Chapter4: Have you ever been on a pole
"I'm going to just put some ointment on it," The guy assures me when he comes back into the room with what looks like a very large first aid kit. He closes the door behind him before coming back and sitting on the bed. "I'm going to need for you lay across my lap." He tells me, and my cheeks begin to warm.
"I'm not a rapist or anything. I promise I have a clean record- well, maybe not a clean one- but I'm not going to do anything to you." He tells me, and I reluctantly lay across his lap before I begin to piece together his statement.
He lifts my shirt up slightly. I flinch as he wipes the wound on my back, and it begins to sting.
"Just alcohol," He informs me before drying the alcohol away with a towel, dabbing lightly.
The door opens, revealing a girl standing in the doorway with barely any clothes on. Okay, that's a bit of an overstatement, but her top only reaches down to just above her belly button. Her shorts are shorter than those of the girl who worked at that bar Tristian had taken me to. This girl is blonde with olive skin and brown eyes, and she has a body anyone would kill for. She's 5'7, thin, and toned.
"Roman, what are you doing?" She asks, her strong southern drawl matching Tristian's. I begin to wonder if this girl is the girlfriend of the man whose lap I'm laying on, but pause when I realize that she said his name.
So it's Roman.
"Jessie, what do you want?" He asks calmly as if her barging into the room isn't awkward. I'd definitely be more worried if my girlfriend walked in on me with another girl laid across my lap, her shirt halfway up her back.
This doesn't look good.
I start to move, but Roman pushes me backs down by my shoulder as he continues to prod at my back. "Be still," He hisses, and I obey.
"I was just coming to see if you wanted something to eat, I made a lot of change tonight." She tells him, reaching into her bra and pulling out a wad of cash.
"Yea, pizza sounds nice."
She nods, before walking over and sucking in a breath when she sees my back.
"Damn girl, who gave you those bruises?" She asks, but I know it's a rhetorical question. "Roman, dude, you need to get Liz to look at that cut."
He lets out a sigh. "I've got this, thank you very much." He doesn't sound the least bit thankful, and the girl rolls her eyes.
"Whatever," she says, retreating to leave the room.
A couple of minutes later, there's a huge bandage on my back, and Roman is demanding to know what happened to me.
"I mean, its one thing for Tristian to bring in strays. But bringing in a minor, who obviously has problems at home, is another thing." He shakes his head. "Dammit."
Wow, how sympathetic.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude or anything." I try to defend, but he waves his hand.
"No, I shouldn't be mad at you, I'll have a word with Tristian when he gets back. You may want to put something on that eye. If you ask, Jessie will probably know what to do. She's used to getting into fights." He advises me as he begins to pack up the first aid kit.
Just as I open the door to leave, he adds, "You should go downstairs and get some pain killers out of the cabinet."
I jog down the stairs, wincing as pain shoots through my back.
"So, who are you?" The blonde girl asks when I open the kitchen door. I can't help but jump. She's sitting at the table, playing on an iPad, and doesn't look up at me.
"I-I'm Ariel." I manage to stutter.
She looks up from the iPad and extends her hand. "I'm Jessie, nice to meet you." Before I can say anything, she barrels on. "So who did you hook up with, Roman or Tristian?" She tilts her head to the side.
Why does everyone ask who I hooked up with?
"Neither," I tell her, and she looks at me as if she's trying to figure something out.
"Hmm, I suppose you are a little too skinny for him. Tristian, I mean," she adds. "You look more like Roman's type, but he isn't really into jail bait, and I'm guessing you're sixteen or seventeen."
"Seventeen."
"Ever been on a pole before? If you don't mind me asking." She says, and my cheeks turn red. She lets out a chuckle. "Just joking. You actually look like one of those models in the magazines, but I guess not." She observes before going back to her iPad. "Pain killers are in the cabinet above the stove."
I nod in appreciation, even though she can't see it. I reach above the stove and open the cabinet, seeing a whole stock of medication, both over-the-counter, and prescription. I grab a bottle of Tylenol and take a bottle of water out of the case by the fridge.
"Hey Jessie, please tell me you've ordered something to eat." A new voice says, walking into the kitchen. I turn to see a short woman- well, short compared to me. She has dark skin, long black hair, and hazel eyes. Her features are perfectly balanced, and she looks more like a model than the ones in the magazines.
"Yeah girl, I worked up an appetite tonight." Jessie lets out a chuckle before her eyes land on me.
"Did you turn gay? I know this girl isn't here for Tristian or Roman. She's too skinny, too young."
I let out a sigh at the repeated description, and Jessie chuckles, "My experimenting days are over. She's not here for me." She looks up from the iPad. "You actually didn't mention why you're here." She says it as if she's just now realizing this.
The kitchen door swings open and Tristian walks in. "She needs a place to stay for tonight, and we're going to let her stay here." He gives both girls kisses on the cheek before showing me that he has my suitcase. "I forgot it was in the car, sorry. I'll take it up for you." He heads upstairs, and the room falls silent. The dark skinned woman looks at me, and Jessie continues playing on her iPad.
"I'm Liz," the girl finally says, walking over to shake my hand. "Welcome to the crazy house. Once you come in, you won't be able to get out the door fast enough."
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✔ OFFICIALY EDITED February 22, 2014, by icefire7773
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Crazy House
HumorA medical student. A psychiatrist drop out. A con-artist. A stripper. Oh, and lets not forget the newest addition, me.. A run away.