Fixate on the frailty

Can Someone Tell Me Who the Fuck I Am

Raven POV

As I walk back to the shop after lunch, I get the feeling I'm being watched, but I don't see anyone. When I get inside, I don't say anything to Jace or Ange making them look at me with a confused and worried expression.
"Are you okay, Rae?" Ange asks me.
I nod, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Jace comes forward, "Are you sure? I mean, did anything happen that you want to talk about?"
"No, guys, I'm fine. Really," I smile a bit and start to organise the cash drawer. "Ange, your one-thirty is gonna be here soon and Jace, I think you're on break."
They give me questioning looks, but luckily leave me alone. I bite my lip and stare at the money in my hands. As much as I hate lying to them, I didn't want them to worry for no reason. But, I still had a really bad feeling. It's the same feeling that I usually associate with him. I want to talk to someone about it, but Sophie and Endymion would tell me that he doesn't know where I am and he's still in jail. Then, they would tell Chris and he would worry even more and I don't want to stress him out even more.
Jace puts a hand on my shoulder and I jump out of my skin, putting my hand over my heart and glaring at him.
"Thanks for the heart attack, you idiot."
He smiles, " You're welcome."
I lean against the counter, facing him, "Do you need something?"
"Yeah, I've been calling your name ten times, your phone's ringing." Jace smiles smugly and I frown before going over to my bag and see that Chris' been calling me.
I call him back and step into Ange's office for privacy. "Chris?"
"Hey, why didn't you answer?"
"I didn't hear it, you know how loud it is with the music and stuff. Anyway, what's up?"
"End texted me about some party at the club," Chris replies.
I nod, even though he can't see me, "Yeah, Soph was telling me about it."
"Do you want to go?" He asks.
"Um, yes, I would like to go. I haven't seen them in awhile and I think it would be fun. Would you mind?"
Chris chuckles, "No, that's why I asked."
I laugh, "Right."
"Okay, well, we'll go then, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks, sir," I reply, smiling.
"Of course, love. Now, get back to work, okay?"
I laugh, "Yes, sir. Love you."
"Love you too, Rae."

We hang up and I go out to the shop and put my phone away. I check the chalkboard and am pleased when I see we don't have any more appointments scheduled. I go over to where Ange is sitting, drawing.
"What are you drawing?" I ask him.
"Tattoo ideas that I can charge people."
I point to a rose, "I like that one."
He chuckles, "Most girls do."
"Um, Ange, have you seen the girls that come into your shop? They have bleeding skulls on their arms," I laugh.
He raises his hands in defence, "That doesn't mean they can't appreciate the more beautiful things in life."
I shake my head and push his shoulder playfully, "You're insane."
"Yeah, I am."
Jace walks over to us with his coat on, "Hey, I'm gonna take off. See you tomorrow?"
Ange nods, "Yeah, thanks, Jace. Get home safe."
I wave, "See ya, Jace."
He leaves the shop and I sit next to Ange, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, starting to doodle. It's quiet for a few minutes, sans Halestorm playing through the speakers. Ange looks over at me and clicks his tongue in appreciation.
"You're really good," he says.
I blush slightly, "Thanks. I'm not the best artist in the world."
"Well, no, but you have a certain style to you and it comes out nice in a tattoo. Some people couldn't draw a tattoo to save their life but are amazing artists. It all depends. Do you mind if I sell it? I could have you tattoo it when you're ready."
I look at him, surprised that he'd want to sell my little drawing, "Really? You really want customers to get this as an option?"
Angelo raises an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with that?"
I shake my head, "No, I'm just surprised. It's nothing, it's just a little doodle."
"Well, I want to sell it."
"Okay," I grin. I glance up at the clock and jump up, "Time for me to go, Ange, I'll see you tomorrow, be safe."
"Okay, bye, Raven. You did a good job today."
I grin as I grab my bag, "Thanks, Ange."

Chris is already home when I get there. I drop my bag in the hallway and go hunt him down. I find him in our room, getting dressed. He's wearing a black, soft denim jacket with black skinny jeans. I wrap my arms around his front and look up at him.
"You look nice," I tell him.
"Thanks, babe, do you need to shower?"
I nod, "It won't take me long."
Chris nods and kisses the top of my head before leaving. I jump in the shower and fifteen minutes later, stand in front of my closet. I pick up a white shirt with wide sleeves and a modest collar. Then, I grab a black leather skirt along with black, lacy underwear set. I do my makeup lightly, I think I wear less makeup then Chris and that's saying something. Finally I grab my combat boots.
I go downstairs and Chris is standing there, looking like a metal god. He walks over to me and hands me a box.
"Here, I've been meaning to wait to give you this, but since we're going to the club tonight, I need you to wear this."
I open the thin box and nestled inside the red silk is a black, slim collar that looks more like a choker. The pendant is a blood red heart and I smile up at him.
"Thank you, Sir," I whisper.
"Turn around so I can put it on you," he replies.
I turn and life my hair so he can put the collar on me. Once it clasps, he turns me around and strokes my neck gently. "You look beautiful, Raven. So beautiful and all mine."
"All yours, Chris." I reply gently, pressing my lips to his.
He pulls away and extends his hand to me and I take it, smiling at him.
"Ready?" He asks me.
I nod, "Yup."

The club is alive with activity when we get there. Sophie greets us as we walk in. She's dressed in a black corset with white lace stockings, her collar is around her neck and her black hair was curled into soft ringlets while her red lipstick and dark smoky eyes complete the look of a total vixen. I whistle appreciatively at her and Chris smacks me lightly in the ass.
"Raven..." He says warningly.
Sophie laughs and kisses my cheek lightly, "Don't worry about it, Sir. Endymion doesn't mind."
Chris quirks an eyebrow, "Well, I wasn't concerned about Endymion. I was concerned about my submissive learning proper manners."
She bows her head, "Of course, I'm sorry, sir."
"Where are you and your Master sitting?"
"Over here, I'll show you," Sophie replies before leading us over to the somewhat secluded table where he already has a drink. A guy comes over to take Chris' order and he gets a water for both of us. At End's look, he explains he's straight-edge and needs to be the only sober one in the band, so it just comes naturally now.
As they chat, I can see Sophie fidgeting about and I can tell she's bored. Endymion also is aware, but he's torturing her for a bit longer. Until I can take it no longer and feel the need to put my friend out of her misery.
"Excuse me, sir," I say quietly, catching Chris' attention.
"What is it, Raven?"
"May Sophie and I go dance, if you allow it, Master Endymion," I say with a nod at him.
He pretends to think about it before turning to Chris, "Hm, I don't know, what do you say?"
"I don't see a problem with it. Just stay nearby," Chris replies.
"Oh, thank you, sir," I beam as I kiss his cheek. Sophie drags me away from them and when we're in the dance floor, she wraps her arms around my neck and lets her fingers dangle over my new collar.
"This is fucking gorgeous and it looks fantastic on you," she says.
I blush, "Thanks, Sophie."
"Awe, you really love him, don't you, sweetie?"
I nod, "I feel like he's the one. The one who will love me and help me heal."
"That's good, I'm glad," she replies as she grinds against me. It's a dance performance we have perfected over the years, we feed off each other and know for a fact that it's the hottest thing ever for guys to watch. This is proven as not even ten minutes later, I'm being dragged off her by Chris.
"Mine, you're mine, Raven," he says. Normally, when a guy acts possessive like this, I get scared, but with Chris, I just feel so safe. And I'm not talking about 50 Shades of Abuse bullshit. Don't get me started on that book.
Or Sophie for that matter.
Anyway, Chris kisses me and it's amazing, I feel his need to show everyone who I belong to, but at the same time, he wants to make sure I'm okay and I'm happy. He gets his response when I throw my arms around him, deepening the kiss. We lose touch with what's going on around us, completely absorbed until Sophie hip bumps me.
"Bitch, calm down. Wait until you get home."
I laugh and stick out my tongue at her. We walk to our table and I down my drink while Chris takes tiny sips.
"I think someone's performing in a few minutes," Endymion told us. Sophie cuddles next to him and he kisses the top of her head, making both her and me smile.
All of a sudden, a man comes and stops the music, making people groan a bit. "Sorry, but if you will please find your seats, the show's about to begin," he says with a wicked smile.