Aspen held tightly onto Scotland's clenched fist as they ran through the streets. They rounded the corner and Aspen stopped and grabbed onto a nearby fence post to catch her breath.
"What was that about?!" she asked. Scotland was looking around the corner to make sure their location was masked. "Scotty!"
Scotland sighed and brushed her hair behind her ears that had pressed up against her sweat-drenched forehead, smearing the blood across her face. "I fucking told her, okay? She asked me...about him. And what he's being doing to us. So I fucking told her."
Aspen stood up straight and walked over to Scotland. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a cloth that she kept handy for all the times she had gotten bloodied up. "Here," she sighed and went to wipe the blood from Scotland's face. Scotland pulled back at first and then griped.
"You don't have to do that. I'm fine."
"I know you are. You always are," Aspen gave her a small smile. "So what are we going to do?"
"Fuck if I know. But we'll figure out something. We are NOT going back there. EVER. You hear me?" Scotland pulled her hair out of the bun and let it cascade down her back in brown tangles.
"You don't have to tell me that. It's not like I WANT to go back anytime soon." Aspen took a deep breath felt like she could cry. To let out all the frustration and pain she had felt all these years.
Scotland looked at her as the tears welled up in Aspen's green, makeup-clad eyes. "Don't do that..."
"I'm sorry," Aspen wiped from under her thick eyeliner and sighed. "We don't have any of our things."
"We can get new things" Scotland grabbed Aspen's hand. "Now let's go"
"Go where?"
"Anywhere."
And so they walked. After what seemed like about an hour, they reached a street corner where a homeless man sat atop a wooden box covered with old jackets and things it looked like he used as a pallet to sleep on. He had an old metal coffee can out in front of him, filled with loose change and a few dollar bills.
Scotland grabbed Aspen and pulled her down beside her on the pallet next to the man. "I'm so hungry I could eat a baby," Aspen moaned, her stomach churning.
"You ARE a baby," Scotland griped.
"What are you two girls doing out here. What happened to ya?" they heard the old man say.
Scotland pulled her knees up to her chin. "We've been through a lot, mister. A lot. And I don't really feel like talking about it to some random homeless guy."
Aspen pushed on her shoulder. "Don't be so rude," she whispered, "we're just tired and hungry and we don't have a home anymore" She spoke up to the man.
"Welp..." he chuckled. "Welcome to my life. Name's Bill. Most everyone calls me Old Bill."
Aspen's lip curled up into a funky smile. "Hey, Old Bill."
"So I assume you girls are hungry. What are ya, 16?" he asked.
"Eighteen" Scotland said, begrudgingly.
"Well. This one's a firecracker" he said, grinning. "Tell ya what. You take this..." he said, picking up the coffee can, "and get you girls something to eat. There's a few places right across the way there" he said, pointing a block away at what looked like a KFC, Burger King and Taco Bell.
"Thank you so much!" Aspen stood up and squatted back down to hug the man. He chuckled.
Scotland grabbed the can from the man and stood up. "Thanks old man," she uttered. "now let's go, Aspen."
They went hand in hand and continued down the road a block until they reached the four-way stop sign. They looked at each other and in unison said, "TACOS!"
They ran to the entrance, but stopped when they noticed a large black vehicle parked near the front. “What’s up with this black bus? It just screams ‘pedophile’.”
“I dunno bUT TACOS.” Aspen shrugged without paying it any attention. She gazed through the front windows of the Taco Bell hungrily, as the people inside simply stared. With it being nearly closing time, there were only two occupied tables: one was a young couple with a baby, and the other was a group of men and a woman whose faces were hidden. Scotland assumed it was a woman, judging by their raven hair that fell to the edge of the chair.
Scotland sighed and said, “Come on,” as she pushed open the glass doors, dragging Aspen inside by her wrist.
-PogoDeathray
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The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)
FanfictionThe story of two girls who grew up in an abusive foster home. They were treated as shit, raped, and beaten since they were toddlers. Finally, at the age of eighteen, once their foster mother finds out what has really been going on, she tells them to...
