Passed Along

Chapter 6

As I pushed forward the large doors it seemed all my senses became so keen. The touch of the wood under my finger tips, the smell of tobacco, the taste of mint from my toothpaste, the sound of creaking the doors made. They all seemed to enhance. The sight before my eyes was smokey, but I could make out a silhouette of a large man sitting at a desk with his foot propped up against his large desk. A large cigar was placed between his large fingers. My eyes travelled to his wrists where a large watch had been placed.

He brought the cigar up to his chapped lips and inhaled the smoke, savoring the smoke as if it was his last. His eyes fluttered open as he blowed a perfect 'o' of smoke.

His dull eyes slowly made their way towards me. His lips etched themselves to form an arrogant smirk as his eyes took in my frail body.

"Lana, poor,poor Lana. Haven't you gotten yourself in quite a pickle, I mean your owner is dead." He emphasized on the word dead. I cringed at the way he said Paul was my.. owner.

"Quiet little girl aren't you?"

I blinked as my response.

His large fingers pressed a button on a microphone looking thing.

"Call Celina in, I've got quite the job for her today." He smirked.

"Yes sir, right away." A nasally voice responded. I'm guessing she was a secretary.

"What is this place?" I squeaked out.

"It speaks!" He exclaimed. "This Lana I referred to as a sort of holding place for you fatally endured girls."

"Why would I need a holding place?" I questioned "Aren't I supposed to be free?"

"Oh you've got it all wrong darling, you'll only be free in death." He chuckled.

"Why?" Salty tears threatened to pour from my eyes. I thought since Paul was dead it would all be over. I had been dreaming of freedom for years. Nine years to be exact.

"You're property now. I've been waiting for Levil to hit the buckets for years now. You'd be perfect for Styles. Poor kid," He shakes his head "He's been so depressed since his last girl ran away."

"In all due respect where do I come into play in this?" I asked.

He leaned forward in his large leather chair.

"You look exactly like her."
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Celina had came in after a 15 minute long awkward silence.

She had long, curly, raven black hair and a peircing on her cheekbone. Many tattoos threatened to peek out of her loose shirt and baggy pants. It wasn't her body modifications that stuck out, it was her icy blue eyes.

She had brought me to a large room filled with cosmetics and a large mirror with a tall chair placed in front of the mirror.

"You're too pretty for this life." She stated sadly. "Enough pity, lets get down to business shall we?"

"Okay..?" I was unsure how to respond to her... compliment?

She smiled a 1000 watt smile and grabbed a pony tail from her wrist.

"Okay let's get this thick hair out of the way for now. I'm just gonna do your makeup, honey. I'm not going to hurt you." Celina stated as she pulled my hair up into a tight bun.

*half an hour later*

"Aaaand done!" Celina screeched as she finished my makeup.

As I opened my eyes I was shocked.

My eyes had been framed with a cat's eye eyeliner. My natural cheekbones had been highlighted. My face had been defined with makeup. But lastly my plump, full lips had been stained blood red.

In the first time on my life I had felt flawless.
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15 minutes later

Celina had effortlessly tamed my hair and made it look stunning. I had my hair in beach waves. I had seen pictures of girls with hair like mine from magazines Paul had left under the basement steps.

"T-thank you, Celina." I had involuntarily stuttered.

"No problem kiddo," She had her lips in a saddened smile," Poor soul, giving a makeup is the least I could do."
She had pulled me in for a bear hug before I could inquire her.

At first I was shocked but after hearing her sniffling, I rested my chin lightly on her shoulder. She had the look of danger and an untouchable look, but under her scary exterior she was truly beautiful.