Chapter 6:The Date Continued.

Sky's POV First Person

I clenched my hands in fists at the side of the table to prevent myself from going over there, grabbing Lola and just kissing her senseless for actually making me feel important. She wasn't simply another person who wanted me to kill something, or wanted me to fuck them because I was devastatingly attractive. She cared about my story, the thing I worked so hard to forget, but I never realized how telling someone who actually wants to know helps. It made me feel like I was on the top of the world. It gave me this light headed feeling when I looked at her, those glossy baby blue eyes glowing with compassion at me, and that sexy golden brown hair that I wanted to snake my hand through and feel brushing on my thighs when she tilted her head back on top of me when I...fu-....no, not that word. Fuck is never what I'll do with Lola, because it's way more than that now.

When I stare at her now, I see no other woman, can think of no one else in any way, except for her. I looked up at her, as she took a shaky breath, her eyes on the ground, distant and far away. That delicious pink tongue flicked out to swipe nervously at her plump lower lip and then her jewel eyes met mine intensely, brimming with memories I was positive she wanted to bury.

" I grew up in California. Not as a surfer chick, or a rich beach house kid. I lived in the ghetto hard core. My mother was a prostitute and drug user, my father had walked out on her the day I was born. I.....I always hated my mother, the way these ugly, greasy men would come to our trailer, and she'd just let them fuck her for twenty dollars for the next fix. I mean, my mother could have been a beautiful woman, but she was just so into drugs, it made her hideous to look at. Her eyes were dark, her vision unfocused, and her body wasting away from her indifference to life itself. Fuck she even had fucking herpes and she didn't even give a damn!"

Lola's expression become livid, her beauteous golden hued skin warmed up in vicious anger, and I felt my eyes narrowing in rage too. How could any mother fuck up a kid like Lola! If she was my kid, I'd do everything for her and love her like I did Ashton. Oh fuck I already knew I was in love with her, but this....wasn't helping to make me run away from that love if she ditched me. Fuck!

"So this one time, she comes home with this middle aged bald guy, who smelled like cheap cigarettes and I was doing my homework. I wasn't a bad kid, I hated drugs and I wanted a way out of my life. So I'd try to study a lot, I also worked three jobs every evening, so I was dead tired. And she came into the room, completely naked and all over the disgusting guy. But when he saw me, he had this sick look in his face. 'I want your daughter and you,'he told my mother. I was thirteen at the time, and so far from naïve, but I remember my eyes widening like a scared kitten . I mean the entire situation was just revolting. I recall looking at my mother for assisstance, as I have when I've been dying of hunger, or begging her to pay the rent and not go shoot up some heroin. But she had this frantic look on her face and then she just said plainly, 'Well, get naked for him baby. Mommy needs her happy needles.'"

Lola's hands were smoothing the beige silk sheeted table absently, but her hands were tense as she did it,her eyes were focused on the past and it made her expression tormented. I wanted to kill them all. They would fucking all die slow, sadistic deaths for even trying to get my Lola into this. " I just walked out. The guy followed me, so I grabbed a scissors from the nearest place, and I kicked him, then I stabbed him in the leg and ran. I just ran. I had that moment of epiphany where I realized. The only thing my mother lives for, is heroin, and I couldn't deal with it anymore." She was silent now, she raised her adorable chin, and crinkled her nose tartly at the look on my face. "You look like you want to carve them in blood and bone,"she remarked in a soft but proud voice. I didn't trust myself not to go into an emotional monologue, so I just nodded and stared into her eyes deeply, letting her know that I'd do just that if she wanted me to. I'd fucking do anything she wanted me to, just to make her forget. I knew what it felt like to just want to escape. I'd help her! She fucking deserved it!

"My mom's dead now, overdose, and the guy, well he's probably dead by now too,"she finally said with a bit of sadness,but a high amount of pleasure was mirrored all over her stunning face. That's my sexy, sadistic Lola! "Where'd you live after that?"I asked her, the anger and possession for her well being in my tone fucking scaring me. Down boy! What the fuck is going on with your emotions?! 'Everything,' my conscience whispered, reminding me that since the day I'd seen Lola, more than just my cock had had a strong reaction. It was her entire presence of mystery and secrecy that had me wanting to get into her pants, and figure her out. Now I was disgusted with myself for simply wanting a good fuck, and taking so long to fall completely for her.