Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV
Voices were heard and he grabs me shoving me in a stall.

"Please d-don't hurt me. I-I umm." I quickly mutter.

  "I'll give you m-money and I won't t-tell - "Voulez-vous bien vous taire!" He growls covering my mouth with his hand.

(Will you be quiet!)

His thick accent was harsh... French? He had really beautiful eyes... green. His hair was in a tight bun with a cut right underneath. Under cut. He was like a rock... He looked like a rock! His style was totally different from Noah's but the tattoo act. Both had tattoos and nice hair. He was older than me maybe late 20's. He could take my babies if he really wanted...

I bet he feels like a rock... or I could get him to- NO! Focus.

His eyebrows were furrowed with annoyance and almost disbelief. My back was against the stall wall with widened eyes. I open my mouth about to start but the door busts open.

He grabs my waist shoving me against his chest making me only see black. He smelt like mint. Mint chocolate chip! Maybe he likes ice cream too.

"La prochaine fois, je te tue." I hear causing me to grip my skirt. The stall next to us has a fake knock before it bangs open. Ohh gosh. He looks down at me covering my mouth. He didn't look up only into my eyes almost warning me if I make a wrong move I'll die. He reaches for something slowly taking a gun from his behind.

Someone is going to die tonight.

(Next time I will kill you.)

Silence.

We walk out and it's empty. No one is here except a few guys waiting at the front door. Maybe they're his friends! "L-listen thanks for sort of... um... saving me! You saved both of us actually. So, I'll thank you myself for you! Because you can't really thank yourself." I speak as he sets me down. "What language do you speak? It sounds like French. I took Spanish for years since it's part of me bu- Oui." He flickers his eyes toward me.

"Oui?" I ask tilting my head. "Yes." He leans forward with annoyance. "O-okay!" I mumble. I know sometimes I can be annoying. It's not really a good thing but I don't know what else to do. He twirls his alcohol. I'm not sure what it is.

"I'm sorry if I'm a-annoying you. I get told that a lot but... um- you seem tense so! I thought maybe you need to talk to someone. You know, everyone needs so- he groans throwing his head back. "Arrête de parler pour que je puisse réfléchir." He glares at me with anger.

(Stop talking so I can think.)

I nod "Oh r-right whatever that means! Cool." I mumble waiting. Many minutes pass and I couldn't help it. "You seem like you can be really nice! Since everyone has a nice side. We should be friends!" I speak looking around. "No." He speaks.

I should be leaving. Why am I still talking to this man? Although the men with guns at the door don't look quite friendly. My heart starts pounding and my ears starting ringing again.

I shake my head rubbing my temples as I take a big breath. I hate this. I hate how much my thoughts can control me... Why do I have to think so much? It's not fair! I wipe my tears as I hide my face. He gets up lifting my chin. He was tall enough to be face to face with me squatting. "I-I'm sorry really I don't mean trou- respirer." He speaks. His thumbs rub over my cheeks and under my eyes. "No one died." He sighs staring into me. I shake my head slowly. "I-I uh... should get goi- "Vous ne pouvez pas' marcher." He mumbles shaking his head.

(You can't walk.)

"I-it was uh- no, sit." He demands I smile softly "but you- Now." He speaks and I do. My stomach turns as I start getting hungrier. I bounce my leg seeing my phone is dead. I'm so dead. "Are you always nervous?" He groans not looking away from me. "N-no! I mean you make me nervous! W-wait that sounds mean. Not like that! O-or sexually. J-just y-your uh.. aur- aurea?" I ramble. "Aura." He corrects and I nod quickly.

He gets up walking behind the counter taking something. Oh water! "Drink." He says and our hand brush together. "T-thanks." I mumble. His hands had tattoos, and it was pretty. Nice rings! Oh rings. "You have really hot hands!" I slap my hand over my mouth realizing what I just said.

"M-my bad! That's really not nice! I mean it might be nice, but I don't want to like cat call... or whatever." I quickly say. "Just the r-rings and uh... you're just really big and it's like one of those mafia books! Ugh you would be a main character." I laugh softly.

Growl.

I shift in my chair awkwardly knowing he heard my stomach. "Ok, allonsy." He stands up and I do as well.

(Okay, let's go.)

"W-where?" I ask "I'm bringing you ho- I don't want to. Um.. you can drop me off at a Wendys! I love Wendys and sometimes my brother says I need exercise, so this is a good chance! O-or uh... library! They are always open you know." I try and make an excuse. "I didn't mean to interrupt you! Some- "Merde..." He mumbles looking at me.

(Fuck)

He presses his hand on my lower back and brings me to a car. "W-wow you have a beautiful car!" I gasp seeing a beautiful dark red car. Almost like blood. Which is gross because blood isn't a good thing. I mean it keeps us alive but... it can kill us if we lose too much! "It's not even expensive. Get in. Now." He stares at me with a blank face. "But it's st- Now.' He gives me a long stare. He had really nice lips.

I slowly get in the car looking around. I don't want to smudge anything or scratch it! It's a really nice car... "So just drop me off Wendys?" I ask to confirm. "I love eating inside because it's nice and quiet. Makes the experience better I think..." I mumble explaining. He doesn't say anything but drive.

He brought me to Wendys! "T-thanks so much!" I smile opening the door, but he locks it. "Slow down." He speaks.

His voice was raspy and deep. Almost like he just woke up...

I nod quickly and we both get out. "O-oh you're coming in?" I ask following behind him. He either takes big steps or he just walks a bit faster. "H-hey um can y-you slow down?" I ask running to his side. I look up seeing a nice nose ring and his ears were pierced nicely with different designs. He has that bar one! "Did that- he pushes me in the door with his hand back on my spine. "Thanks." I smile looking around. No one was here.

"Order." He sighs crossing his arms. "O-oh right um... are you getting- order." He stares at me like he's bored yet tired. I nod "Okay cool cool..." I mumble looking up at the menu. "Can I get a uh...number 4 and just a small sprite." I smile and the girl nods. "He'll take a number 1!" I add quickly. He looks up staring into me before grabbing his wallet. "Tak- thank you!" I speak stepping back. He shakes his head before paying.

"You're really handsome." The girl smiles tugging at her shirt. Like how I do with my skirt when I'm nervous! Twins. He stays silent turning back around. I was about to speak but he leans forward even though I'm not close to him and I shut my mouth. The food arrives and he grabs the tray as I quickly go to a booth slightly tripping on my heel, but he grips my waist. "Eat." He hums.

"lentement." He adds. (Slowly)

"O-oh I realized I never even told you, my name! It's Jennifer or jen o-or jenny! My friends call me jenny to tease me. We can be friends if you want! I know sometimes I talk a lot but it's uh under control most of the time. People interu- Eat." He stops me. "W-what about you?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. "You ordered for me, oui? I'm not hungry." He speaks. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to waste yo-your money! I'll pay you back! Promise!" I quickly say feeling bad. He takes a deep breathe closing his eyes.

"Tuez-moi maintenant." He mumbles to himself (Kill me now.)

"What's your name?" I ask finishing my sandwich. He stays silent. The air in a Wendys was thick. Silent but the wrapper of my food. "P-please? I would really like to know." I whisper.

"Ohh, demand, oui?" He tilts his head. My eyes widen quickly, and I shake my head. "N-no I swear. You don't have to! Promise! I- Zabell." He hums. I nod with a smile.

"Mr. Zabell!" I squeal biting my lip.