Porcelain

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Josiah's POV

I tapped Axton's shoulder to gain his attention. He turned his head my way and I nodded towards Kieran and his puppets walking out from C22. Some groaned quietly while rubbing a sore area and the sight of Kieran's cheek turning purple almost got me laughing out loud, legit. Someone battered them up pretty bad.

"A fight?" Axton got the attention of the rest of WU and now everyone was eyeing the group heading outside to fix their bruises.

"Wanna see the corpses?". I grinned and all four of us walked to the door which stood half-open. Before my hand even touched the handle it fully opened and a girl stood confused in the entrance.

'The girl from yesterday'.

Blood was dried on the side of her lip and she ran her dark-bloodied hand through her hair and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Happy to see us again I presume." Emeka tugged on my sleeve and I looked his way. 'The hot chick from Havoc's grudge?' He mouthed and I shocked my head 'yes'. I guess I had given a way too detailed picture of her to him who weren't with us when we meet her.

"Dude, I appreciate that you didn't try to kill me in the Me-casa-es-no-tu-casa-fight but I'm not in the mood right now so move." I laughed at her reference and she tiredly took a deep breath. Emeka mumbled something in style with 'I wish I was there' and Axton nodded in agreement. He had been sulking ever since we told him what happened that night. Apparently, he now promised to never leave our side to catch up on GoT ever again, since all the exciting events took place when he was nowhere to be found.

"Well since I made it easy for you, why not repay me." I didn't know why I continued bothering her when she clearly wasn't feeling well, but I did. She gripped the door seal to steady herself and momentarily closed her eyes.

"What do you want?" She whispered just loud enough for us to catch what she was saying and stared impatiently right at me.

"Tell us why you fought those men in the alley." She looked up and shook her head.

"How can I know that you won't sell the intel to your superiors or whatever, I won't tell you a shit." Rigidity and determination were written all over her and I chuckled while leaning in closer.

"I don't have 'superiors'. I'm at the top of the hierarchy." A scoffed slipped her lips and she tipped toed so we stood face to face, leaned in, and slowly whispered in my ear, emphasizing each word with great meaning.

"Well, I guess I'm an outcast then because I'm done taking orders." And that was it. 'Fuck'. Her hair swayed back and forth as she jogged away, out of school, probably directed home.

"She is something." Others hummed in compliance and Trey decided to chime in.

"When Josiah, Axton, and I saw her she put up a real fight against Havoc. Not to mention the battered up bodies on the floor." Trey nudged Axton to keep him from interrupting when he opened his mouth to say something. "I'm actually quite curious about her, can't we dig a hole around her, see what we find?"

"I'm game. What do you say?" Axton looked at me, anticipation reflecting in his eyes as well as the others.

"You know what they say. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." And with that, it began.

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Rebekah's POV

After I had threatened the shop owner, also the proprietor for my room, to expose them with their black business, which luckily I was right about, I didn't have to pay rent. In exchange they wanted me to keep my mouth shut and let them stock their liquid next to my bed "If you touch any you're out. I've counted them, all right?" Now there was even less area to walk around on but not having to work and just living on a student grant for food was totally worth it. So with my new free time, I hit the gym.

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"I love being blessed by your presence." A wide smile greeted me as soon as I entered and I couldn't hide the beam creeping up on me.

"That's because you don't have to clean the place yourself, Dan." He laughed and I went behind the desk to give him a tight hug.

Dan owned the gym I went to and we had developed a strong friendship. He had just graduated from college and opened this place, with help from his parent's bank account, as a way of training while getting paid. Though it was relatively new so it wasn't that well known, therefore he used me, a two-way street, for cleaning after I had worked out for free. Plus, he teaches me martial arts, or at least he did. Though at this stage I usually did it by myself and a punching bag since I was way over a beginner's level.

After exchanging greetings and small talk I went over to the boxing rink and started warming up. The exercises spread heat through my body and I shook my mind of the thing that I actually wanted right now. 'I'm better than that.' I went to my bag and put on earphones with rap music blasting my mind.

I changed location after bandaging my hands and began working on my technique. At times I heard Dan yelling Keep your hip up or Use more strength in your rotation but I generally yelled back I know so shut the fuck up, I'm trying to focus and he just chuckled. Just because he was some black belt-sensei-shit didn't mean he should push me down from my own built pedestal.

'I'm apparently good enough to put on a fight against some local gangs if that counts as something...'

When both my workout and cleaning were done I grabbed my bag after taking out my water bottle and locked the place down.

Dan had given me a spare key since his 'shift' ended before I was done. I had told him that he was his own boss and didn't have 'shifts' and should work 24/7 to keep his place in the shack. His reply though was that he didn't need to overwork himself when he had his own personal slave at the moment ′The irony in that'.

I shouldn't complain though, 'cause I probably owed him my life. The fighting skills he had taught me kept me out of a lot of trouble or at least saved me in the midst of them. So I was undeniably grateful, even though Dan didn't know my specific reason for fighting I was certain he had caught up on a couple of things to figure something out, but he never asked any questions when I came to him all bruised and bloodied.

Since the gym was like my second home after I'd come back he was the person I hung out the most with so hiding my identity was quite difficult. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, at all, but opening up to one would make me want to scream out my reality and most of all my past on a global live show. When everything was patched up and done I headed home, actually looking forward to getting some sleep for once.

'Maybe everything will get back to normal faster than I expected.'

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