Dark Horse

Cynthia Lou Anderson

Jewelle peered up from the street and could see Winston and Cynthia getting real physical. She watched as Cynthia took her shirt off and took her hand, leading him into her sex chamber. Jewelle really shouldn't care. She knew this one wouldn't be any different than any of the others, but for some reason she still had her hopes.

"I talked to him if that helps."

She jumped and whirled around seeing her brother staring at her. "What? Who? I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered. Geoff's eyes narrowed and he sighed. She could almost smell the distaste in her lie, but he remained silent.

"You know you're beautiful, right?" Jewelle frowned, but kept her eyes glued to the sidewalk. He only told her a few times a week, but she just doesn't want to be beautiful. Her personal beliefs always told her that beauty was an easier way of saying 'Hey, boys, I'm a slut. Come screw me now' but she never dared tell Geoff that.

"No, I don't know. You remind me everyday, but I can't get someone decent to even recognize my existence!" She could feel the heat rising in her face and she took a few calming breaths. Though she was a few years younger, she looked 5 years older. She was 15, but no one believed her. Looking older was a blessing in disguise, or a curse with some make up splashed onto it.

A few years back an older fellow had thought she was 18 when she was 12. Look-wise she matured very fast, mentally, however, she was terribly slow. Geoff was in algebra 2 when he was 12, she was in algebra 2 this year. To her family she was a disgrace, to the world she's a prodigy.

"J, don't treat yourself like this. You'll find somebody." She lifted her eyes from the ground and looked into his dark eyes that held a gold ring around his pupil.

"I already have."

She turned invisible and walked away though she wasn't quite sure where. She had nowhere to go; nowhere she was wanted. She didn't feel like going to her job, so she just walked allowing her mind to travel elsewhere.

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Cynthia watched as Winston left and allowed a grin to cut her face. She knew she blew his mind, it was obvious on his face. She had decided as soon as she kissed him that he would be a horrible sleeping partner, but in the end it didn't matter. She just needed her crew to bring the news of how Jewelle had reacted. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the elevator dinged.

Stepping with her right foot, as Cynthia had taught her, she gracefully walked out of the elevator. Cynthia examined her from toe to face. Her heals were silver with pink lining, her jeggings were an off color, and the girl's blouse hung off her shoulder like a prostitute. The girl wore a wicked grin and heavy foundation that was much too dark. When she spoke her voice sounded choppy and hoarse.

"She watched it all from downstairs, Ms Anderson. She is utterly heartbroken." Her grin grew wider, but her purple eyes remained locked on Cynthia's.

"Well done, Carysse. She cried?"

"As we speak. She's laying on her bed crying like a baby. It's pathetic." Carysse shuffled uncomfortably on her feet then started to retreat to the safety of the elevator.

"Carryse?" Cynthia cried out. Carysse turned around and Cynthia could smell the fear that filled the room. "Reach into Winston Hail's mind. What is he thinking?" Cynthia watched as Carysse's eyes glowed a darker purple and she began to levitate. Beams of light shown off of her and filled the room. She arched her back violently then it all stopped and she was on the ground again. She smiled.

"Ms Anderson, he's wondering what he did wrong. He thinks that he messed up, but he's dying to see you again and he's questioning if his life would be worth it without you." Cynthia felt a smile spread across her face. Carysse's eyes narrowed then shot open.