Tainting Lilacs [Slow Updates]

Chapter Two: Sprouting Buds

A/n : So if you are reading this as it comes out you should know I went back and changed major details in the original part 1 and 2. It's not just grammar but plot stuff too. I changed the description and tags as well. This story started out as a fun little BL but now it is quite special to me and I hope to make it into a real book one day. This story also got a lot darker than I originally intended. Sooo rip your feelings real soon. Anyway have a great day and #Pray4Udo because- weeeell you'll see. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)   

                                                                                     ~ PP

I remained in my place as she looked up at me. She didn't have to say another word for me to get an idea of who she was. Another million ideas of what she was here for shot up in my mind. I stood, not knowing what to do.

"I can't believe I found you and across the street, of all places!" She said smiling at me, she seemed absurdly upbeat. Not like what I expected her to sound. She was clearly poor; washed out. She reeked of tobacco drenched in cheap perfume. I could tell so much about a person from how they smelled. She smelled sad and damaged. She smelled like no good.

She flung her cigarette and stood up to face me. I had to step back because she was that close. Her upbeat manner even more prevalent in her stance. "It seems my luck has finally turned around."  The smile still plastered on her face made all menace disappear.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong person,"I said quickly pushing past her and to the door of my building, making my escape. She was clearly different. Small. Harmless. Vincible. That made pushing past her easy though it didn't sooth my fear. She didn't matter. It's who she worked for that did.

"Mr. Udo, please wait!" She pleaded just before I entered, " You probably don't recognize me, but my name's Nanana and I'm a waitress at Sleepless."

Nothing she just said made me doubt what I had come to assume. Nothing she said made me want to look back. I hurried through the door, but of course, she followed me. She cut ahead blocking my path to the stairs.

"Mr. Udo!"

"Don't call me that!" I hissed. Unafraid to soften my tone.

She froze for a moment. As if she was truly. Truly apologetic. "Okay. What would you like me to call you?"

I was taken aback.

"Nothing." I said shaking my head, "I just want you to leave me alone. You can tell the same to Moana or Missami or whoever you work for."

"Wow, you just call her Moana." There was a hint of childlike awe in her voice. The sound of wonder at how I addressed Moana made me question my previous actions. I looked at the girl in greater depth, realizing how young she has to be. No older than eighteen, tops. That was about my age when I was pulled in. Not that it changed anything.

"Listen," she said snapping out of her slight daze, "I don't work for Mrs. Moana or anybody else. Well, I guess I do, technically." She must have seen the lack of faith in my eyes and jumped to the point. "But I'm not here because they told me to be, I'm here because I need your help."

"My help?"

"I need your help to get me out of the sisterhood."

My eyes widened. Nope. Nope. Nope. Never. I shoved past her and up the stairs. Shocked by what I heard. This was not how I pictured things to turn out, but this was perhaps worse than my imagination.

"Mr. Udo, wait!" she called out.

"Absolutely not, and stop calling me that." I yelled down furiously trying to flee, "Do you know what you're asking me? "

"Please. If anyone can get me out it's you." She was following me up the stairs and to my floor. This kid didn't know how to give up.

"It's impossible to get out of the sisterhood." I said speed walking to my door hasty to get out and away from this situation., "Once you're in your indebted to her for life."

"But you did it!"

I stopped at my door turning to face her. But you did it. But you did it. Those words instantly irritated me. She had no idea what i had to do. What i had done. I held my breath looking down at her. There was so much I could say but I knew she wasn't the one worth saying it to. No one was.

"My situation was... much different.", I began going with a softer approach., "And if you haven't noticed I was never exactly a sister.", I said hovering my hand over the genital region.

"Well Duh! Of course, I know you're a boy.", She said completely chewing the scenery. This girl was so overdramatic. That was until her tone shifted.

"But that didn't change the fact that to Mrs. Moana you were just like everyone else. You still had to do things like everyone else had to do. You still had to fight just as hard as everyone else did if not harder. And after all of that you still made it out. You still made it out of there because you're like amazing."

I could tell she didn't know the full story. There was so much that no one could know. Despite that for some reason, I don't know what it was, she seemed to really mean what she was saying. It was sweet and genuine. , "And besides you're gay. Gay guys are basically girls."

"Okay.", I said turning to face my door. I was half smiling at that verbal red flag. It reminded me that she was still dumb and young and ignorant. It reminded me not to take what she said at face value especially that stupid pep talk. I ignored her presents and started to rummage for my keys.

"Please, Mr. - ugh.", She began trying to catch my attention again, "Okay, do you know how we met."

I continued to ignore her still rummaging.

"I was working... there. It was one of my first nights and I didn't know what to do. Some creepy guy kept touching me asking me how old I was. Asking what my name was. He said he didn't care I was underaged he said he liked that I was young. I thought he was going to hurt me. I was terrified and then you came out and you grabbed him. You said that everything in this club was yours and you didn't like it when people touches your things or something bad ass like that. And everything was just...better."

"I don't remember that.", I said frankly. Finally speaking up.

"I'm sure you've had a lot of moments like that. It was right before you left.", She clarified.

Right before I left huh. That explains why I couldn't remember it.

"You're so cool and fearless and I know if anyone can get me out of this it's you."

"You're wrong. That was so long ago. I can't do anything now."

"Yes, you-"

"No.", I cut her off. Tired of playing this game with her... and with myself. "I don't want to do anything."

She looked up at me I could feel the growing devastation, "I just want to be left alone. I'm sorry. I won't help you.", I turned the key through my door opening it slightly. I only stopped when I heard her speak up once more.

"Ms. Moana, she wants me to do things this Friday. Like really bad stuff and I'm scared." I looked back slightly. There was no denying the fear in her eyes. ," All I wanted was food and drugs and she said she could give that to me. I didn't realize how far she wanted me to go. You know how it is."

She had no idea.

"I'm just seventeen and there's so much more I want to do. Please, I'm begging you. I can't die here. I can't die living like this."

I sighed looking up at her. She was so young and so hopeful. What a pity.

"We all want to live.", I said shutting the door hard.