I couldn't shake the feeling of his hands, or his lips. Even after I had left, even after we had gotten back to the motel. I felt like throwing up and crying but mostly nervous. Delilah and I hadn't talked the whole walk back. She seemed annoyed and upset at the same time.

"What's going on Ally?" she asked, closing the door behind her.

I shook my head and pulled out a cigarette, placed it between my lips and pulled out my lighter. I tried to light it while Delilah stared at me, and I couldn't light it. Finally she walked over and took the lighter, produced the small flame and lit my cigarette. I took a deep breath then began.

"When I we were at the tattoo place I was waiting for my artist and this other guy came in and took me to the boss's office. The boss was Paul; Jay came late so Paul did my tattoo. And tonight at eleven I have to go to their house and do something because he thinks I'm a hooker," I rambled, she looked at me strangely.

"Slow down, so you're going over tonight so you can get Jay," she asked sitting down on her bed.

"I don't know. I made him think I was a hooker so he'd give me his address and so now he wants me to go over tonight," I say, she shakes her head.

"Oh and another thing Delilah," I turn and pull out the picture I took from his office, handed it to her.

She took the picture as if it were something special, he eyes shined and her lip trembled, "Where'd you find this?"

"Paul's office, I wanted to know why you were in the picture," I asked.

He turned her head, stood took a cigarette, lit it then began.

"Paul and I were really close. Jay had known Paul since I was super little, when Jay decided to move out when he turned 18 he took me with him to Pauls. When I turned 18, my brother was in Alabama with our grandparents. I was with Paul the whole week, so I got a wonderful idea. Paul worked at a tattoo parlor; he did the feather on my arm. I got more tattoos; I became a lot harder and less innocent. And when they got into drugs I stopped, I took Jay in the middle of the night back to Grandparents. Jay got him healthy, we moved back to Miami. And Paul was pissed that I had left, We were really close. It's all history now," she finishes, her eyes say something different.

"We need to get ready for tonight; and you can't wear that," she said looking me up and down. I stood and walked over to her.

"Well duh, but do just keep corsets with you," I joked, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"Well no but I have a vest, that you could wear," she laughed pulling out a leaver black vest and showing it to me.

"Okay and what else a mini skirt, I have a pair of cut offs," I said, walking over to my suitcase and pulling out the two items.

"Perfect," she said smiling at me.

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I am not the same size as Delilah. This vest is so tiny, it's like I am wearing a corset. I did my usual, red lipstick, black eye makeup. I wore my hair down and straightened, and I wore a pair of black heals. It was ten thirty when we left, she agreed to watch the house while I was in there and I was going to text her when we could get Jay out. Paul lived on the other side of town, a good twenty minute drive. I knocked at 11 on the dot. Paul answered the door . . . shirtless.

I tried to think about Austin, his blonde hair, his sweet smile. Then I thought about the record deal. Trust me, I didn't want to cheat on Austin. All that happened was a few kisses. But what happened was out of my control.

Like I was saying, I walked in and greeted by Paul. He showed me in, his hand never leaving my exposed lower back. He sat me down at the sofa and leaned against the wall.

"Wanna beer?" he asked.

I shook my head no, "Can I have cigarette though?"

He chuckled, nodded and pulled a pack out of his back pocket. He made a slow, confident stride to me. He handed me the cigarette, I rest it between my lips. He pulls out a red lighter and lights my cigarette, never breaking eye contact.

"How's your neck feeling?" he asks, his kindness throws me but then I remember what he wants.

"It feels fine, a little sore," I say truthfully, he smirks and lights a cigarette for himself. He sits across from me in a ratty olive green chair. His house is what I imagined. There was a flat screen TV on the wall opposite from me. The coffee had two remotes, four Xbox control, a bong, and bag of weed.

"That won't be the only thing that's sore after you leave tonight?" I internally cringed at his words, I had no intention of sleeping with him, it was find Jay and get out. How I was going to do that, I don't know.

I stood suddenly, "Where is the bathroom?"

He flicked his ashes then took a drag, a minute later he says, "Down the hall to the left, last door on the right."

I nodded then squired through the arch way, I stopped and looked both ways, the right to what looked like the kitchen. The left had two doors on each side. The first door was locked, music had started from the living room. I thanked whoever was looking after me, and continued on. The door across was empty, I assumed it was Pauls. I tried the last door, it was dark, my vision blurred trying to focus onto something in the room. Finally my eyes adjusted onto the sleeping figure in the bed, I sigh. The weight I didn't know I was carrying lifted off of my shoulders. I closed the door quietly and walked into the bathroom.

The plan was I was supposed to "distract" Paul while Delilah snuck in through the kitchen door and got Jay out. I sent her a quick text telling her the last door to the left was Jay's room and that he was asleep. I reapplied my lip stick and walked back to the living room. Paul was sitting in his chair, with his eyes closed. I leaned against the arch watching him, his eyes slid open. They were glossy, just like Jay's had always been.

"So who do you work for?" he asked, I smirked and pushed myself from the archway.

"Self employed," I say, I walk and stand in front of him.

His warm hands rest on the exposed skin, "Isn't that dangerous? You know, a pretty girl like you, without any one looking out for you."

He pulled my closer to him, his hand wrapped around my thigh. Pulling my knee on to the chair next to his thigh, I cleared my throat, "Well I'm a big girl, besides I only go with the guys I like."

His bottom lip dragged through his teeth, "I swear to god you'll be the death of me. I haven't known you for twenty four hours and I just want to take you out and spoil you."

"Oh," my mouth opened and closed several times, "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Well a tatted, blonde, badass," he paused to pull me closer, "You're something out of my dreams."

I blushed and settled completely into his lap, it was now or never. I didn't know when Delilah would come and get Jay. I had to distract him, I'm supposed to be a hooker so I kissed him.

I settled completely into his lap and took his head in my hands, I leaned to brush my lips against. His hand snaked around my back and his hand rested on the back of my neck, he pulled me in and kissed me. He kissed me roughly, pulling me closer until there was so space between us. I pulled back to just turn my head and kiss him again. Our tongues danced and teased. I ground down into him, he groaned against my mouth. That's when the music stopped, my ears picked up on the voices. And so did Paul's.

His head rested against the back of the chair, the voice was Delilah's.

"Jay you have to walk with me come on, one foot in front of the other," she said, Paul smirked.

"Well, well, well," he laughed pushing me from his lap. I stood on wobbly legs as Paul got up and walked over to the hallway.

"If it isn't dear, old Delilah," he taunted, there was a thud and then silence.

"Paul," she addressed, I couldn't see her but I knew that see was in front of Paul.

"Sweat Cheeks, why don't you leave Jay and come sit in the living room," he commanded then looked over to me, "You too."

Delilah walked into the room and shot me a worried glance. We sat side by side on the couch, Paul moved in the hall. I stared at our shoes, Delilah was wearing black strappy heels, with ripped denim jeans, with a white shirt covered with an maroon leather jacket.

Paul dragged Jay into the room and dropped him in the other chair next to the one Paul sits in.

Paul grabbed his bottle of beer and looked at the semi-awake Jay, he nodded his head then threw contents of the beer in his face. Jay's eyes instantly opened, "What the fuck Paul!?"

His eyes focused on his sister and his ex girlfriend sitting across from him, "Delilah? Ally? Why are you guys here?"

Delilah opened her mouth to speak but Paul began, "Well it seems that Delilah does what she does best, get you away from me."

Delilah rolls her eyes and Jay shakes his head, "Why is Ally here?"

"I don't know. Why are you here?" Paul said, he knew why but he wanted to embarrass me.

"I'm here to help Delilah," I say slowly looking over at his sister.

Paul smirked and lit a cigarette, "Well isn't this sweet. You, me, Jay, and Ally, our new friend. It's like a goddamn reunion. It's so nice to finally get to talk about what happened but first let's celebrate. Jay, a beer? Ally? I know what you want Delilah, give me a moment."

He walks out of the room, Delilah cranes her neck then looks at Jay, "We need to leave and your coming with me."

Jay shakes his head, "No, I'm staying."

"God damnit Jay, your fucking up all over the place. You. Are. Leaving." Delilah said, Paul walked back in the room.

He set down two beers and a bottle of vodka, "Ally I hope you like beer."

"Oh she does," Jay eyed me and then picked up his beer.

"Wait. Hold up, this is the Ally," Paul asked opening the bottle of vodka, "Well shit, nice to meet you Ally, you are one HELL of a-"

"Paul. We don't have time for this," Delilah started.

"Wait what were you saying Paul," Jay added in.

"Oh I was just saying that Ally was just one hell of a-"

"I swear to fucking god, Paul stop stalling," she yells standing. Paul stands as well, he is a lot taller than her, his eyes have razor sharpness to them, but he smiles.

"Oh Delilah how rude of me, please take your jacket off," he offered politely. Delilah stood her ground but he was challenging her. She mouthed the word 'fuck' then shrugged her jacket off. She was wearing a top that dipped all the way until the end of her jeans, her wings were fully exposed.

"Jay, have you ever seen her back?" Paul asked, Jay shook his head slowly.

"Turn around," he commanded, she turned slowly and jay leaned back and groaned.

"Ally, has Delilah told you about our shared past?" I shook my head.

"Well you see Jay and I have known each other since we were about six, I'm from New York and when I moved down here I met these two. Their father was a jackass and when Jay was 18 he moved in with me, my family moved back to New York when I was sixteen and left the house to me. Jay was always a little fucked up, he came home one night when Delilah was still 16, with two hookers and an ounce of crack. I was at work, Jay was higher than a fucking kite and Delilah was scared shitless in the other room. Don't get me wrong I have done it before but I prefer pot any who. Jay got worse and worse, he went to his grandparents and left his dear old sister with me. Fast forward a year and Jay tells her what really happened to their mom, she flips goes off on a drinking splurge. I find her half way across the city in a bar talking to some biker. After she left with Jay I didn't see her for a few years. Then six months ago she comes to my parlor and gets the wings done."

I stare at her completely confused, "And it is not my fault that Jay is fucked up on crack again, that is his dumbass choice."

There was six minutes of silence, "I'll go with you."

"Oh thank god," Delilah sighed with happiness.

"But," he smirked.

"But?"

"Ally has to do a line," he said taking a sip of beer.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"You heard me, Paul would you do the honor?" Jay asked.

"No. You want her to do that, you deal with it," he sat back in his chair and drank the other beer.

Jay stands and walks over to the a book shelf over in the corner. He pulls a small bag then walks back over to the table, he forms a line and opens his hand. Jay is less than an arm's length from me. I smile sweetly and lean down to the table, I make eye contact with him then suck in a breath and blow the line into his face. there is a small cloud, "You fucking bitch-"

I pick up the discarded bottle of beer from earlier and hit him in the side of the head. His anger dissolves as he slumps against the chair. Paul laughs out loud, "Well do you need help carrying him out?"

Delilah looks shocked but nods, "Sorry Delilah but I wasn't going to do a line."

She looks at her sleeping brother, "No, no. its fine, really. I am just relieved that this was easy."

Paul helps us out the door and he helps carry Jay to the car. Delilah and him have a hushed conversation before she gets in the car. She sighs deeply and rests her head against the drivers seat, "You ready?"

I smile but remember I left my purse next to Paul's chair, "Oh shit, I forgot my purse give me a second."

I run across the street and knock on the door. Paul opens it and lets me grab my purse, I'm about to walk out but he gently grabs my wrist, "I meant what I said Ally, I would give anything to have to you as my girlfriend. That Austin guy is lucky."

His words melt me, I leave before he can say anything else. My hands are shaking when I get back in the car, Delilah glances over but doesn't say anything. We stop by the hotel to grab our things, Jay had woken up after we checked out. Delilah gave him some Nyquil, and he fell back asleep.

I had changed into one of Austin's crew necks and leggings with a pair of converse. Delilah changed into a wife beater, a sweatshirt and a pair of sweats and converse, we both stripped of the layers of makeup.

We were driving to the other side of Florida, I watched the road signs as we left Hialeah and headed towards Pelican Bay where Jay's and Delilah's grandparents live. It was only an hour drive, I knew that. So I pulled my legs up and leaned against the window.

I woke up to Delilah shaking me awake. I looked at the clock, it was two o'clock in the morning. We were parked in a long drive way. There was a large two story house along with a smaller one story next door. I looked up and got out. There was an old couple standing on the porch outside the two story house.

"Where is he?" the old woman asked Delilah.

"In the back Mayma," she said. Delilah led me up the stairs and showed me my room. I went back to sleep after that.

When I woke it wan noon the next day, light streamed into the room through two large picture windows on both sides of my bed.

I stretched and got out of my bed. I checked my phone, countless messages from Dez and Trish, none from Austin.

I quickly dialed Trish, she answered on the third ring.

"Hey Ally what's going on?"

"Hi Trish, I think I should be asking you that question."

"Austin is wondering where you are."

"Can I ask you an honest question Trish?"

"Of course."

"Why is Austin acting like a lost puppy?"

She sighed, she sounded tired, "I don't know."

I shook my head, "Is he there?"

She paused, "Dez? Is Austin awake?"

"Hello?" Austin voice was rough and tired.

"Hey Austin," I whisper.

"Ally?"

"Mhn."

"Where are you?"

"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking."

He sucked in a breath, "Ally this isn't a game. Where are you? I'll come get you."

I held the phone away from me for several moments, I put it back up to my ear.

"You think that I can't take care of myself Austin? I am currently fine, you don't control me. And don't you even think about picking me up, you sit tight and do what you do best. Make decisions without me, maybe I didn't want Miami Records recording my songs. Remember when I decided that I didn't want to sign with them because they wanted to change my songs and get me a song writer. Whatever fine, I approve of any little fuck up you do. You want to sign with a shitty label, fine. You want to fuck with my hard work, fine. You want to take advantage of what I did for you, fine. But you can expect a very cold Ally, I have to go. I need to attend a gang rape at one," I hung up then turned my phone off.

The house was airy with open windows and light streaming in through every open window, the floors were wood they kept the house cool. Delilah was down stair drinking coffee with the old lady from last night.

"Good morning, you must be Ally. You can call me Mayma," her voice was silk, she poured me a cup of coffee.

"But-" I began, she shook her head and handed me the coffee.

"No, Delilah has told me all about you," she winked, "I have two grandkids, I wanted six. You are now my third."

We spent the day helping Mayma getting Jay sorted.

"I know it's bad to keep him in that little house, but it's going to take at least three months to get him off of all the shit he was on."

She said it with such confidence as she removed the side house of all the sharp objects and filled it with books.

Later Delilah told me she used to be a nurse, her grandfather was a sobering coach for the navy. Around four o'clock we walked down to the beach, her Mayma told me about her life. I loved hearing about it, I never heard these things from my grandparents. My mother's parents lived in Maine and my father's parents both were dead.

We stayed until Sunday, I had given Mayma my number and she told me to come and visit. Delilah spent the morning with Jay, after we drove back.

We didn't speak, so she turned on the radio.

"Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did," I bit my lip, she slowed the car.

She held my hand and we both belated the lyrics, we both has a second meaning for the song. I stayed the night at her house.

Monday I had to deal with yet another series of apologies from Austin. My head was in Hialeah and my heart was in Pelican Bay. But my body, my body was here in Miami. Standing in Austin's crowded living room. It wasn't really crowded, Trish and Dez were sitting in the love seat. Austin was crowding me, I love him. I love Austin. But everything was running through my head, every time I closed my eyes. I saw that damned purple Mohawk, every time I licked my lips I felt the lip ring. And when I took a deep breath I would see his bare chest decorated in tattoos. But when I opened my eyes I saw Austin and that warm feeling flooded into me, the one I knew where I was loved and I leaned over and kissed him tenderly. Trish and Dez left after that I held him. Later, I sat on the counter while he made spaghetti. He turned to grab the salt and I grabbed his hand. He looked confused but he put the salt back down.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I pulled him close, and wrapped my arms under his arms. His arms wrapped around my neck.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled it over and over again it into his neck.

He reassured that it was okay but he didn't know. Guilt over took me. I didn't want to lose Austin. I never wanted to lose him.

I pulled away and looked at him, "Austin, listen to me. I'm going to get tattoos and I'm going to drink and smoke and be stupid and work at a bar and be impossible sometimes. But that's who I am, I know you don't know that me. But I'm not going to pretend to be sweet innocent Ally anymore. I get what I want when I want it. See this," I showed him my wrists where the tattoos were, "I remember her Austin, but that all she is now. A memory. Now I'm this Ally, and whether you like it or not I'm staying this way."

He kissed me, "I love you if you shaved your head and called yourself Paul. I'll love you until the sun burns us up. I love you Ally Dawson. I love you."

I kissed him.

"I love you too."

Hello!

If anyone actually reads this then it's about the future about this story.

I'm planning to write twenty chapters at least, twenty five at most.

Then there will be two more additions to this story. The next one with be a prequel, and the third will be the aftermath.

Please review, every review helps my writing. IF you want to give me advice then please do.

Or comment your favorite answer the questions that I talked about in the beginning.

Paul and Austin?

What do you think happened to Delilah's mom?

What do think Ally is going to do about Paul?

Please PLEASE review. Thank you for reading!