Ciao! I wrote this story for my best friend Mari who is literally the reason I started writing these stories. I wanted to write a short message thanking him for sticking with me through all the bullshit I've put him though. I love you to Pluto and back!
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'...and you call me the bitch?' I placed my hands on my hips, catching my cheering boyfriends attention. I had, once again, caught his sucking face with some blonde he picked up off the street. He had her sat on the hood of his cherry red Chevy Corvette, his hands slipped up her skin-tight cocktail dress and her crimson lipstick all over his lips.
'Fuck off!'
'What? I should just fuck off and let you fuck some bitch? Aren't you supposed to be my fuckin' boyfriend? Why force me to stick around if y'gonna keep tangling tongues with other women?' I shouted, not even offended by that point. I was almost used to it. Almost. He let go of the girl for a moment just to stomp towards me and bunch his tainted fingers in my hair.
'You shut your fucking whore mouth! You'd be dead if it wasn't for me so fuck off!'
'I would if you'd let me!' His free hand slapped me across my right cheek and suddenly, I felt nothing. My eyes burnt into his spiky brown hair and domestic blue eyes. He was asking himself why he forced me to stay with him. Then his eyes wandered down my body and he remembered. My cheek stung with white, hot pain but I refused to let him see the tears I was holding back. 'Fuck you, Gavin. I fucking hate your sorry arse.'
'I'm the one who fucking feeds you every night so shut up and go make yourself useful.'
I was forced into a life of illegal racing and abuse. Most people say that but I meant it. When Gavin found me, I was selling my body for money to live. My home was an ally behind K-Mart and my family had forgotten my name. He promised me a warm, loving home and all he wanted in return was my unquestioned trust.
I gave it to him.
Looking back, I was better off dying on the wet concrete behind that sad little store. However, you can't change the past yet.
I cursed Gavin as my thick boots clacked against the wet ground. Rain had begun pouring onto my pathetic head as I stomped down the dim streets, my whole body quivering at the temperature. I was only wearing a black crop top with a leather vest and high-waisted black skinny jeans. My damp hair was clinging to my forehead like a baby to its mother and my mind was racing faster than a Hennessey Venom GT. I wanted nothing more than to run away from Gavin and everything he promised me but I needed what he had. I needed a car. Something to get me by, give me shelter and validation. But I knew I'd never get the chance to run away like that so, I walked home. To Gavin's house.
'And you stay with him because...'
'Because I need the money! Even if I didn't he wouldn't let me go! The guy is just a meat-headed dog!' I complained, pacing back and fourth in front of my friends Scion FR-S.
'I don't know what to tell you, (Y/n). It's either you leave Gavin and starve on the street or stay with him and be abused.' Kitty sighed, shifting her arse on the top of her boyfriend's car.
'Well what would you do?'
'I don't know. I've been with Matt my entire life. He's my one and only...'
'And you're my beautiful baby girl.' Matt suddenly approached the two of us, baggy jeans bouncing with each step he took. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, watching as he stepped beside his car and puckered his lips. Kitty leaned down, giving him a heated kiss.
'Fucking gross.' I gagged, stepping away from them. I dragged my feet across the car park, staring at the gorgeous vehicles people had brought for the weekly drag race Gavin always competed (and won) in. Gavin was getting head from some chick in his car, letting me wander alone across a sea of bloodthirsty dogs. I almost felt like a child staring through a shop window, marvelling at something they couldn't possibly have. Suddenly, something came whizzing into the car park at the speed of lightning. Someone had sped their midnight black Pontiac Trans am 2014through the front gates and right in front of me. They slammed on the breaks right before running over my big toe and wound down the window, revealing someone incredible. Black, mildly wavy raven hair, pale skin like the crescent moon and pale blue eyes that reminded me of rainfall. His pink lips were decorated with black snake-bite piercings and a single lip ring on the opposite side. He had dark eyeshadow coating his eyelids and, needless to say, I had a crush.
'What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?' Oh god his voice. His voice could only be described as heart attack inducing. It was the kind of dark voice a vampire would use when luring prey. He was just getting better by the second.
'My boyfriend forces me to come here...' My throat suddenly felt dry at the sight of his kissable lips curving into a gentle frown.
'Why isn't he with you?'
'He...why do you care?'
'Why do you care if I ask?'
'I don't.'
'Well I do. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering around here without an escort. Whoever your boyfriend is, he's certainly a real-'
'A real what?' Gavin shouted suddenly, marching towards me and the breathtaking man who was still sitting comfortably in his gorgeous car. 'Who the fuck are you?'
'Ricky Horror Olson. You?' Ricky. Even his name made my heart suddenly ache.
'I'm the fastest driver in L.A!'
'You mean you were the fastest driver in L.A?' Ricky challenged, catching the attention of everybody around us. I gulped loudly, knowing what was about to happen.
'What did you just-'
'Your boyfriend is a real dunce.' Ricky cut Gavin off, his dead eyes wandering from my idiot boyfriend to me.
'Hey! Don't talk to her! Talk to me!'
'I don't want to talk to you. I don't like idiots. However, I am very bored and would like to have some fun. Wanna race?' God Ricky was so fluent. He could talk God into becoming an atheist.
'Race you? In a Trans AM? Are you poor or just stupid?'
'Both but that is not the point. The point is, I want something you have and I want to race you for it.' Ricky's eyes didn't avert from mine. We were staring into each other like paintings. I couldn't look away from him but o got the odd feeling that he was exactly the same.
'What is it?' I blurted before Gavin forced his fist into my cheek.
'Fuck off! Go back to-'
'I want to race for her.' Ricky cut Gavin off with a finger pointed straight at me. Gavin's eyes widened and hand wandered from my face to my arm, holding me like property.
'You want this little whore?'
'Are you def? Yes, I want her. And, if you win I'll give you 2,000 dollars.' I could already hear "ooo's" and gasps of surprise from around me. Ricky was a mystery wrapped inside an enigma.
'You sped in here with a Trans AM, uninvited and now your betting 2,000 dollars for a slut that isn't worth 5?'
'I can take my money elsewhere if that'll please you.'
'Fine, fine. We'll race.' Gavin tsked letting go of me and storming off to his car that looked like garbage compared to Ricky's. I leaned in the window, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping the door.
'Why're you doing this?' I asked, a strange flutter invading my chest as Ricky's eyes skimmed over the bruise forming of my cheek.
'I'll tell you after I win, okay doll?'
Doll.
'O-Okay...'
Holy shit.
Holy...
Oh my god.
'Okay, time to go doll.' Ricky grinned, stepping out of his roaring Trans Am blaring heavy metal music. Gavin was stunned, almost as much as I was. Ricky won.
'How did you do that? No one is better at racing than me!' Gavin rushed over to Ricky's car and lifted the hood, suddenly growling at the sight. 'Bitch, come here!' I hurried over to Gavin, suddenly gasping as I took in the motor Ricky was equipped with. 'What is that?'
'That's a LS based GM small-block engine, tailor made for the Firebird Trans Am...' I couldn't help but let my heart race at the sight of its shiny black finish and golden engravings along the outside that started its name and where it was manufactured.
'Well, Gavin, a deal is a deal. Come on, doll. Lets get out of here.' Without even thinking, I got into the passenger seat of Ricky's car and watched as he slammed the hood down and waved goodbye to Gavin who was stunned into silence. Ricky slipped into the drivers seat and instantly sped off into the night.
'S-So...why did you help me? What're you going to do with me?' I stuttered from beside him after turning the stereo down.
'Honestly...I just couldn't stand to see him hurt you. I saw you yesterday, wandering around in the rain like a lost puppy and it pained me to an unhealthy extent. I didn't sleep that night, knowing that you could still be out there and unsafe. So I came back tonight to see if you were there.'
'Nobody is that kind.'
'I'm not nobody.' He turned off of the main road and began to cruise down a line of houses, taking in the sight of each one until he turned into the driveway of house 72.
'I...are you going to keep me?'
'You say that as though you're property.'
'I am.'
'Says who? Your ex-boyfriend? I am your boyfriend now and I say that you can do and be whoever you want. I guess that's a bit ironic but it doesn't matter. If you want to go back to your ex, go ahead but if you want to start living life to the fullest, join me inside. Living life properly also comes with cookies I made a few hours ago so pick quickly before I eat them all.'
I admittedly spent almost a whole hour sitting in the passenger side of his car, wondering what to do. Ricky was everything I had ever dreamt of but I barely knew him. He could've been a murderer for all I knew but...what did I have to lose?
I stepped into Ricky's home, blushing at the sight of Ricky staring intensely at a plate of cookies. 'U-Um...Ricky?' I snapped him out of his thoughts. His head shot in my direction and a gentle smile snuck across his pink lips.
'You actually stayed...'
'W-Well...yeah. You won me after all. Were you just going to stare at those cookies?'
'I was actually saving them for you. I made them for you this morning...I...also made up my guest bedroom for you...' He blushed, getting up from the large couch that sat behind a coffee table and approaching me.
'But...how did you know you'd win the race? What if I wasn't there? What if-'
'I didn't know if I'd win. I didn't know if you were going to be there but I would've kept trying. I would've kept checking until I found you...I...I probably sound like the biggest dork but...I hate looking at you because I can't think straight for the rest of the day...You're just...' He trailed off, obviously too embarrassed to keep talking. I loved that. I loved how when we were alone he dropped the egotistical personality. He was just a gentle little boy and he had fallen hopelessly in love with a ticking time bomb.
I was a hurricane of a girl, in love with a crescent moon of a boy.
'Ricky...Lets get to know each other before this goes anywhere okay?'
'O-Of course...s-sorry for being so awkward...you just make me so nervous.' He apologised, staring down at his feet.
'It's okay...thank you for saving me.'
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If you wanna see a part two, leave a comment telling me so and what you think should happen in it! Ciao!
