His Scarred Beauty (Complete)

Chapter 3: Ugly

"When they say ,they hate themselves.

I wonder how the creator will feel, getting cursed by his own creation when he thought.

He made the most beautiful individual known as a human being."
                           - by suzangill©
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               Vivian pov

I walk down the street, my mind repeating the words he just said to me.

"Wh***? He called me a whor*?

When he knows he was the first one I did it with.
The first man I trusted enough to give my soul and body.

Fresh tears leave my eyes and I see the people staring.

Why are they always staring? Don't they have anything else to do?

Ignoring I fasten my footsteps,to only have my ankle burn with the pain.
Lifting my leg and removing my heel ,I walk barefoot.

The pavement was surprisingly cooler in contrast to the humid weather.
The sun was going to set and a new day was going to begin.

I see my street approaching and I pull on the front of my coat. Trying to hide my clothes beneath.
It was not a safe neighborhood to live ,but I didn't had any choice.

It was either this or streets.

There was a group of guys standing in a corner and I just lower my gaze.
Rule 1 of staying out of trouble was to never look at them.

Not caring about my ankle,I limp and struggle to move faster.
When I cross them,I heard one of them whistle at me.

"Ohhh what a face man! Why don't you join us beautiful?"

Another says and I keep walking.
Rule 2 Never respond. Just ignore like they never exist unless....

I hear their footsteps approaching and my hand goes to my worn out bag.
My last resort and unluckily I have to use this last resort quite often these days.

This was the 3 rd time in a month,if it goes to that.

Which I think will go.

They block my path and my footsteps stop.
Their sickening words igniting my anger.
The pain of Ethan's words long forgotten as new difficulties arrive in my useless life.

"Don't ignore us doll. Just a beer? What say?"

I again don't respond. Not even looking up at them.
Hating to see what I was expecting to see in their eyes.

"The girl needs some motivation man-"

And that's when my eyes caught their movement. One of them was taking out his knife. Nothing new. This was expected of goons like him.

Pointing the knife at me, the person looks at his friends and smirks at me.

"Coming?"

He asks and that's when I look up. The anger in my eyes making their smiles to vanish.
Stepping closer I see them look at me in surprise.

I bet they never met someone like me. High time they learn the basic lesson of respect.

"Sure boys. But the place I want to go needs a reservation ?"

They again smile, looking at each other. Thinking I agreed to their pathetic offer.

"Sure doll. Tell us."

Wiping the fake smile from my lips,I hold the handle of the pistol and point it at them.

"In hell"