One girl, A criminal Oneshots

Unimaginable but very real

It took a long, long time of absence for your mind to recover, for your whole body, your muscles to ease little by little, for finally a sound, just something that comes from the depths of your soul. It was hard, really hard because the emotions were waking up slowly but in fire.

Here she's breaking the ice : "I-is this your daughter Daniil... ? "

Your father then frowns slightly and looks at his friend questioningly : "Yes, why ? "

Gradually, her observant stare on you makes you feel really uncomfortable, so still in trouble you couldn't find anything better than to say silently, well what you thought : "Damn it... "

At this exact moment Emely pulled you out of a sticky situation : "Damn it... something is burning !? " she almost screams.

"The pizza ! ", Daniil runs towards the kitchen and leaves you alone.

You breathe inwardly, the tension dropping briefly. It was just too much for you. You walk away to join the next area but a sound catches up with you, the sound of her voice whispering to you delicately : "You look sumptuous in this dress."

An unpleasant shiver slowly slips down your spine, silence is the master for the umpteenth time.

With happiness your father announces that dinner is ready, so it's by hurrying that you join the dining room.

[Time flies... ]

"It's really good, I missed the small homemade dishes."

"Ana is fantastic in the kitchen." answers your father proudly to his friend.
"I'm sure she'll be able to cook you good meals in my absence."
"Isn't that right, honey ? "

"... Ok, why not.", what to answer, frankly ?

"I would love that." she reacts with a subtle wink.

She was clearly doing it on purpose. You had only one terrible desire left ; escape from the clutches of this tigress.

But lo and behold, your father suddenly interrupts this pressing thought and demands that you guide Emely to the more specially appointed guest room.

Once you've reached the first floor, then the chamber in question you make space for her so that she can enter in turn.

"I see your hippie days are over." she said, laughing short.

This time it was the shutter button she pulled.
Everything, absolutely all this hatred that you had accumulated during the evening you'll express it because she had set off the time bomb for some time.

"What about you ? Aren't you a goth addicted to heroine anymore ? ", you continue
: "Should I remind you that it was because of you that I spent six years of my existence rotting in a rat hole, ruining my life ? "
"So if only you would be kind enough not to look at me anymore, nor talk and even less touch me, knowing that you're the only one to lose something in the story, at least a word of advice ; don't play with fire and fuck you Al ! "

Now it was you who was staring at her, observing her facial expression you quickly realized that she was stunned by your words.
So you took the opportunity to take refuge in your safe place ; your bedroom where you obviously locked yourself before letting your back slide against the door and then take refuge with your face in your legs.
You didn't feel much better but frankly lighter, only this altercation was at best the least of your worries...

[The next morning]

It was the harsh daylight that woke you up, you were in your bed, still fully dressed, not very surprising given the incident the night before. You didn't remember how you reached to this last one but whatever...
You then went to your personal bathroom, in a few hours you were to join your band to rehearse. But first you needed to say goodbye to your father and wish him a safe trip.

After a good cool shower you pull on a long-sleeved top in slightly shiny black velvet, elephant-leg pants in jeans of the same color, on the feet, your silver gray metallic boots and as accessories several gold necklaces (cross, engraved pendant,... )
You really don't want to meet this dear "Emely" so it's without further delay after hearing the rumble of the engine moving away that you open the bay window and you jump without hesitation above the glass railing of the balcony. As you fall you hit the ground violently, the pain is strong but it doesn't prevent you from hitting your best sprint and this, even with heels.

It took you ten minutes to reach the Jackson's house, Cole was in front, she was smoking a cigarette while watching her surroundings.

{Cole PA Jackson from Pennsylvania is the singer of the group Jack Of The Dollhouse which she started with her two younger brothers Luke and Jacob a few years ago. She has had the rock bug inside her since she was very young. Probably the only inheritance her father left her before abandoning them ; her mother, her brothers and her, because yes CC Blackwood (father) is a world famous rockstar.
Three years after their move to Los Angeles Paloma Jackson (mother) died of aggressive cancer. But of course the tragedy didn't end there for the young Cole... }

It's when you hold her close to you that you finally feel yourself coming back to life.

With the rest of the band you rehearse tirelessly until sunset.

You're about to leave the garage after you have gathered all your equipment ; your bass guitar,... But a figure catches up with you, it was Cole with her bright beautiful smile.

"Hey, Poupée, would you like to spend the night with me... ? ", she hesitates for a few moments.
"Luke goes to Gabi's and Jacob joins a friend...  and... ", she doesn't even have time to finish her sentence that you already accept her request, out of the question to come back home... well for tonight.

[Later in the siblings lounge... ]

"I hope you've a good excuse for standing Malcolm up, he's pissed." she said quietly.

"Well, we really need to talk Cole."
"Something terrible happened, it could really ruin everything... "

She could read, your facial expression said it all, that the situation is critical.

Her eyes were distracted by your multiple wounds.
"Let's take care of that too, okay... ? " she expressed as her hands enveloped yours tenderly.

"Good... " you sighed, snuggling up to your interlocutor.