strip for me

Chapter 7

Shay walked the five miles to the richy, rich side of the town and then another 15 miles to go to the one place she could never call home but could call upon in a time of need. Luna. It was about 1 in the afternoon so Luna should be coming off of whatever high she was on and getting ready for the next one. So Shay had to hurry.

Once there she saw Luna laid out on the couch dressed for work. The door was locked but the window was open. Rolling her eyes Shay climbed in and woke her. Luna's eyes fluttered but didn't open. Shaking her more Shay began to realize it wasn't going to work. And that was when Shay broke. Everything came to her at once; the loss of her child, her shit past, the mystery of her attempted murder, and Simmon. All of it made her head hurt and she felt sick.

She felt the urge to use. Luna had talked to her about it before and at one time was pushing her to but something stopped her. Later she tried it and didn't like the way she felt. But now she needed to feel numb. She needed her mind to go blank like striping use to make it do. Looking at the table she balled harder seeing that Luna had used her last.

At 3 Shay had made up her mind. With $90 in her pocket and the reminder of what could have been she woke Luna and came up with a plan. She was going to look for her killer and having a pretty good idea of who it was only made her more furious. Luna cleaned up and drove her to the tattoo shop. It was more of a shack but the artist was good and cheap. The cherub tattoo takes two hours to finish and the artist only charged her $60 which was cool. Driving back to Luna's Shay filled her in on what was going on and how she needed a plan to make it through this without getting caught. Finding the killer and getting a job where her main concerns. Without a job, she couldn't do a lot.

Luna left for work three hours later leaving her to her devices and thoughts. She felt like shit for blowing up on Simmon like that but she knew it needed to happen. He took so much from her but at the same time gave her more. Too much more, much too quickly.And that had been part of the problem. He never told her what was going on. Never asked her what she wanted and felt. He just took her and told her how and why it's going to be that way. If she had wanted that, she would have stayed with the fucked up group that was her family. But she wanted to leave and make a better life for her and the baby. But with the baby gone and no job she was back at square one. Actually at step negative five. She had no place to go, no way to find, get, or keep a job and no way to make good on her own. Nothing ever went the way she wanted or needed. So after a few hours of watching Luna's crappy TV, she made up her mind to call the nearest coffee shops and restaurants and ask for a waitress job. Nodding to herself she fell asleep on the couch.

When she woke up she was in a slightly familiar place. Simmon's bed. Rolling over she began to realize that it wasn't a dream she was actually in his bed. Sighing she walked to the bathroom. After using the toilet she showered and changed into one of Simmon's shirts. She thought about waiting for him. She wanted to talk to him and explain herself about everything she was feeling.  

Sitting in the bed for an hour made her oddly hungry. As she walked down the stairs she heard voices. One timid, another furious, and one who was just as confused as she felt. After a few moments, she put the voices to faces well all but one. The very pissed off Simmon was trying to yell at someone as Brandon looked on trying to claim him down. She can't see the person in front of Simmon, he covered the person. Meaning this person was tiny. So shrugging she walked into the kitchen somehow undetected only to come face to chest with Brandon who held his finger up to his lips as if to silently shush her. He did not have to worry about that she wanted no part in whatever was going on. All she wanted was some mac and cheese. Grabbing two of the little cups she snuck upstairs as quickly and quietly as possible with Brandon right behind her. Which in retrospect was kind of weird. Once in the safety of the room, Brandon went to grab one of her mac bowls only to have his hand slapped away. when he went for it again she smacked him with the spoon, very hard. "If you want to keep your fingers I advise you not to go for the third time." He laughed and put his hands up to surround he backed away as she made the mac bowls. 

After about 10 minutes her and Brandon had eaten both bowls and wanted some real food. Without looking at her he rolled out of the bed and put on his shoes. "Taco Bell, Wendy's, or firehouse?" "Firehouse! Let's go!" She was halfway down the stairs when something strokes her. "Oh shit my shoes!" Brandon laughed and yelled at her to get changed. But there was no time for that food was being bought and she needed it. As she bound to the door Simmon stopped her by grabbing her waist. "Food." was all she said making him smile into her hair. "Brandon is getting it. I already called it in. And don't worry I got you two subs to make up for the lost time. Now though we need to talk." "I don't talk well on an empty stomach." Growling out that I had two bowls so my stomach wasn't empty.