I'm thinking of bumping up the rating only because I noticed that there's a lot of cursing and because of the sexual references and it will possibly and most likely only get worse from here. That's Repo! for you though. Anyways, here's chapter 10! Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Jillian was very surprised in the way Shilo and Graverobber greeted each other when they got back to the house. As soon as they walked in, Graverobber took one look at Shilo, gave a her a mischievous grin and kissed her right in front of Jillian. Shilo seemed to be just as surprised but was enjoying it none the less. It was very awkward to see and Jillian had to cough in order to break them apart.
"Ahem." she said.
Graverobber released Shilo and looked at Jillian with a smirk. "Hi." he greeted.
"Um, hi. Nice to see you again. Sorry to interrupt."
"That's okay." laughed Shilo, gently pushing away from Graverobber. "We have work to do anyway."
"Oh, yeah? What kind of work?" he asked.
"Well, Ana here just named me her co-songwriter, pissing off Amber Sweet in the process."
"Is that so? Nice job." he said to both of them. "Co-songwriter, huh?"
Jillian shrugged. "I'd thought she'd like it better than just being an assistant. Plus, she's smart and it would give her a higher place in the company."
"Nice." said Graverobber. "Any chance you could do anything for me?"
Jillian smirked. "I already did. Now that you work for GeneCo the cops will be off your tail and you won't have to run away."
"Yeah, and now I gotta get twice as much zydrate as I did before."he grimaced.
"Oh, um, speaking of which. Amber wanted me to tell you that she needs double the order you got last night."
"Great." he said sarcastically. "Just peachy."
"I'm sorry. I did what I could. Anyways, Shilo we better get to work."
"Right. Sorry, Graves."
"It's no problem, Miss Co-Songwriter. I'm gonna grab a snack and catch some more "Z's". Let me know you ladies need help."
"Sure thing. C'mon, Shi." said Jillian.
"Coming." called Shilo following her upstairs. "You know, no one's called me Shi since my dad."
"Oh, sorry. Does it bother you?"
"Not at all, I was just surprised. I would give you a nickname too but your name is already short."
"Haha, yeah."
As the reached Shilo's room, she went to open the curtain to let some light inside. "Um, would you mind if we kept it closed. I work better in the dark." said Jillian.
"Sure, I guess." said Shilo and went to join her next to the piano. "Just out of curiosity, why are we working here in my room? Don't you have some fancy recording studio or something?"
"Well, yes but I usually write lyrics first and the band will provide the instrumentals. Then I thought piano background may help to so it could be easier to describe what I want the song to sound like."
"Oh, I see. So do you play any instruments?"
"Nope. I'm purely a lyricist and a vocalist. My mom actually tried to get me learn violin and piano when I was younger but I kept getting frustrated and told her I wanted to quit. It was just me being lazy really. What got you into piano?
Shilo shrugged. "Mag for the most part. I wanted to learn to play her songs."
"Can you play something for me now?"
"Sure. What do you want me to play?"
"Anything. Something at the top of your head."
"Okay." Shilo looked at the dusty keyboard and tried to remember something easy. Finally she decided to try and attempt to play "Tao of Mag". Jillian watched as Shilo played, starting off-key but then quickly getting the rhythm right and relaxed a bit. Shilo concentrated as Jillian hummed along to the tune. When Shilo was finished she turned and looked at Jillian. "How was that?" she asked.
"That was very good, Shi. A little more practice to refresh your memory and it'll be perfect."
"Thanks."
"No problem. It's a lot better than I can do." The two girls softly laughed and continued to practice. At first they just toyed around with some of Mag's songs when Jillian asked Shilo to help her to start to write lyrics.
"What do you you usually write about?"
"Things that I know, I guess. Life, love, loss, death, isolation..."
Shilo listened carefully. Jillian seemed to be getting lost in thought. Even though they hadn't known each other long, Shilo noticed the other girl seemed to do that a lot.
"I'm sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?"
"No, it's okay. I mean I can definitely relate to those themes. Loss and isolation."
"What are you feeling right now?"
Shilo pondered this. "I guess, I'm feeling...relieved after that press conference and...just confused really. I've never been in that type of environment before and its hard to tell how to act. It's like walking with strangers. "
"Well you did handle yourself pretty well out there. "
"Thanks. I'm also feeling curious."
"About?"
"This type of lifestyle and about you too."
"Me?"
Shilo nodded. "You're odd. When I first met you you seemed so...its hard to describe...like..you were just a regular girl like me. But when you're around others it almost like a different persona."
"I have to keep up appearances with certain people, Shilo."
"I guess that's true."
"Anyways, walking with strangers, huh? That would make a good song title. I can relate to that feeling too." Jillian sighed and let herself fall against the bed. Shilo yawned. "And she's falling asleep as she's walking with strangers."
Shilo smiled. "I like it."
"It's a work in progress."
Just then Jillian's wristwatch communicator went off. "Incoming message from Amber Sweet." spoke the robotic female voice.
"I better take this." said Jillian.
"Ana, come to my office immediately." spoke Amber.
"Uh-oh. She sounds mad." said Shilo.
Jillian shrugged. "I'll be okay but I better do as she says. Sorry, Shilo."
"Thats okay. It was..fun hanging out with you today."
"Same here. Have fun with Graverobber. Not too much fun though." she winked.
Shilo smiled and waved goodbye to Jillian. Both girls had wondered what Amber had wanted.
Amber sat on her desk and examined her perfectly manicured nails as she waited for Jillian. She smiled to herself at the thought of what was to come. Jillian was getting to be quite a pain lately and she would not stand for it. She had already let her get away with enough already by giving her control over her music and now she had spared Shilo and Graverobber's lives practically just because she had asked. Now she beginning to understand why her father loved control so much and why he did his best maintain it. If she gave Jillian too much freedom, the girl would start to think she could get away with anything. She had already begun to disrespect her. First at the concert, then at the photoshoot, and then had tried to pull a fast one at the press conference earlier. Amber would have to fix that.
Soon the elevator brought Jillian up to Amber's office where the CEO was waiting for her. Jillian walked up to Amber's desk and looked at her straight in the eye.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you for coming." said Amber. "I have something very important to...discuss with you."
"You want to how the writing with Shilo is coming along?"
"Not quite. There's a different matter at hand."
"What is it?"
Amber opened the right drawer of her desk and pulled a single piece of parchment and placed it on the table. "Do you know what this is?"
"Its my contract."
"Precisely. And do you know what it instates?"
"What exactly have I violated in my contract?"
"Its the fact that you're starting to forget that you even have a contract."
"How could I possibly forget Amber? You and your whole family have made it a point to make sure that I never forget."
"Perhaps but just to be sure...hold her down."
Before Jillian could say anything more she was grabbed by Amber's henchgirls. They grabbed each side of her arms and held her in place.
"Hey! Let go of me! What do you think you're doing Amber?"
Amber rose from her desk and grabbed her whip. "Don't worry, Jill. We're going to have a little fun... or at least I am. It's about time you remembered who you're dealing with." She came up behind Jillian and kicked her down to the floor with her high heeled boots. Jillian gasped with a thump on the floor. "Guard the door." Amber instructed. The henchgirls followed her orders without a word.
"Let's get one thing straight." continued Amber. "You belong to GeneCo just as your mother did before and also like your mother you're beginning to turn into a self-righteous and defiant little bitch."
Jillian felt a rage overcome her, turning and kicking Amber down, catching her off guard. "Don't you talk about my mom! You can insult me all you want but don't you dare talk about my mom you stupid fucking bitch!"
Amber merely laughed. "So, you wanna play like that, do you? Fine, I can play dirty."
Jillian scrambled to her feet and tried to make a run for the door but Amber grabbed her ankle and pulled her back down. She rose up herself and grabbed Jillian by her hair. She dragged her to the couch and threw her down. She pulled out some handcuffs that she got from God knows where and used them to bind Jillian to the foot of the couch. She then went to her desk and grabbed a thin whip from one of the drawers "Lets see how tough you are now." she said as began to lash her whip at Jillian over and over again.
When Amber was finally satisfied and decided that the lesson had sunken in, she stopped and looked down at the damage she had inflicted on Jillian. The girl lay silent on the ground, eyes wide, groaning in pain and a thin line of blood dripping from her mouth. Amber continued to look down at the girl, feeling no pity whatsoever. The girl had pissed her off afterall. She bent down to speak to the suffering girl and release her from the handcuffs.
"Well, I certainly hope you learned your lesson." she said. "Hopefully you'll think twice next time you decided to challenge me."
Amber was responded with nothing but silence. She rose up and adjusted her leather gloves and checked her watch.
"Well I better get going. I have a meeting with the Metro Gazette and then surgery soon after. I would look prettier with higher cheekbones don't you think?"
Again she was greeted with nothing but silence.
"Clean yourself up." she directed. "You're a mess. And remember that you have rehearsal tomorrow morning." With that, Amber stride away and left Jillian to lay in agony.
As soon as Jillian heard the bell of the elevator go off, she sighed in relief. "Get up." she told herself in a stern voice. "Get up." She took a deep breath and began to prop herself up by pushing up with her hands. She winced as she rose up. The pain was excruciating but she willed herself not to cry. She refused to be weak. She winced again as a sharp pain shot at her side. She grabbed her side and begun limping to the elevator door. As she pushed the button she contemplated what had just happened. She always knew Amber's temper was just as bad as her brother's but she never knew she could be so vicious. As she exited the elevator the pain grasped her again. She leaned her hand against the wall and begun to walk alongside it. 'This is going to hurt more in the morning.' she thought.
As she continued to lean against the wall she almost didn't notice the door open in front of her. She halted when giggles erupted from the inside of the door. Sure enough, out came Pavi, with a gentern carefully wrapped around his waist. Caught up in their moment of passion, they almost didn't notice her either. She turned and began walking in the opposite direction when an even sharper pain hit her causing to cry out. She quickly bit her tongue but it was too late. They had heard her.
Pavi turned his head and saw Jillian with her clothes torn and body cut and bruised.
"Ana? Is that you?"
Jillian remained frozen in place, not daring to face him. Pavi carefully set the gentern down from his embrace and went to turn Jillian to face him. She kept her head down and looked at the floor. He grabbed her chin and and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Who did this to you?" he asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned.
Jillian said nothing.
"Was it my sister?" he asked.
Jillian sighed, feeling defeated. Then she nodded.
Pavi turned to the confused gentern. "Send up a first aid kit to my room."
"Yes sir." said the gentern, slightly irritated that he turned his attention to another girl.
"Come, now." he said, grabbing Jillian's hand. She quickly jerked it away. "Don't be difficult, bella."
"Pavi, please." she said, finally speaking to him. "I just want to go home."
"I'll have a car take you home later. First we must tend to your wounds."
"If you're so concerned why don't you just send me to the emergency room?"
Pavi sighed and scooped her up in a swift motion.
"Put me down!" she yelled. If she weren't in such pain, she would have squirmed out of his arms.
Pavi ignored her and proceeded to carry into the elevator and up to his room. She continued to protest as they reached his room and he set her on the bed. Just then the gentern arrived with the first aid kit and asked Pavi if he needed anything else. He told her no and asked not to mention this to anyone else. The gentern nodded and left. He walked back over to the bed with the first aid kit in his hand.
"Why did you bring me in here, Pavi?"
He said nothing, setting the case down and reached for Jillian's shirt. She quickly smacked his hand away.
"Oh no you don't! I've put up with you Largos enough for one day! I won't stand for this. I'm sick of being one of your little fuck toys, Pavi."
"Who said anything about fucking you?" He reached for her shirt again and used his other hand to pin her down. She continued to protest as he took off her shirt and carefully flipped her on her stomach. He examined the marks Amber had left on Jillian's skin.
"My sister did quite a number on you. You must have angered her more severely then I thought." He reached to open the first aid kit and began to take out some supplies.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he said as he poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. Jillian hissed a bit as she felt the alcohol sting her cuts. She then began to relax a bit when she felt the pain slowly starting to fade away. "Some of these cuts are quite deep, are you sure my brother had no hand in this as well?"
"You'd be surprised how crazy your sister can be."
"Not really. I always just thought she was more manipulative then violent. " After he used the alcohol, he began to rub some ointment on the cuts and bruises as well.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Jillian.
"So they won't get infected."
"No, I mean why are you helping me?"
Pavi shrugged. "These wounds don't suit your lovely skin. Its a shame to see such beauty damaged."
Jillian said nothing. She was still in shock that this was even happening. It was so unlike Pavi. She thought that he would have been delighted to see her in such a state.
"There." he said when he was finished. "You should heal up nicely." He looked down and marveled at her. She was completely defenseless and he could have easily taken right then and there but for some reason he decided against it...for the moment at least. Jillian rose up and put her shirt back on.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but, thank you." she said. She rose up and headed for the door but he blocked her way and grinned at her.
"I think you should stay here tonight." he said.
Jillian rolled her eyes. There he was. "No, Pavi. You said that I could go home."
"I've changed my mind. You're staying here." he said, locking the door. "Are you going to try and stop me?"
Jillian glared at him. Normally she would have tried but she was still in pain and no condition to fight him off. She crossed her arms and let out a defeated sigh. Pavi grinned again and made his way towards her. Jillian groaned. It was going to be a long night.
Meanwhile, Graverobber had just arrived at the GeneCo tower to drop off his order of zydrate. He made his way up the elevator and to Amber's office. He looked around the empty hallway and sighed. He just wanted to get this over with and get out of there. The place gave him the creeps. He was greeted by Amber's bodyguards at the door. "You may go in. Miss Sweet will return shortly." he nodded and they let him in. He looked around the office and took a seat on the couch. By this time the blood had been cleaned up and there was no trace of what amber had done to Jillian. Graverobber looked around some more and checked his watch. 'Where the hell is she?' he thought. He then looked to his desk then back at the door. He slowly rose form the couch and went to Amber's desk. If he was going to wait, he may as well have some fun, he thought. He tried to open one of the desk drawers which of course was locked. He also tried to turn on the computer which was also locked. He sighed. He then turned and saw a bookshelf next to her desk. He went over and grabbed one book that was sticking out when there was a beeping noise and he dropped the book, startled. He turned to see if anyone had heard but the door remained closed. Thats when he noticed the bookshelf had pulled apart and revealed a hidden room. "What the?" he walked into the room and saw that it merely consisted of shelves upon shelves with files stacked on them. He grabbed a file off of the closet shelf to him and took a look. It was GeneCo contract for someone named Robert Anderson who had apparently gotten knee surgery. 'So this is where they keep all their contracts huh? Interesting.' he thought. He looked all around and noticed that the contracts were in alphabetical order, except for one shelf that was marked "Special priority." Again, Graverobber poked his head outside to make sure it was safe, then proceeded to grabbed one files off the shelf. The first one was on Nathan Wallace, Shilo's father. Sure enough the next one was Shilo's, then his. "So I'm special priority now huh? Cool." He then noticed that next to his was none other than "Magdalene Defoe." 'Blind Mag' he thought. Hr reached for her file when another paper slipped out. He reached down to pick it up and read the contract that was for someone named "Jillian Defoe." Graverobber raised his eyebrow. "Mag had a kid?" He then noticed a what seemed to be a photograph on the ground and bent to pick it up. When he turned it over he saw who's picture it was his eyes widened.
"No way."