Living Without A Heart

Souls Entwined

A good job, nice house, a husband, and two daughters - I guess you could say that these were the components of the perfect life, right? But what is the cost of this life? What did you have to sacrifice? Was it worth it...?

Alice Susanna Smith was a bad girl from the wrong side of the tracks. She wore tight skinny jeans, crop tops with a flannel shirt tied around her waist and her signature black Southside serpent jacket. Long, blonde curly hair bounced around her as she walked and everyone was jealous.

The girl was very intelligent but she hid that part of her - like it made her vulnerable, or she was afraid it would take away from her 'bad girl' persona. Alice's mother wasn't what you'd call a role model. She drank too much, tended to use drugs and just didn't care all that much about her daughter - perhaps it was because she was what people called a 'bastard' as in illegitimate. The sixteen year old girl had to fend for herself: work, buy clothes and food and  pay for basic needs. All-in-all she was a very lonely girl with no real friends. Oh Alice knew what love was, this was because she lacked it so much...

The Whyte Wyrm was a bar in the Southside, the punters weren't all that friendly, they were mostly angry bikers but they were the Serpents - they were her family. Alice was a bartender there as she needed the money. This was her place, no need to pretend who she was or wasn't she could just be herself and they liked that about her. The downside to being a sixteen year old girl working in a bar full of bikers were some of them got a bit rowdy and touchy but she could handle them (even if this meant that a few of them got a bloody nose). Not to mention a certain brown-eyed boy liked to pop in every now and again and she loved the feeling she got when he did.

"Hey Smith, good afternoon?"
"Hey Jones, not too bad- someone did need telling off though. The usual?" She said laughing whilst pointing to a man with blood covering the bottom half of his face streaming from his nose.

"Does it not bother you? Having to work in a place with men constantly trying to 'grab your attention'?" FP asked with a tinge of concern.
"I don't like it but this is the only place I fit in- not to mention I need the cash" she said with a humourless chuckle.

"Jones, why do you not want people to know you're from the Southside? I mean I am and we've grown up near each other since we were little..." There was a moments consideration of what she was saying "nevermind, no one at schools knows that either, do they?"

"Al, you know I'm not ashamed of you. I just want to have a shot at life and I want to be the first Jones to go to college. I don't want to become my father - divorced and an alcoholic..." FP explained whilst bearing a sad look on his face.

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FP stayed at the bar watching Alice move from table to table giving drinks and taking empty ones away. Dodging out of the way, she moved gracefully away from the multiple hands reaching out for her. He didn't know why but it made him angry to see - he wanted to protect her from the filthy men but she could handle herself.

At last she finished her shift and headed over to the young lad.
"You didn't have to stay you know Forsythe."
"I know," he said innocently "I wanted to - can I walk back with you? "
"Aww what's the matter Jonesy, you afraid of the dark?" She teased
"No but there have been some complaints about you scaring the wildlife!" He returned
"Since when were you an activist for animal welfare?"
"Oh I'm not, but someone's gotta keep you out of trouble haven't they"
"Is that you speaking as a friend or a body guard?" Alice asked this with a more melancholic tone.
FP said just one word before walking out and holding the door open for her.. "friend" with a small smile she followed him out through the door.

They walked side by side, ever close, never touching until they looked over to each other. Eyes locked onto each other, hearts racing, holding their breath they both ran into each other like two magnets- opposites yet perfect for the other. Lips crashed together falling deeper and deeper into each other. Hands ran up and down Her back and landed back on her hips. FP picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist- one arm around his neck the other holding his face - never once breaking their kiss.
The two sixteen year olds gave themselves to each other that night. Mind, body, and hearts all synchronised - in that moment they really knew each other, no words were needed to be said. Their souls became entwined from their night of passion but this they didn't know...