Off To Wonderland

Sparrow Fly through My Window

Saturday morning was a living nightmare for Amber.

“Bitch wake up, we have company.” Amber groaned and rolled over ignoring her stepdad, until he punched her hard in the side.

“Fuck!” she screamed rolling over and looking at him.

“Get up we have guests.” She rolled out of bed and followed him into the living room. The night before had actually been the first time in a long time that she actually wasn’t drunk, doped up, or too tired to get into her PJs.

“Who is here,” she asked rubbing her eyes.

“Cute Pajamas,” a weasel voice said. She looked to the couch to see two men sitting on it. The one who had spoken had a very narrow face, squinty eyes, and was very skinny. He had dark hair, and dull blue eyes. The other man was built, bald, and had an ugly looking face, that was twisted up into a sick grin.

“Umm thanks…” Amber muttered.

“This is Warrick,” he pointed to the skinny man, “and Butch,” pointing to the built man. Normally Jimmy didn’t introduce her to his friends so she wasn’t too sure what to think.

“Umm Kay...”

“They are renting you for today.” Jimmy said cracking open a beer. Amber gapped at him.

“They’re what!” she looked back at the two men and saw their eyes scanning her body in a sickening way. “Oh Fuck that!” she said as she ran to her room. She heard footsteps running right behind her; she reached the window and pulled it open, but just as she tried to get through some one grabbed her leg and yanked her back. Her face met the floor in the most unpleasant of ways. She started to scream, kicking and flailing her arms at whoever she could reach.

“I’ll leave you guys alone to get aquatinted better,” Jimmy laughed as he shut her door.

“You bastard!” she screamed as a hand went over her mouth.

“Quite the feisty one isn’t she?” the skinny one huffed.

“Just the way I like it,” answer the bald man

By seven the men were gone. Amber sat on her bed, completely naked and crying. Her body and mind was in so much agony and she didn’t know where to push all the hurt. There was a knock on the window, but Amber didn’t move she stayed exactly where she was. She heard the window open and someone climbed in.

Sparrow looked saw Amber, her legs pulled up to her chest and bruises on her arms and ankles.

“Oh, Fuck.” He breathed. “What the hell happened?” Amber couldn’t answer him, and she began to sob uncontrollably into her knees. Sparrow sat down on her bed and pulled her into his arms rubbing her bare back, and whispering comforting words in her ear.

“He’s a bastard,” she sobbed into Sparrow’s chest.

“I know,” he breathed quietly, “I know.”  They sat there, until her phone vibrated. Sparrow reached over and grabbed it for her, still holding her in his arm. It was a text from Kimmber

Hey! You totally didn’t tell me that the Shack was throw’n a party?!? Where are you? You’re totally missing out!!

Sparrow read over her shoulder.

“You don’t have to go.” He said rubbing his thumb on her arm.

“I know. But I want to go for Kimmber.” she said quietly. Sparrow sighed.

“Then you better get dressed,” he said.

“I’m going to go take a shower first…” she said. She got off his lap and walked out of her room. Jimmy had left when the ‘clients’ had, and the apartment was quite. She got to the bathroom and turned on the warm shower. She stood feeling the water, roll down her body as if washing away all the bad things that had happened to her. After washing her and drying her hair she walked back to her room, with the towel wrapped around her waist. She opened the door and found Sparrow putting clothes on her bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Just picking out an outfit for you while you showered,” he smiled. She gave him a funny look then turned to see her outfit. Black shredded skinny jeans, with silver designs on the pockets. A black and silver tope with and open back. He had even picked out big whoop earrings and a sliver necklace that had a lightning bolt on it.

“What did you want to be a fashion assistant when you grew up or something,” he chuckled.

“No I just thought you would look good in this is all.”

“Oh..” she got dressed and then applied some lip-gloss, all the while Sparrow stared at her and smiled. She was starting to feel a bit embarrassed; he had seen her naked, crying, and then picked out clothes for her. when she was done she turned to face Sparrow,

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Amazing,” he said with a smile before offering her his arm. “Shall we go, my lady?”

“Yes we shall.” She said linking her arm in his, and they climbed out the window and down the fire escape.

When she and finally made it to the alley Sparrow lead her a few blocks over and she saw a gorgeous black Ferrari f430. Her mouth dropped and she looked at Sparrow, he chuckled and opened the passenger door for her.

“This is yours?”

“Yup,” he smiled as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “Drug money can get you a lot of nice things,” they pulled away from the curb and headed to the Shack.