Dance for Me

11

REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

I can't believe I just unloaded everything on him like that. This is shit that noone has ever known about. I've kept it deep down for the last three years, I've always handled my shit quietly. I just didn't realize...how bad it was effecting me. Not going to lie, I'm fucking scared. Mr. Biersack has been nothing short of amazing, but so was Drake...that changed quickly.

He drove me to where he's living and holy fuck...it's a huge ass mansion. I feel so fucking dirty, I don't belong here. The back of my neck already has goosebumps from when he helped me step out of the car, my foot sending an ache up my leg when I put pressure on it. How do people shoot up like this and live?!

I keep my head down and hold onto his muscular arm tightly, trying to push my panic attack down so no one notices me. It feels like a fucking elephant is sitting on my chest and I can't breathe! My chin is trembling as I hold onto his arm tightly, too scared to let go. Despite it already being late, it's like it's a rave on the inside, so much smoke surrounds us and I'm pretty sure I saw a few topless women. I see the basement door and freeze on the spot, my head shaking as I lose myself to the panic attack. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

"Hey, it's okay," Mr. Biersack wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest. "You'll never go down there again, okay?"

I hide my face in his neck, ugh he smells so good and minty. I can feel the weight still on my chest as we pass through the numerous amount of drunk and high people down here. This is fucking scary. The men here are HUGE. I don't stand a chance. I jump up and squeal when I feel a heavy hand smack my ass, some proud looking fucker behind me grinning like an idiot. Mr. Biersack slips his hand from my waist and sucker punches him right in the eye, the poor bloke falling down instantly. He shakes his hand off and puts it back around my waist, looking back at the staring crowd.

He cocks his head at me, "Mine. Anyone wanna do what Finn just tried see what fucking happens." The crowd goes back to what they were doing before as he pulls me up the four flights of stairs, god this fucking hurts. We eventually reach the top with my bum foot and he unlocks a door, fucking wow. Wow. His room is as big as my apartment! I feel so out of place. He locks the door again and takes his jacket and shoes off, helping me out of mine. I stand still and stare at the room in it's entirety, it's not something I'd imagine a gang leader's room to be like. It's so...soft?

I wrap my arms around and hug myself, looking around the room and gasp when I feel a huge cat purr against my ankles.

"I see Crow found you!" Mr. Biersack yells out from his kitchen suite, wow he even has a small kitchen in here. I limp my way to the kitchen and he hands me a bottle of cold water. He stares at me up and down and it makes me gulp, my anxiety is like ripping out of my chest at this point.

"What's wrong?" He steps towards me, placing both of his hands on my shoulders. His blue eyes are full of concern. Wow they are so pretty...

"I, um, I'm in a gang house."

"Yes?"

"Full of people in a gang."

"That you are."

"I could literally be killed like it's nothing."

He lets out a snort, shaking his head. "Trust me baby, no one will hurt a single hair on that pretty head of yours. You are safer here than anywhere else in the world."

"Mr. Biersack..."

"Andy."

"What?"

"You don't have to be so official all the time. Just call me Andy, baby. It was hot when you'd dance for me but I want you comfortable here." He gives me such a sweet smile, I feel my lower stomach start to puddle. This man has made me feel new things I've never experienced before in my life. Andy? Thank God I never said it out loud...I thought his name was Nate. How the fuck did I mess that up?

"Andy," I look down, I hate myself. "What are your intentions here?"

He grabs my trembling hands and leads me to his bedroom, wow. The room is a darker teal and so many beautiful drawings of skulls are on the walls. His comforter is white with a gray crochet blanket thrown lazily across, ugh it's so beautiful. He helps me sit down as he rubs my hands so gently. Fuck he is perfection.

"My intention, like I said before, is to show you how you should be treated." Ugh his voice is so fucking deep. "I'm going to help you get clean, I'm going to spoil the ever loving shit out of you. I will protect you from the outside world." The massage he's doing on my hands actually feels great, I can already feel the weight starting to lessen on my chest.

I'm speechless. I'm not worth it...I'm not.

"You will be mine, and I'll replace all the bad memories with good ones, all the bad experiences will go away in due time, let's help you heal darling. Agree to be mine, and I'll give you the world."

I wipe a quick tear away, sniffling a small bit. "I'm not worth it Andy. I'm too damaged."

"No such thing."

"You know I've never even been kissed before?"

His eyes widen in shock. Wow, I actually surprised him?

"Your lips are too fucking beautiful, I almost don't believe you."

I look down again, all of a sudden feeling shy. "When I came out to my family I wasn't like actively pursuing anyone, I wasn't confident enough and yeah with Drake and all, it just never happened. I would refuse private dances from people at the club because I was scared I'd get close and...you know...be left behind. Which makes sense, I guess, I am the stripper, I'm technically a nobody. I'm the person people go to when they are mad at their spouse and want to fantasize, nothing more."

Andy picks up my chin and looks me dead in the eyes, I already feel like I can't compete with him. "May I, then?"

I feel a shiver go up my spine and I barely manage to nod and both his hands are on my cheeks, pressing his wet smooth lips against mine and I almost jump in shock. I don't know what to do so I follow his lead, he nibbles lightly on my bottom lip and I'm head over heels. Andy gently shoves his tongue in my mouth and I meet his, clashing together feels like electricity shooting through my veins. This is better than any other high I've ever experienced. He pulls away, leaving a small few pecks on the side of my mouth, smiling and holding me close.

We stay like that for a good few minutes, too shocked to say anything. That was amazing. Wow. Holy shit.

Eventually Andy stands up and hands me a pair of pajama pants and a loose Tshirt, I walk to the bathroom to get changed really quick. I wash all the makeup off and laugh at myself, this man has seen me entirely nude and here I am running off to the bathroom.

I end up finding my way back and Andy pulls me into the bed, wrapping his gentle arms around me and I cuddle his chest, actually feeling at peace. I'm addicted to the way he feels, he sounds, he smells, I'm scared. I don't want to get close. He can do so much better than me. He will find out soon enough.