Chapter one: part I.
author’s note: this is pre-content editing. So for that I apologize, it has been edited once so far. Thanks to Carol for that. Mmmm… so yeah. Enjoy. All characters, plot concepts, belong to me. Thanks.
[ [ chapter I ] ]
“Put on a show,” he tells me. “Take your clothes off and give me some pleasure tonight.” He teases, and they flash their silver smiles snickering. If only they knew. I know that sometime tonight he’s going to pull me aside, as a completely different boy, and that’s going to be the case. He’s prince charming on the outside, but underneath it all – he’s a monster. I smile politely side stepping them, and I’m on my way out.
“Boo,” call his friends, and out of the corner of my eye they’re pushing him playfully towards me. He stumbles, laughing, and they go back to their booze and fun. I’m done, and I continue to make my escape.
I attempt to make it past the people in the crowd, but it’s impossible, and soon I find myself trapped between him and them. He grabs my hand, yanking me back to him, and I wince. Too hard, too soon. I force myself to smile for a few onlookers as they pass, if only to reassure them that everything is okay. They smile back and move on. To them everything is fine, but as I yank back my arm, it’s clear to me it’s miles away from okay. For a moment he’s surprised, but it flickers away and he wraps his hand around my wrist, tightening his hold on me. I try to push him away, but he’s a rock and doesn’t budge. I meet his gaze, his dark green eyes filled with malice and delight, and I realize that instead of making my escape I only seem to be provoking the beast inside.
He pulls me closer to him, I flinch at the sudden contact. But I’m not surprised, I was supposed to do what I’m told – it’s what he paid me to do. And had it been any other night, maybe…just maybe, I would have went along with it. I’d tease him with alluring words, and overused phrases; the ones he used to feed into my mouth, he would get his half hour of fame then we would return to our flamboyant game. That’s the way it would end until the next morning, when the sun would rise and I would have to start all over again. I’m just Nate’s girl, Nate’s fucktoy, and any other night that would have been fine. But tonight wasn’t any other night, and I wasn’t dealing with it. I wanted out, and I didn’t care. I’m there for one reason and one reason only – to add to Nate’s image. But it’s not worth what he pays, and so I’ve decided that I’m done. Behind Nate’s image, it isn’t a pretty sight. Behind his image he’s like something out of a horror movie, what a fairytale morphs into when his door shuts every night.
Before I can open my mouth to shove it in his face, to reveal to the world the monster underneath the prince charming – someone yanks me away from it. In one fell swoop my whole body is flung into another. Everything aches, hardly satisfied with another form of abuse. I fall into the person’s chest and I can’t help but look up at him. I was first struck by two things, for one – he was huge. The next was that he was saving me, a stranger was saving me. Nate is in shock, and so am I; we’re both staring at this outsider, and I couldn’t help but feel for him. He had no idea what he was getting into. He looks down at me with concerned blue eyes and opens his mouth to say something, but Nate stops him in his tracks.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hisses, and I can’t tell if he’s asking me or my savior; the outsider. He interrupted our game, his business and nobody does that –
this poor guy, I wish someone would inform him that I’m Nate’s whore and nothing more. But nobody does, they’re too busy dancing to music that never stopped, even though my whole world has come to halting stop. “Back off,” he hisses through his teeth, his jaw clenched and his eyes flaring. But this man, my hero, isn’t bothered – he turns on his heels, pushing me through the crowd.
“Don’t look back,” he tells me, but, despite this, I do. Nate isn’t happy – not happy at all. One hand goes through his brown locks, and another reaches for his beer bottle so that he can take a swig. He isn’t going to make a scene—not yet, at least.
“You’ll regret that.” I say softly glancing over my shoulder, looking into Nate’s dark green eyes that seemed to spell out my demise. He stops, causing me to run into him, taking my attention away from the one person who I should be worried about.
“You can always go back.” A life of Nate, his stupid parties, and his stupid image. The other option was to go with this stranger, where my fate has yet to be seen. He smiles, and his entire face lights up. “That’s what I thought.”