SOS (Sisters of Sins)

Idiotic Fucktard

Gang House, King William Street, City, 10:56pm Tuesday
Freya's POV:

Well, that was exciting. Not.

A group of guys, probably Corrupted, started shooting down the house. Thing is, we have bullet proof windows, our door has a back case of steal, and the fences are ten feet high. There is no getting inside.

So we just hid inside until they got bored and left. To be honest, I was probably found it more boring than them. We couldn't do anything. You couldn't use any technology in case they could hack in, and going outside was an obvious no, no.

Boring.

Well... Kay was panicking as if he was on a ship and just hit an iceberg. Mainly because of the gun fire. You could say he has a fear of them, guns that is, maybe even a phobia. Seriously, the way he reacted was... It was sort of frightening. He did have a panic attack after all.

"Hey, hey, hey, Freya. What happened earlier? You know, when I blacked out." Elise asks, blocking my view of my bedroom ceiling. I sigh, push her face away and sit up with my legs crossed.

"What do you remember?" I question, my tone neutral. She crawls up to the end of my bed and sits on her legs, facing me.

She looks lost in thought for a second, as if she's not actually here. "You two leaving the change rooms. Then a girl asked about scars... In my back... But I don't have any." she states, frowning in concentration.

"Oh..." I frown, realizing the trigger.

She does have scars. All over her back actually. Some are from whipping, most are knife wounds and a few... I few are from burning. They.. They come from many years ago... But that's not a story for me to tell. Especially when I don't even know the full story.

"So... What happened?" she asks, knocking me out my thoughts.

"Not much... You just blacked out." I shrug, scratching my elbow.

"Ugh, fine. I need to pee anyway." she sighs, jumping off my bed and out the door. My phone vibrates before letting out its usual chime.

Oh yeah, don't tell me we can use our devices. No, of course not.

I lean over to my bed side table and grab my phone. "Hello?" I say into my phone, answering it.

"Hey, Sugar Sweet. Meet me at the hook, midnight. Don't let me down." Comes a familiar voice, toxic and addicting. Oh, God...

"Oh OK, I-I I'll be there. See you." I smile, bringing my other hand to my phone, on my ear, smiling loosely.

"You know it, baby." he says, hanging up. Oh fuck, it's already past eleven... How am I going to get there?

I bolt into my change room and walk down until I find my darks. I grab out a black, long sleeved dress and tights, along with combat boots.

Once I'm dressed I fix up my makeup to a darker look. I lather on some purple lipstick. I grab a small leather backpack and stuff in my phone, purse and keys. I strap a handgun to my thigh just in case.

I walk back into my room and open up the large window. I step out and sit on the window seal. I look down and suck in a breath. Damn it's high up here. This is the one time I'm really happy buildings are literally built a metre away from each other.

I reach across and grab the opposite window seal. Shit, shit, shit! I lose my balance and fall. Luckily I know how to land properly but that didn't stop me from hitting my hip on the way down.

I grab into my hip and hold in a groan. Ow, why does hitting your hip hurt so much? I sigh and walk around the corner of the street undetected, calling a taxi.

Once it arrives I get in the back seat and tell him where to go. The ride is quiet, just the quiet beat of low volume radio. He turns at the bend that takes us onto the street separating the beach and houses. It took about half an hour to get here and it will take another fifteen minutes to get to the bays hook.

I look out to the rising sea. There's a small scatter of boats with twinkling lights. On the other side, mainly two story houses line the road. Almost all of them have balconies and the majority are modern looking, dull almost.

We arrive and I give the driver his money, thanking him too. As soon as I walk out, the cold sea air hits me. My hair goes everywhere and I pull it into a bunch on my shoulder. My heart rate speeds up as I see who I assume is him on the pier. I walk into the old wooden slabs that wheeze when I step onto them.

He turns to me and I can just make out a smile in the low dim glow of the street lights. He stands up and walks towards me, my heart slams in my chest. He walks up close to me and grabs my hands, leaning close to my ear.

"You're early, Sugar." he says, his voice deep and smooth. He pulls back and smiles. He's so damn hot...

I lean up and kiss him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. My hands grip his hair as he tugs my lip with his teeth. I part my lips and he deepens the kiss.

We pull apart gasping for air. "I missed you." I breathe, meaning it. I really have, it's been over a year since I've seen him and I've hardly Talked to him.

"Of course you have. Does Bailee hate me and Daim?" he asks, eyebrow raised.

"Don't kid yourself C, she always hated you. But yeah, she does." I chuckle, so does he. Actually, they have pretty bad timing. Right after they left everything just... Broke.

"Of course. Never liked me. What was her nickname for me?" he asks, pursing his lips.

"Idiotic fucktard." I laugh, he copies. He shakes his head and pulls me against him.

He still hasn't changed.

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Sooooo..... BWAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry it's just so funny because you have no idea what bull poop I'm about to pull.

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Anyway...

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