Until There Was You

Liam

Chapter 3

*Liam*

I am stunned, I am sat in the back of my car with a god damn hooker and i have no idea why i just did that. I just paid £500 for a hooker...Me! I have never paid for sex before in my life, not that i have any intention of having sex with this girl but damn i have lost my damn mind.

I take a glance at the tiny blonde next to me, she is cowering against the door. Her body is curled up tight and i notice in the flashes on light from the street lights we pass that she is covered in bruises, some newer, some older. Jesus Christ.

There is blood in her hair and on her face so i take a tissue from the compartment between our seats and attempt to clean her up. She whimpers and flinches, squeezing herself impossibly tighter into a ball and i feel bad she has been through hell and i take her by surprise.

'I just want to clean your cut, see how bad it is' I explain softly

'Oh sorry, thank you' she says so quietly i almost miss it. She lifts her head and for the first time i get to really see her face. I am met with the prettiest, saddiest blue eyes i have ever seen looking up at me with so much fear and confusion i feel sick.

'I am not going to hurt you, so you can relax your safe' i say trying to put her at ease but the disbeleif that flashes through her beautiful eyes tell me all i need to know when she doesnt speak, just continues to stare at her entwined fingers.

'Have you been doing this long?' i question and for some unknown reason the thought of her answer fills me with an unwelcome sense of dread. She doesn't answer and turns back to the window.

'How old are you?' i wonder aloud. She doesn't respond and i don't know why it bothers me but it does. I want her to speak, i want to hear her voice again. God man get your shit together shes a hooker! I scream to myself internally.

'Its rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you.' I state a little harsher than i wanted as the irritation takes it toll. But still nothing so i let out a huff and turn to face my window.

'Its also rude to ask a woman her age' comes her weak response. I am taken aback by her sarcastic response but pleasantly surprised that i smiling, women rarely  make me smile, out of bed anyway.

'Touche' I smirk and she smiles the most amazing smile back at me that makes her look so innocent. Dude shes a hooker i remind myself.

'I thought maybe we could get to know each other' I say looking directing in her eyes.

'Why? We are never going to see each other again after tonight' she says in a sad tone and i am surprised and confused that it saddens me also.

We pull up out my house and she gasps in awe and surprise or maybe just plain shock, i think. Dem hops out and opens my door then quickly opens her. She gets out slowing yet with such amazing grace, her gaze never leaving the large house and mine never leaving her. She is still unmoving when i reach her so i reach out to take her hand in mine, she flinches and stumbles back in surprise by our contact.

'I told you i wasn't going to hurt you and i meant it' i assure her.

'Sorry' she whispers and puts her head down as she follows me into the black and white marble hallway through to the bight white living room. I take my coat off and sling it on the back of the black and grey leather corner sofa i have in the middle of the room.

'Would you like a drink?' i offer manners winning over the uneasiness i feel.

She just shrugs wrapping her arms around her nearly naked body nervously. Its only in this light i can see her body, past all the bruises and my good is she sexy. Beautiful pert breasts, not to big not to small like they would fit in my hand perfectly, a beautiful hour glass figure supported by long slim legs. I also notice how thin she is and it angers me, how could anyone do something so repulsive to such a beautiful girl. I snap out of my thoughts when i realize she is staring at me, most probably because i am staring at her.

'I am going to have a glass of wine, would you like one?'

She nods shyly and i make my way into the kitchen and pour two glasses of Merlot. When i come back she is still stood perfectly still where i left her.

'Take a seat....' I realize i don't know her name, what an idiot.

'Lexi' says the beauty opposite me 'My name is Alexis but you can call me Lexi' she says softly with a smile as i pass her a glass and she takes a sip.

'Liam' i say as i hold my hand out to shake hers, she looks at it in surprise but obliges and i mentally curse myself. Who shakes hands with a hooker?

'Why did you buy me' she blurts out 'Forgive my rudeness but you don't look like the type of man that has to pay for erm...you know' she blushes and i wonder just how is this girl? She is a hooker for Christs sake and she cant say sex! i am completely dumb founded.

'If i answer your questions, will you answer mine?' i bargain.

'I will try' she says with her head down again.

'You didn't look like you wanted to go with that man and he didn't look like the friendliest.' i answer her with a shrug feigning disinterest. The truth is i didn't want that scumbag to have her, i couldn't let him hurt her but i wisely hold my tongue.

'And why should you care? she asks with her eyebrow raised. God she is cute.

'Tut Tut Lexi, my turn. How old are you? i ask smiling back at her, i cant help it her smile is so infectious.

'I am 18' she states proudly and i cant help but feel pleased and disappointed in equal measure. On one hand she is legal, yet on the other there is a five year age gap. I mentally scold myself for even thinking of her sexually, I have to stop these dangerous thoughts.

'To answer your question, i care because i could not let that creep force you to go with him and do god only knows what to you with or without your consent. Plus that other prick hit you.' my fists are clenched as i look at the gash on her forehead and the blue bruising already forming on the side of her beautiful face.

'Who were they?' i ask taking a sip of my wine to try and hide the tightness of my voice and sound calm but fail miserably. She looks away reluctant to answer.

'It doesn't matter' she says shaking her head slowly, i am angered by the way she won't answer my question but don't say anything. Why should she tell me, she doesn't know me?

'Are we going to have sex?' she blushes bright red and i cant help but find it sweet. Woah thats new i usually avoid blushing innocent girls the scream clingy. All the anger i was feeling evapourates at her bold question.

'Do you want to?' i tease not being able to help myself shes just so innocent. Panic that flashes through her eyes though has me instantly regretting my stupid comment. Stupid Liam.

'If you want to......you paid for it, i guess.' she stutters

'Relax Lexi, i was teasing i never paid to have sex with you, i am happy talking to you. Just talking.' I say calmly and clearly.

'Really' she seems shocked.

'Really, if you don't mind me asking how many times have you done this?' i am curious as to how a hooker can be afraid of sex. I mean i am not bad looking, i usually have women falling at my feet.

'This is my first time, i didn't want to do it but Mike forced me. As you saw' her honesty shocks me and i am happier than i should be with her answer.

'Is Mike your boyfriend?' I hate myself for asking but it came out before i can stop it. Why must i set myself up for torture?

She snorts loudly and shakes her head, looking down at her now half empty wine glass then takes a sip and i copy.

'No Mike is my........well Mike he is my Step-Father.' she twists her fingers in her lap and doesn't meet my eyes as i try to register her words.

The stem of my glass snaps as my grip tightens around it as rage engulfs me like wild fire. I have never felt anything like it before, i try to catch it but fail and it spills all over the white fur fug but i cant bring myself to care. My gaze locked on the girl on my sofa frozen in panic, her body shaking in fear, of what? Then it hits me like a bucket of ice.....me, she is scared of me.