The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter forty-six.

• RIDE WITH THE DEVIL - MÖTLEY CRÜE

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"No."

She stared at me but just nodded slowly. "Good. Don't be like me." she said as she turned her head away. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck before walking off towards Vince's room.

"What do you want?" He asked, tucking weed into some paper and licking it. I watched quietly, my eyes following his tongue as it glided against the end.

I bit my tongue slightly and looked down, squeezing my eyes shut. "Nothing. I'm bored." I said quietly. "And I can't shower. My stitches will get wet."

"Well, that's just too bad." He said blankly.

. . .

"Fuck," he sighed, his head falling back for a moment before he glanced at me. "Go colour or something. I don't know."

"I'm fifteen." I mumbled.

"Fucking hell. Fine, you want something to do? Go and ask Charlie for some clothes and go to the party with Terrance, spread your legs and buy yourself something nice." He breathed out, his eyes closing once he laid down and dragged from his joint.

I tilted my head, my lips parting and then closing. "I'm not a prostitute."

"Using what you have between your legs to get what you want makes you a fucking prostitute. Be like Mum and spread your legs for some old cunt willing to pay you." He said blankly, blowing out smoke in my direction. I batted it away, looking at him.

Vince could be heartless sometimes. At other times, he seemed sweeter. But he wasn't. He either wanted something from you or he was sober.

I didn't say anything and left his room, stopping by Charlie. "Can you take me to the party?"

"You gonna.. you know?" She said, looking me up and down. "No," I shook my head. "You should. Earns you a lot of money, kid." She says as she gets off the stood and grabs my hand before pulling me along to the couch, where some of her clothes were.

"Just gonna have a drink and go." I said quietly, glancing at her as she handed me some clothes. "Alright, let's get dressed, and I'll do your makeup or something." She shrugged and led me to the bathroom.

"Are you.. a prostitute?" I asked as she pulled off her shirt. "Only when I need the money." she winked. "They always believe me when I say I'm a virgin."

"Right. I bet you're a real infectious spirit, too." I nodded, and I smiled slightly but kept silent as I stripped my clothes and pulled up the fishnets she'd given me.

She stared at me blankly for a moment before giggling and shrugging. "Thanks!"

. . .

I put the gun on the counter, watching her stare at it before looking down and minding her business.

"Never expected you to have pornstar tits, bones." Terrance walked by, his beer tab crackling slightly. "She's underage. Watch your fucking mouth, wanker," Charlie furrowed her eyebrows as she closed the door and looked back at me.

"Is he your boyfriend?" I asked quietly, an arm going around my breasts while I pulled on a rhinestoned bikini top. "Yeah." She said, shrugging and looking at me, almost in an irritated way.

She wasn't Greek or German. She was English. As in, British. She looked around in her early twenties, too.

I tugged up my skirt and buckled it, looking up at her. "Alright. Got it? Now open your eyes wide. I'll try not and stab you in the eye." She said as she grabbed her eyeliner. I let out a deep sigh and widened my eyes slightly.