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Chapter 3

Chapter 3-

Rape. It was something I had always seen happen on TV. I never really thought anything of it. I just thought that anyone who condoned it was a monster. Patrick Nolan was that monster. The man I once loved more than life itself. He let his so called friends, rape Lau. Gang rape, of all rape! I've never seen Laura that traumatized. Laura was a badass. She could kill you with one bullet eyes closed. She was witty and intimidating, smart and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Laura lost her parents in a car crash at the age of eleven. She was adopted by a cop, her stepfather, Michel, who taught her everything she now knows. But at fifteen he died on the job. And she was back to being an orphan. We became close at school. Trick tricked her into working for him when he saw how she could beat up a grown man with her bare hands. I should have told her about Trick, but at the time I was still clueless. I worked for him and after a while I helped her steal cars. I regret every living minute of it. It cost me my family and it cost her her body.

Lau stirred sleepily in my bed. I told her she could sleep in my bed, and I would take the couch so she could get  a good night's rest.  I closed the door softly and drank a glass of water before going to sleep.

*

The light pooled around me. I didn't put on an alarm last night, because I didn't want Lau to wake up when it went off. It was 07:09. I decided to make some breakfast with the last of my eggs and bacon; I still had a half a loaf of bread. So now, Lau would at least have something to eat.

When breakfast was finished, Lau stepped out of my room, yawning and stretching. She wore her clothes of yesterday. She trudged into the kitchen and plopped herself on a chair in front of the island.

"Morning," her voice was still groggy with sleep. She ran her fingers though her hair to give It somewhat order.

"Morning," I smiled and set a plate of breakfast in front of her with orange juice. I tied my too-long hair up into a messy bun. I sat down next to her and ate.

There was a heay silence that hung over us. The only sound came from the forks scraping against the plates.

"I have to go to class at nine," I mumble, swallowing bacon.

"That's cool. I'll be looking for a job, and I'll be out of your hair." She managed to smile.

"No, you can stay as long as you like, okay, Lau? I'll help you find a job." I give her hand a gentle squeeze.

She looked at me with bright blue blue eyes; her blonde hair, reaching her shoulders, sweeped back like angels wings, cupping her heart shaped face. 

I grab our plates and glasses and wash up.

"I brought us things we might need in case Trick shows up." She beamed and entered my room. She came back with a suitcase in hand. At first I thought there would be clothes in it, but when she opened it, she revealed weapons. Beautiful. Guns, knives, the lot.

"Where did you get that?!" I gasped, smiling widely.

"Michel left it behind for me, but I had to be eighteen to get them. And since I turned eighteen recently..." She smirked.

"Get ready," she rushed me. "I can look after myself."

I laugh and get ready.

*

Throughout class, all I could think about was Lau and how she was alone, there, in that dingy apartment of mine. I couldn't bare the thought of losing her too. She helped me get money when I ran away from Trick and the last thing I'd ever want is for her life to be ended by that shit head.

After class, I hurriedly drove home, to find Laura perched up on my bed examining her new 'babies'. She looked up at me with bright blue eyes and smiled. "Hi, you're early." She jumped up and hugged me. "Thank you, again."

I retracted from the hug. "It's nothing. Get dressed. We're gonna get you a job."

She grinned, rummaging through my closet. "I cannot wait to kill him, Wendy. I want to kill him. I want to see him bleed to death in my arms. I want to  hear him beg for forgiveness, but struggle because his too busy coughing up blood."

"I'll help you, there."

"Are you sure?" she asked, pulling a T-shirt over her head. "You don't still love him?"

I arched a brow at her. "He killed my family, Lau. Obviously I don't love him!"

"Love knows no boundaries," she pulled on leggings.

"I don't. I want him dead."

Laura pulls on a hoodie and throws one to me. I pull it over my head with out hesitation. I pull my braid out of the hoodie and let it fall down my back.

       As we reached Irma's diner I see the anticipation in Lau almost jump out of her.

"Hey Beckham," I say entering the diner. An eager Lau trailing behind me. "Is Irma here?" I ask.

"She's in the back. I'll go get her." Beckham says.

Lau smiles at me and I frown. "What, Lau?"

"He's hot."

"So?"

"You admit he's hot?"

"Yeah...?"

"You like him?"

"No." I arch a brow. "Why?"

"Because I want him," she laughs.

Irma comes and hugs me. She looks at Lau and smiles. "Who is this beautiful, young lady?"

"This is --" I begin.

"I am Laura Cavanaugh, Wendy's best friend." She nudges me in the ribs playfully.

I laugh. "Irma, she is one of Trick's..."

"Oh, you need a job?" Irma turns to Lau.

"Um. Yeah." Lau looks at me then back at Irma.

"Sure thing. Our other waiter, Paul. Got his toenail ripped off and he passed out, then hit his head pretty hard. You can take his place." Irma said.

"When can I start?" Lau asked.

"Now?" Irma clarrified looking around the now full diner.

"Awesome!" Lau hugged Irma involuntarily.

Irma handed us our aprons and little books and we got to work.