Troubled kisses(school hiatus)

Troubled Kisses chapter 5

I sat on Ashlynn's bed, burrying my face into her pillow. I was still crying. Still trying to relieve myself. Ashylnn didn't ask me questions or didn't try to be nosy, which I respected. She's known me long enough to know why I was here, crying to her like a little bitch.

"Do you want a cola?" Ashlynn asked as she stood up from her desk. I shook my head and Ashlynn walked out the door.

"God, I'm such a pussy..." I cursed at myself. I wanted someone to punch me square in the face for being so stupid. For actually trusting Jay. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. How stupid I am. Just then, Ashlynn walked into the door with a bottle of cola in one hand and a phone in the other.

"Why don't you call your parents and ask them to sleep over."

"No." I demanded. Ashlynn shrugged and popped open her cola as she glugged it down.

"Do you need to talk?"

"No."

"Dannie, I'm trying to help you. I know Jay hurt you. Bad. But I'm seriously trying to help you." Ashlynn sighed. I sat up and sniffed back my tears.

"If you want to help me, then maybe you should leave me alone!" I squeeked. Ashlynn stared at me with dull, dark eyes, like she was cursing me. Then she looked away and I was finally able to breathe.

"I saw this in a movie once. This guy had a broken heart and he took drugs to heal his broken heart. It actually worked. I thought you could do something like that." Ashlynn suggested and I almost gagged.

"You want me to take drugs?! Ashlynn, you've officially gone crazy." I gasped, reminded of my parents when Ashlynn rolled her eyes.

"No, you dumbass! I meant to do something that could head your broken heart. Whatever that might be..."

Ashlynn muttered and as soon as she did, I got a great idea. I stood up and fixed my hair as I grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?"

"To Purple Ink!"

I swung open the door to the antique pawn shop as the owner looked towards me and smiled. He was a tall, fit man with tattoos up one side of his arm. He was bald and had tattoos even on his scalp. He wore a tight, black t-shirt and black jeans with a silver chain. His muscles were practically bulging out of his shirt.

"Hey Xavier. Is Andy here?" I asked sliding on the ottoman inside of the store. Xavier arched an eyebrow and set a canvas down along with his palette of paint.

"Andy's out of town in Oregon. He said his sister's getting married."

"Alison? She was engaged? And he never told me?" I scoffed. Xavier shrugged and wiped his hands on a damp rag. "Who's filling in for him?"

"A newbie. His name's Nick. Treat him nicely. He's got skills though." Xavier reminded me before I opened a metal door which had stairs leading underground. The stairs were lit with purple black lights dimly lighting the way. I skipped a few steps, since I knew it all too well.

When I got to the bottom, there was faint jazz music playing. When you first walked in, there was a bar that was also lit with purple lights. Hence the name Purple Ink. Next to the bar was a door which led to the body art department. I winked at the bartender, Ollie, before opening the door.

Inside the body art department was a large, glass counter with pictures of tattoo designs and mannequins with piercings. I leaned over the counter and pounded on it.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" I asked as a few things fell in the back. I winced and laughed a bit. Typical rookie. Then, a face appeared. He was tall, not extremely tall, but he was taller than me, so it was acceptable. He wore a tight, black t-shirt with a small silver chain around his neck. He had a low cut on the sides of his head and his black hair was spiked into a low mohawk. He had bright blue eyes, like a husky dog. He was muscular, which was a super turn on. I raised my eyebrows at him as he gulped.

"Hi, welcome to Purple Ink!" he stuttered. I smiled and lent out my hand.

"Hi, Dannie Eliar, regular. You must be Nick, Xavier told me about you." I said as Nick shook my hand.

"Hi there, I'm Nick Statice, freshmen in college."

"Wow, college, huh? I hear you're good at inking. Mind if I take a sneak peek?" I asked as Nick smiled.

"Sure, I'm working on a new piece I call, "Flying too far"." Nick said as I followed him to the back of counter to a back room. It was brightly lit in there, but Nick handed me a pair of black sunglasses. I walked over to a raised desk with pieces of paper scattered everywhere. As I peered over his shoulder, I smelled faint cologne, which was also a turn on. Nick was drawing on a piece of wax paper with a sharper. I was surprised that he didn't mess up, because I would. He was drawing a feather with blood dripping from it. That blood fell and and hardened into chipped piece of brick. I raised my eyebrows and nodded approvingly.

"I like it. It has meaning." I said, which put a smile on his face.

"Thanks. I'm guessing you didn't come here to make fun of the newbie, right? I have other drafts I have in the first drawer in the cabinet. You can look through those if you like." Nick said nudging his head towards a black filing cabinet, not taking his eyes off of his work. I walked over to the cabinet and opened it. I found a purple folder with other sheets of wax paper. They were amazing. Pictures of demonic, angelic, tribal, vintage, modern, hipster designs. I couldn't stop flipping through them.

"This is amazing, Nick. You can do all of this and you're just a freshman in college? I'm staring to think you're Picasso's reincarnation." I said as Nick gave me a husky laugh.

"I appreciate that. So, why are you getting a new tattoo when you're already so inked up?" Nick asked, like he saw right through my smile. I frowned and set down the file on his desk. I leaned against the wall and ran my finger through my hair.

"You don't want to hear a girl whine about her problems."

"You don't know that. Can it really be that bad?"

"Is getting broken, then fixed and broken even harder after that, something you would want to go into detail with?"

"Ah... So it's a broken heart? Some girls would usually be depressed and devote their whole life to watching chick-flicks, but you, Dannie, come here to tattoo yourself. I like your spunk. I really do." Nick said. I gulped and tried to bite back the tears, but as soon as one tear fell, the rest kept on coming.

"I hate him.... I hate his fucking guts!" I cried, but Nick just smiled.

"I'm sure you do if he made such a pretty girl cry this much."

(So, I know this chapter is really short, but it's because I didn't have much time to write and edit it. But I hope you like it!)