I've got bad writers block for everything
Pic of Reece who i decided would be that one 5sos guy Luke I think his name is xD
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School rant sesh HERE WE GO SKIP IF YOU WANT
Junior year seriously fuckin sucks. The years before REALLY sucked, but this year, it's starting to suck AGAIN! My "best friend" doesn't give a shit about me anymore. I'm only there for her when it suits her, and when I'm anxious, or upset, she just doesn't care. I come to her with my problems and she just looks bored, meanwhile, I'm here for her with all her shit, and it's just annoying as hell.
ALSO SINCE I'M COMPLAINING MIGHT AS WELL ADD IN THE FACT I HAVE FINALS AND SATS COMING UP AND ALL MY FRIENDS HAVE BETTER GRADES THAN ME IN ALL THE CLASSES WE TAKE AND IT IS SO ANNOYING TO ALWAYS HAVE THEM TALKING ABOUT THEIR AS WHILE I'M GETTING BS AND DS ON FRICKING TESTS ALL THE FRICKIN CHICKEN TIME A;SLKDFAJ;LKDFJ
Ughhh well there's that, sorry bout it, and now here's the chapter since I'm sure most of ya'll didn't read that ^
Venus's POV***
Run. Keep running, don't look back, just keep moving. It was what she always said when she was ushering me out of the bus at midnight. But why were we running, and more importantly, who were we running from?
"Venus, honey, I love you, okay? I love you, please, just, just don't leave me okay honey? It'll be okay," she said with a forced grin, but as usual, it seemed like she was trying to convince herself.
"You say that every time," I said with a frustrated groan. She wiped a stray hair out of her face and leaned down.
"Venus, it's just a little more money, I just need a little more then we're set honey, okay?"
I frowned but still nodded at my mother. Her wide eyes seemed somewhat relieved, but as usual, she grabbed my hand, we took off running.
"Mom!" I screamed, coming to a stop. It was going to happen, I was waiting for it. 3, 2, 1 . . .
I shot up, sweat forming at my forehead, which incidentally seemed to be pounding. "Oh God," I mumbled, rubbing my temples. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back down on the pillow - which by the way - was strangely soft. Wait. Too soft. My pillows were lumpy and hard. What the hell?
I shot up once again and actually looked at my surroundings. The room around me was spacious and luxurious - the complete opposite of my living quarters.
"What the shit?" I whispered. I looked down to see I was in a night gown. Oh shit, oh shit what happened last night?! The bed's sheets were sleet grey and silky, with - of course - fluffy pillows. The bed was huge, and was at least a King. To my right was a black night stand with a fancy silver lamp with a small string dangling low.
I thrust the covers off my body and turned, my feet now touching the dark apple wood ground.
I felt my heart race pick up and all kinds of scenarios began to play in my head. It felt like there was a rave going on my head and people were jumping and fist pumping. I rubbed my temples again and opened my eyes to scan the room again. I didn't know anyone with this kind of wealth hidden in their pockets.
The sound of footsteps began to echo in the halls outside of the door and I couldn't help but get to my feet and run around the side of the bed and duck down. My head and my heart began to pound once more as I hid down on the side of the bed.
The door opened but I couldn't see who walked as I tried to keep myself from being seen.
"I heard you thumping on the ground you know."
What? Confused, and somewhat humiliated, I peeked up from the bed.
"You?" My voice came out breathless. Oh God, Oh God, what happened last night?
"Me," Demetri said with a smile. I felt my face heat up and I stood up in full. I glanced down at myself, sending a silent prayer to anyone out there who felt like lessening this awkward run in.
"Um, did you and me . . "
"No, we didn't," Demetri replied, walking over. I studied him in his tight black shirt and loose jeans. Even casual he didn't look all too shabby. Hell, he couldn't look shabby even if he tried. Me on the other hand, I had no clue what I looked like.
"Well then what am I doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my bare chest.
"You got hammered, I was in the area, and you seemed to be having a really rough time, so I just helped."
Wow, that was convincing. Not.
He outstretched his hand and held a glass of water and some pills in his other hand. "I figured you might not be feeling all that well," He said with a shrug. He kept his face hidden from me as I took the objects from his hand.
Skeptical, I stared at the pills. "It isn't acid Venus," He said with a flat stare, his dark eyes coming off as annoyed. I frowned.
"Well for all I could know you could be an axe murderer, or a rapist or kidnapper!" I accused.
He let out a slight chuckle.
"Only on Fridays," He replied. I scrunched my nose at him.
"Well then explain this," I gestured to the purple nightgown that barely went past mid thigh.
"You're right," He said, lifting himself off the bed, and beginning to walk towards me with painfully slow steps around the king.
I took a hesitant step back as his gaze seemed to hold both fire and ice, and maybe, just maybe, not all things nice.
"I took advantage of you," He said, his voice deep and low as he took another step towards me. I tried to move, but I was frozen.
"I ripped off your clothes, and much like a pervert, did unthinkable things to you," He whispered. Just one more step and I'd be able to touch him.
His eyes captured mine like a horse to a lasso, and I couldn't seem to break free from the binding ropes. Though his eyes were dark, there was so much more inside them, I wondered if others realized this, or if he knew I saw this. Was his cold and oddly off-standish personality just some facade?
Then it hit me. He was simply testing me, seeing if I would believe him and run off like an idiot. Frazzled by both this realization and our profoundly close vicinity, I shoved my hand to my mouth, popped the pills through my lips, and chugged the water from the glass with closed eyes.
Upon opening them I saw Demetri with crossed arms, raising an eyebrow at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You should eat something."
"Wait, I want my clothes and an explanation of last night," I replied.
"Your clothes are still washing. I had to wash them twice." He gave me a flat look. I sucked on my teeth and looked away from him, wanting the ground to swallow me up.
"Okay," I muttered, lightly tugging the silky cloth down my legs a little more. "Why are you watching me?" I asked, looking at the ground with my fingers still wrapped on the night gown. My question seemed to have surprised him seeing as his eyes widened.
"Hang on," he said, walking behind me and disappearing into a hallway that probably led to his bathroom or fancy walk in closet. I didn't take long for him to return with a grey sweatshirt in his hands.
"Here," He said, handing it to me. I smiled lightly. "Thanks." I put it on over my head.
It dropped to my knees, making me feel much better and warmer.
"So, you mentioned food?" I murmured, playing with the long sleeves.
"This way," He said, grabbing my hand. A sharp zap sparked from our touch and traveled down my arms to my spine. I froze. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded way too quickly. "Yep!"
As he began to pull me through the halls, I kept my eyes wandering around his fancy place, but I couldn't help but keep an eye on our interlocked hands in intervals. I gulped, feeling my face grow warm. I shook my head and tried to not look at it, but it seemed nearly impossible.
I was pulled into a huge room that consisted of money. There was an enormous kitchen clad in fancy attachments like microwaves or other small things I could never afford. The counters were steel and screamed chic and edgy. Across from the kitchen, there was a round glass table with two fancy chairs placed opposite of each other. A glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, each crystal hanging off gleamed with wealth.
Demetri didn't hesitate to lead me to the kitchen, releasing my hand and walking to his metallic fridge. I stared at my hand, noticing the tingles, but shook it off and sat on the cold counter
"So, this is your home eh?" I asked, still staring at every detail.
"Yes Ma'am."
"What about your brothers loft?" I asked. He bent down to grab something from the bottom part of his fridge.
"I go sometimes. It's convenient for me when I'm in certain parts of town," He answered. He turned to set down some ham, sausage and pancake mix on the counter, but turned to find something else in his cabinets
"Where are we then?" I asked.
"Downtown, about 20 minutes from the loft and about 30 from your apartment," He answered. I smiled, dreaming about what it would be like to live in this kind of a place, all while owning that cozy loft.
He began to pull out separate pans and bowls, throwing in mixtures of powders in one and meats in the other, then set one on the stove.
"Hope your good with-"
"I love it," I told him. He smiled, this time, the ice in his eyes seemed to have melted. "Good."
And with that he turned his back to me and began his master piece.
"So, about last night."
"Is there anything you do remember?" He asked. I frowned, praying I hadn't done anything stupid.
"Well I just know me, Will, Moira and Reece had been at Joes but I got really drunk really fast and then I used the bathroom and . . It gets kind of hazy around there," I explained. Demetri began to make whatever it was he planned on us having.
"Like you said, you got drunk - really drunk, and started to throw up in the bathroom before passing out."
"Really?" I asked. He nodded, turning to stare at me with cold eyes.
"Well then how do you fit into the picture?" I asked. Demetri paused, and glared at the tiles.
"Well, I again I was around the area and I know Reece through work and I said I'd take care of you since you're a ways away from your home."
"Why didn't you just take me to Will's or Moira's?"
"Both of them were just about as drunk as you and barely hanging on for dear life."
"Why not drop me off at my place?"
"I didn't see your keys on you."
"My lock is broken, I don't carry them on me sometimes."
"How would I have known that?"
"I dunno, how would you?" I tested.
Everything was too much of a strange puzzle right now. Demetri was always around when it seemed I needed him to be. But last night felt strange and weird, and I had a feeling more than just me throwing up happened. I had a gut feeling, but if it were true, why is he lying to me? If it's not, why am I being so paranoid?
"Shit," I mumbled. "My shift, I'm so late for work."
"I'm sure one of your friends will tell Marge you're not able to go in." Demetri turned the stove on low, then turned and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.
"You said they were just as drunk as me," I pointed out, crossing my arms and mirroring him.
"Unlike you, some can hold their liquor better," He scoffed. I scowled at him.
"Besides that, how do you feel?" He asked, raising his brows. I let out an over dramatic sigh. "Like I got hit by a truck."
"Don't jinx yourself," He said. I let out a small laugh, him following suit. I savored every second of his deep voice making the sound I rarely had a chance to hear.
"So, where are you from?" He asked, sobering up a little. I frowned. "Chicago. You?"
"Texas."
"Oh gross, it'd be too hot for me, I can see why you left," I teased.
"The heat didn't help much. Why'd you leave Chicago - if you don't mind my asking," He said, lifting his hands up in defense.
"Well . . ." I trailed off. Where do I even begin with why I left? "I just wanted a fresh start ya know?" I asked. "All too well actually," He replied. I held my breath and felt a shiver run down my spine as his eyes grew with intensity - which they seemed to do often. Then I realized it - it was that connection; that small little instance. It was clear as day, but to me it made things just about as clear as mud.
It seemed like everyone here had a story to tell, but no one seemed quite ready to talk about theirs.
"Do you miss it at all?" I asked. He nodded but shrugged at the same time. "Sometimes."
"Why sometimes?" I asked, beginning to play with the long sleeves on the sweatshirt I forgot I was wearing.
"I miss the people there, but I like the people here more."
I looked up at him, but he was busy making some concoction of food.
Speaking of people, and liking them, I find myself suddenly thinking about the library and the odd events from earlier in the week. That strange man was so angry at old Richard, and to top off the weird, his dog was going nuts which didn't happen often. I wonder what was up with the two of them? I made it a point to visit Richard soon to see if he was alright.
"So how'd you get to working at the diner?" He asked.
"Well I came when I was 16 and just kind of asked for a job."
"That's it? And Marge just gave it to you?" He asked, grabbing plates from a cupboard. I nodded, remembering how kind she had been when I stood there in the pouring rain, dripping with water and fear. I smiled at the memory.
"She's a good person," Demetri commented. I nodded.
"How do you know her?" I asked.
"It was just the first place I went to when I came to this town is all," He said.
"How do you Diego and his friend?" I suddenly bursted. I couldn't help it. It had been on the tip of my tongue.
"They just cause problems for me and my . . . friends." He said the last word as though it'd never been spoken.
"Like?"
He grunted. "They're bad people and bad people do bad things."
"I disagree."
"What?" He asked, seeming shocked.
"Well, I think good people do bad things all the time."
"I suppose that's true," he said, as though he'd never thought of it that way. I smiled to myself. "Here," He said, handing me a porcelain plate. My smile turned into a grin at the though of food. I hopped off the counter and made my way next to him.
"I also believe, that bad people are very much capable of doing good things," I muttered as I added some pancakes, sausage and bacon to my plate and sat down.
"And why do you think that? If they were doing good things, that would mean they are good people," He replied, sitting at the fancy glass table. I sat on the opposite side and shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth.
"Eh, personally I think there's bad and good in everyone and we just need to decide which to act on in situations." I began to dump syrup on my pancakes till they were swimming in it.
"Would you like some pancakes for your syrup?" He asked, pointing a fork at my plate. I laughed. "I enjoy sweet things, in case you couldn't tell."
"I don't know who wouldn't be able to tell," He said as he began to eat his food in a much more graceful manner.
I realized just how great his cooking skills were and I allowed the conversation to die, floating on cloud 9 after devouring breakfast.
Afterwards, he had to take a business call so I began to clean up the plates and wash them in the sink.
"No, I said I don't want her involved."
I heard through the walls. I turned the sink onto a lower setting and tried to listen even more.
"This is ridiculous, you should know better, she's one of them."
Who was he talking about? Who was "she" and who was "them"?
"My situation and yours are completely different, and hearing of them both are beginning to bore me."
He seemed to pause. I leaned in further to see if I could hear more.
"Make sure she . . ." He began to whisper. I cursed in my head. Great. Now I couldn't hear jack squat! Backing away from the corner, I made my way back to the kitchen and continued to clean the plates and silverware.
I heard him from a distance join me in the kitchen. "Everything all good?" I asked, keeping my back turned to him.
"Yeah, just work, nothing serious."
Sounded serious. I thought to myself with a snort.
"Go dinner to with me."
I dropped the sponge, allowing it to plop into the soapy water and splash me. I turned but stumbled and tried to find my footing. I reached for something to hold me up, which, lucky little me, was the stove. Fire licked my hand, causing me to recoil.
"Ow!" I shrieked, holding my hand. In an instant, Demetri was near me, holding up my singed palm. It was red and the stinging felt like a hundred hornets attacking my hand.
He reached right over, pushing his chest to mine, and turned on the faucet. I held my breath as he whirled me around and held my hand under the running water, which seemed to help immensely. The burn lessened along with the stinging. I let out a breath of relief, but when I tried to move and realized he was still hovering behind me, I became rigid again.
"That wasn't quite the answer I was looking for," He said with a slight chuckle.
"I-I'm sorry, you just caught me by surprise is all," I said through clenched teeth. I could feel the light hum of his beating heard on my back as he stayed completely still.
"It's alright, I apologize." With those words, he moved away from me, his warmth going with him. I turned the sink off, and took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I closed my eyes, Moira and Marge's words fresh into my mind. He's trouble. They had both said it to me.
Normally, trouble was frightening. But why didn't I feel frightened? Intimidated, yes for sure, but he'd come to my rescue way too many times for me to feel afraid.
"No don't apologize it's okay, I'm just a clumsy person," I said, turning around to face the music. I jumped back, nearly clashing into him. How did he get right behind me? I couldn't hear a single thing from him.
"While that may be true, hang tight for a second, I have something for your hand." He said, turning his back and leaving me in my lonesome in this kitchen. I frowned What was I going to say? He was so abrupt. I barely knew him - though it felt like I'd known him for a long time. Then I knew I'd face the wrath of Moira and Marge if they knew I was going to have dinner with him, but they weren't in charge of what I do or what I want. I was a grown up, I could make my own choices and if they end up being the wrong ones, then I'll learn my lesson and move on with life.
He walked back through the hallway, gesturing me to follow him, so I did. He led me to the living room, sitting me down on the plush white couch. I sat, allowing him to do the same next to me. He tenderly grabbed my hand and turned it. I took a deep breath as it felt like a sword pierced my skin. He lifted his eyebrows, looking up at me through his messy dark hair. I looked away, unable to handle his gaze right now
He pulled out some gauze along with a little red bottle "What is it?" I asked. "It's this medicine for burns. A long time ago my brother spilled hot water on himself and it left a nasty burn on his stomach, but this stuff helped him out, and he didn't even have a scar."
"Wow, sounds too good to be true, don't you think?"
"Some things are," He replied while opening the bottle and pouring some onto a cotton ball. The blood red liquid soaked up the white. He began to dab it on my skin. There was no way I could get out of this one without it scarring. My skin was puffy, red, and had cross marks on it. I bit my lip to prevent myself from whining.
A cooling feeling enveloped my palm and I felt odd tingles. The pain stopped but the marks remained. "Shnazzy," I remarked.
He smiled, and grabbed the gauze, holding up my hand. I bit my lip, this time to keep from making a befuddled face.
He began to delicately wrap it around my hand. Each time he wound the white strips around my palm, a barley noticeable electric current would tickle my palm, which I had to believe was the medicine trying to work.
"Thank you, again," I groaned.
"You sound really enthusiastic," he said with a raised brow, as he began to put the tools away in a small box.
"I mean, I promise I'm a lot more independent than I seem lately."
"I know," He said, staring at me. I frowned, and looked away.
"I don't mind it though," He said, getting up. I followed him back into the kitchen. "What don't you mind?" I asked.
"Saving you all the time. It's fun, and I don't get fun very often."
"Well, don't get used to it," I snorted. He turned his head and smirked at me, sending a shiver down my spine. "I think you're the one who needs to get used to it."
I gave him a hardened look.
"I'll make you a deal."
He faced me and crossed his arms. "Let's hear it."
"I'll eat dinner with you under one condition."
His eyes widened in shock. "And what would that be?"
I smiled. "You can't talk to me for 5 days."
"Why?" He asked, seeming defensive. I put my hands up in defense.
"Because, I'm proving I'm independent, which I am, but obviously I have to show some people that. There will be no letter D, as far as I'm concerned," I said with a malicious grin. He rolled his eyes but seemed amused either way.
"Do we have a deal Demetri?" I asked, holding out my unscathed hand. He grinned.
"We have a deal Venus." And so we shook.
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