Run Away From The Pain

A Regular Rag Doll, Or A Stereotypical Barbie?

"Come on out!" Steven shouted into the dressing room. "Let's see how it looks!"

"Yeah! Come on!" Joey called as well. 

"Guys.... I'm not really comfortable with this..." I complained. "I mean, have you seen the price tags on some of these clothes?! There's no way I can afford them, and I'm definitely not letting you guys pay for them."

"Oh just shut up, and let us see how you look!" Brad snapped. 

"Well, okay. Pushy." I muttered and stepped out of the dressing room. 
I was in a deep cut red v-neck tank top, which was tucked into a tight pair of high waisted, bell-bottom jeans. A fitted brown suede vest rested itself on my shoulders, with ease. 
As I stepped out of the fitting room, the guys all gasped for a moment. 

"What?" I started freaking out. "What.. does it look bad?" 
I turned to look in the full length mirror that was standing before me.
Because of the shirts deep v-cut, and the tightness of the pants, the outfit I was wearing gave some life to my non-existent curves. My chest looked very perky, and my bum looked full and round. 
I rolled my eyes when I realized that's what they were gasping about. 

"Steven... I can't take these clothes." I sighed. 

"You'll take them, and you'll like them." He giggled, a playfull light danced around in his dark brown eyes. 

"Steven! They're too expensive!" I groaned. 

"Here! Go try on these too!" Joe said while thrusting a pile of clothes into my arms. 

I muttered something, and then rolled my eyes, walking back into the dressing room. 
I quickly stripped off the outfit I was wearing, and then attempted to make sense of the one that Joe gave to me.

I slid into the large flowy white maxi skirt, and buttoned up the silk paisly shirt. I noticed two tassles hanging down at the bottom of the shirt, and quickly realized I had to tie them together, which let the hem of the shirt rise up a bit, to see my midriff. 
I slipped on the denim jacket, and took a deep breath, as I walked out of the dressing room, and showed the guys my outfit. 

"Now she's apart of the Blue Army!" Tom chuckled

"She's always been." Steven snickered. 

"You know... I'm starting to feel like a regular rag doll..." I sighed. 

"Not a rag doll..." Joe protested "A Barbie."

"Either way, I don't like it." I huffed and walked back into the fitting room. 
This happened several more times until I had a full new wardrobe.
After I changed out of the last outfit, I slipped back into the large black t-shirt, and the plaid button up that Steven lent to me. The t-shirt was long enough that I could wear it as a dress, so I did. I slipped on my combat boots, and then walked out of the fitting room, while the guys helped me carry all of my new clothes up to the register. 

As we were being rung up, an eerie feeling crept into my bones. My golden eyes darted all around me, searching for the source of my paranoia. I narrowed my golden-jade orbs as I looked out the window, at a creepily familiar face. 
Instantly all of the color drained from my face, and I felt as though I was going to faint.
My body began to shake uncontrollably, and I had to blink back several tears. 
Steven, who was standing next to me, could feel the tension radiating off of me, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He inquired, a concern tone replacing the playfull one he had moments ago. 

"It's him!" I gasped, almost collapsing. 
The boys simultaineously took a step closer to me, forming a barrier around me, while swivelling their heads to look at the man, who was peering into the shop, through the window. 
He gasped, and then made his way into the shop. 

"Oh my god! You're Aerosmith!" He gasped, gesturing to the group of men, who were surrounding me. 
I was short enough that Steven and Joe were blocking me from his view, as Tom stood in back of me, with Brad on my right, and Joey flanking him. 

"Yeah. That's us." Steven gave him an impassive look.
The cashier cut into the conversation.

"Mr. Tyler, Mr. Perry, Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Kramer, Mr. Whitford, and Ms..." She paused not knowing my name. He earned a suspicious look on his face, and tried to peer around the men to get a better look at what girl was important enough to be standing in the center of Aerosmith. She just shook her head and continued her statement. "The grand total is $5,784.25."

If I wasn't so fearful of my life. I would've completely hissed at Steven, and refused to let him pay, but the man that kidnapped and almost killed me, on multiple occasions, was standing directly behind my human barrier. I refrained from making any sounds, and tried to be as quiet as I possibly could. 
Though my attempts failed, as the group tried to walk out of the store, while keeping me in the middle, and unnoticed. 
His vicious gaze caught mine, and for a moment my heart stopped beating. 
His eyes changed from a chocolate brown, to a fierce black, as fury visibly danced around his black orbs, like flames crackling from a bonfire. 

"You..." He hissed through clenched teeth. He noticed that he was recieving questionable looks from the band, so he tried his hardest to smile, though pain was clearly etched across his features. "Alexandra... What are you doing here? How did you meet up with Aerosmith?"

"I...I..." I stuttered, holding back the anger, and the fear that was pent up inside of me. 

"Well...." He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for an answer, like I was an errant child. 

"Someone call the cops." Steven muttered so only the band could hear, or so he thought.

"No, no no. Mr. Tyler. There's no need for that. I was simply wondering why my daughter has been gone for so long, and didn't even call to tell me where she was." He sighed. 

"D... DAUGHTER?!" I screeched. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! NO, STEVEN, CALL THE COPS." 

"Yes, daughter." He hissed. I could see the fire in his eyes. I was squeezing my fists so hard that my nails dug their way into my palms, and my knuckles were as white as snow. 

When immense pressure is added to coal, the force yields a diamond. In the same way, when immense pressure is added to fear, that very same force that once yielded diamonds, now yeilds anger; anger that is almost as bright, and hard as a diamond. Anger that no force in the world can stop.

Unfortunately for him, I don't work well under pressure. 
I siezed my moment, and pounced on him. The amount of force I put into the punch, was enough to break his nose, and send him barreling back, crying out in pain. 
When he looked back at me, the fire blazing in his black, cold eyes, was a fire I was familiar with; a fire that couldn't be controlled. 

He charged himself at me.
I could feel the sting of the slap, before I realized he hit me, and I could feel the ground vanish beneath me, before I realized he was choking me.

When I was younger, my older brother taught me how to fight, and my knowledge on the topic was vast. I knew very well that he could easily choke me out, or break my neck, but he forgot the minor detail that my legs were dangling free. 
I swung my leg up, and kicked him in the crotch.
He dropped me as he howled in pain. 

I tried to catch my breath, but before I knew it, I felt a sharp blow in my stomach, and then my world went black. 

I could hear voices, and sirens, and I felt a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around me, an lift me up. 

"Alex! Alex, oh please be okay." I heard a familiar male voice, Steven? Maybe?

"Jesus Christ, she can put up one hell of a fight!" I knew that was Joe. 

"Let's get her into the ambulance, and see if she comes too." Steven mumbled, and carried me away.