Chapter 6: Late Nights & White Marble
(UNEDITED)
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Andre laughs, and glances behind me. At Nanditha. I pull his attention back toward me, pulling sharply on his lapels. He then glances toward me, and clicks his tongue .
"Too bad that I already said she was mine." Andre's mocking words taunted me. I was suddenly consumed with sudden fury and I raised my fist ready to strike.
Instead of cowering, Andre snickered and shook his head. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, what would my sweet Vanessa think if I came home with a bloody face?"
I gripped tighter to his lapels and my fist shook from the pressure I put in them. I want to hit him but I couldn't. He was right, Vanessa would know. She loved this piece of shit, and she couldn't afford to lose another loved one, not after.....well not after him. So instead I pushed him roughly down and pulled out my wallet. Without a second thought I pulled out a couple of hundred bills and threw it at his face.
"Go back to your son and wife."
"What, no first class this time around?" Andre grins and grabs the scatter bills. He slowly pushes himself up and dusts his clothes. Then he walks up to the shuddering girl against the bar wall, and slowly kneels down.
My fists start to shake from the sheer pressure I'm putting in them and fight myself from moving. I wanted to see what he was going to do. What she was going to do.
She pushes herself farther into the wall, trying to distance herself. I grit my teeth hard, she was practically handing him the opportunity to hurt her. To play circles around her. I took a step forward, ready to pull that bastard far from the shaking girl.
"If it really troubles you, just divorce her. What do I have to do with that?"
I freeze where my foot its. And I drop my anger for a mere moment. Her words ring in my ears and my head spins. My sister, my sister.
She would be devastated, she wouldn't be able to handle it. How she would take something like this I couldn't even imagine. The one person who knew how much hope she put on this bastard was me, the pain she would go through. I wouldn't let that happen, no I couldn't. She was the only one who I could truly call one of my own and every single step I took after the incident was for her, for her to be happy again. if I didn't do something, everything she worked up to build herself back up again will come tumbling down. And she won't be able to survive, not with the scars that our parents left.
I glance back toward the shaking girl, she had no idea.
She had no idea what she had just given that bastard.
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My back was pressed tight against the brick wall, Andre's face inches away. I pressed harder against the wall and shut my eyes. I was willing to be swallowed up by the ground, praying for it to happen.
"Oh, come on. I thought we hit off pretty well." His voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me. I clamped my eyes even tighter. This man, was bad. It was a simple statement but it held levels of meaning to me. From the way he used me to play his sick joke to the manner of the way he talked he was bad.
"Please leave me alone." I squeaked out, my eyes stayed screwed shut. I clutched tightly to the fabric of my long floral skirt.
The next thing I heard was the rumble of laughter. Then rough hands grabbed one of my own and forced it from the holds of my skirt. My eyes flew open and I automatically started struggling against him. He instead gave me a smirk and placed crumpled bills into my hand.
"For the excellent performance." He closed my hands over the bills, and winked. A disgusting smirk is plastered across his face. He stands and looks toward Braxton, who was in a rigid stance. Braxton's jaw is clenched tightly and he avoids eye contact with me.
