Prologue:
I never know you since high school, and I think you'll never tell me the past you carry… But I do need your help. I have these… pent up love problems I can't seem to shake off…
My name is Isabella Lycian, and this is my story of how my life gets flipped upside down.
Saints Row 2: Prologue
I usually lean against the wall to wait for some stripper to come to me, not for me to pay them to dance or even to lap dance, but far more fun than what they will ever have. I always be on my phone sometimes when I'm feeling down. The other times is when the strip is crowded and fun to party to. I don't get drunk not until I'm depressed. Trust me, you don't want to know anything when I'm depressed.
A female stripper who is a shy little girl in her mid-20s, "Hello, you want me…? You got me." She looks excited, but I know best. I look for girls who never experienced love, but mostly I've been in this town for too long to know every girl has experienced love already. It's annoying. I need something that keeps my mind going on and on. We're in the back room, she starts to strip down, sitting down on my lap, and touched my waist. She raise her hand to my thigh into my pocket, she already noticed that I carried a gun in a strip club. She freaks out, but I told her, "In my world, no snitches are allowed… Keep quiet and you'll be awarded." She looks at me with frightful eyes, but she continue to have sex with me. Of course, in the back room, I was in the VIP room having sex with a shy girl in her mid-20s.
Successfully enough, but it's not enough to satisfy me. I feel like an asshole for saying that, but it's full of honesty. I drove to the liquor store to buy some wine and head home. I couldn't take much more of this pressure I'm holding onto, I tried to sleep, but it keeps waking me up. This pressure… the feeling of not being loved or something more than anything, it's holding me down. Mom, if you were here, you'll help me with this stupid shit. I don't get drunk like I said, but I went to my fridge to grab a couple of beers to help me sleep. Bad mistake but it was worth it.
In the morning, I received a voicemail from Shaundi. She wants me to talk to her about Johnny. I wonder what's going on with the two of them. "I really want to talk to you about Johnny, it's really something… I can feel it," I listened as I'm drinking beer, sitting back on my bed, listening to her talk. It was really nothing, I'm not relationship material. I can learn from it, but it's too much work. "I shouldn't ask this from you, but can you please let me stay over there with you? I've got lots to talk about, I can already tell you don't want to hear me speak my words out to you…"
Damn right. But I'm doing this for my time, and I might as well cope or what I got to do so far. Shaundi is sweet, generous, but can be selfish and stubborn as well. Plus, that attitude of hers can really get me in places. The voicemail was over, I texted her to let her come over for some time. Not staying over, I've got a lot to do with the gang. Done texting, but didn't do anything around the penthouse so I hopped on my bike and drove around to shoot at some Samedi, Ronin, and the Brotherhood no less. It took seven hours worth the wait, but I still wasn't satisfied. I drove back to the penthouse and I see Shaundi going inside the elevator. Well, you know me, when I don't got nothing to do with my spare time, other than killing a lot of gangs, I sometimes forget to lock the doors. How reckless.
I came up at the elevator and see Shaundi right in front of me. I'm figuring she's leaving because I wasn't there? Too bad girl, I'm here so you stay. I stay on the couch, slouched back with my arms fully extended on the couch with one leg crossed over, and told her what does she want from me. You didn't come all the way here to really stay here with me, I'm going through things that you shouldn't have to know.
"I got no other way to say it so, here it goes… I never know you since high school, and I think you'll never tell me the past you carry… But I do need your help. I have these… pent up love problems I can't seem to shake off…" I put my leg down and got serious, she got on the couch, on her knees too. She grabbed my necklace and smirked at me. "When you told me you were a lesbian in high school, I didn't believe you… But I saw it with my own two eyes… So, if I'm working my differences with Johnny, I'm asking for this once… I want you to kiss me, and tell me how it really feels…"
Huh, I don't know this side of Shaundi, but she wouldn't be asking me this crazy shit. I didn't say anything, I can tell she's suffering and dying to be rightfully loved by Johnny. So I do her a favor, I told her specifically, "You will be here with me but not like in a relationship crap, if you need some tips to use it on Johnny, you come straight to me." She nodded and I kissed her. She didn't kiss back, looks like she's still learning. I told her to kiss me back while I cupped her face to kiss her lips. She kisses me back but stopped for a second. She talked again. "Do you do this to all girls you come across?"
What kind of a question is that?
"They kissed me when they can't resist… I let it happen." She kissed me again, as I let it happen. We kept going until my urges of having sex is coming. But I did felt a slight urge of getting there, it's like some sort of… arousal. Not in a jumpy good way to most girls I have been with, it's more like a weird feeling towards Shaundi. I ignored it regardless of what I was going for, as we pulled each other to my bed and continued it from there.
An hour has passed of us kissing and having sex, I stopped, completely stopped. I wasn't satisfying her, neither was myself. "Why did you stop…? Was there something I did wrong?" I didn't respond at all, I stood up and walked out. What do you think if your woman ask you to do it and it wasn't the satisfaction of pleasure she wanted? That was a very hard moment to me, and I need improve more. I walked back to her and told her to leave. She looked at me, telling me this was a mistake and telling me she's sorry. I haven't responded to that comment, I just wanted her to leave. With all due respect, this is a cruel twist of course because of me fucking things up like it usually does. Believe me, this is the first time wrecking things up with a girl, even Shaundi. A hard moment to let it slip by, I've done it with so many girls I had sex with, even slept with, but this is Shaundi, my partner; most importantly, my friend.
This is Stillwater, the things that I do is wrong, but then I ask myself, what's the point of all this? The people here aren't worth a damn, but they do give you some kind of closure if you find the right crowds. A lack of clarity in which you barely see when you walk around. This is what I have to say for you, a dump full of shitty people who does not care in the world you live upon, a place you don't feel like you're wanted or respected, and a worthless country you can't even call home. Whatever… I'm out.