My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 13: The Store

☆Kyara☆

Eventually, I get up. I can't sit there fucking watching out for him all night. It's getting late and he stopped coming out front quite a while ago.

I go over to my shopping bag, which I grabbed when Celine left it outside my door, as I wouldn't open it for her, and find the hair dye. I want to look like me and not the blond bimbo Jace prefered me to be. I also want a shower but don't know if I can with these stitches.

I get all my stuff out of the bag to see what I actually grabbed. I find I have all my underwear, five short-sleeved tops, four vests, four leggings, two pairs of jeans, three joggers and shorts, two short PJ sets, two flannel shirts and one jumper, a hoodie with a front pocket, and tennis shoes, trainers and ballet pumps are also in there.

I seem to have forgotten socks and a coat. I didn't grab my hairbrush, or any other toiletries whatsoever, except some soap. Seems I'm going to have to go to the shop! Plus I have no food.

I grab some of the cash, chuck the hoodie over my vest and make my way to the door. My slightly shaking hand is on the handle, and I'm about to turn it when there's a knock that has me flinching back, with a squeal.

"Wh-who's there?"

"It's me, sugar. Gus. I just got back 'n' thought I best check on ya. Can I come in?" I hesitate for a second. He's been nothing but nice and I'm here because of him, and I strangely trust him. So I open the door.

"How ya doin', sugar? You goin' somewhere?" He asks.

"I-I... Ahem. I just need t-to go to the shop if that's ok?... I don't have everything I need and-" I can't help but ask permission as I look down at the floor.

"A course it is. Do ya mind if I join ya? I need to get a few bits miself 'n' we can discuss a few things as well." He asks politely. I may feel a little intimidated by him, but I feel a little relieved that I'll have him with me, and I'm not out there alone.

Jace wouldn't come near me if Gus is by my side. He would be scared of Gus and his tall built tattooed body. Even if he is old enough to be my dad, he still looks fit enough to wipe the floor clean with Jace's face.

"That would be nice, thank you," I say, still looking down as I step out and shut the door behind me.

We make our way down the stairs and out the door in comfortable silence, and when we're going past the bar, I can't help but try and peek over, hoping to catch a glimpse of Soul, but he's nowhere in sight. Why do I care anyway, he's a dick.

"Lookin' for someone?" I snap my head back, so I'm facing forward and keep my head down. Damn it! I wasn't expecting him to notice! I thought I was being subtle.

"Not Soul by any chance?... You know I 'eard 'bout what 'appened, 'n' I will be 'avin' words with 'im 'bout it. I'm not happy with 'im miself ta be honest, but 'e did what 'e thought was best. 'E's a good man… Mosta the time. Just, very…-"

"N-no. I just n-n-noticed that they were moving a l-lo-lot of stuff earlier. I-I was just being nosey. W-w-why would I be looking for S-Soul?" I hope I'm not giving myself away. It's a frightened and nervous stutter I guess. I can talk normally, but Gus doesn't know why I stutter. Right?

I peek up at him, to see he's suppressing a knowing smile. Great, just what I need.

"If ya say so, sugar. Let's discuss you stayin' wi' me-"

"I'll figure out a way to pay you back, I promise. I might just… Need a few days to get my bearings… Or If you give me a few days I'll le-" I start.

"Now, I don't wanna 'ear none a that. You're stayin' wi' me 'n' that's final. There's no need ta pay me back at all… All I ask is ya let Celine feed ya every day 'n' ya forgive Soul for his be'avior. Celine will need ta check ya delicate stitches at some point as well…" I'm about to decline the offer. I'll figure something else out. "ah, ah." He stops me before I can even speak. "When she 'ad 'er stitches they weren't cut right, 'n' she ended up needin' more due ta infection… She will tell ya all 'bout it if ya wanna know, so be a doll 'n' let 'er make sure that don't 'appen ta you, ah'ite? She's very worried 'bout ya. We both are." He says as we walk Into the shop.