When you walk away, you don't hear me say please, oh baby, don't go.
I winced when the straightener flew loose from the strands. I glanced up at the mirror. I was half-way done, and I already hated it. A silky smooth finish on one side, my natural curls on the other. My hands stung from the pressure I put on the straightener. I wanted nothing more than to throw it away from me again, but I knew better. He'd threatened me already, he wouldn't give me another chance. If there were something I wanted to keep, it was my privacy.
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight. It's hard to let it go
Time was pointless again. I realized that when I finished straightening my hair. I still got hungry and tired, but there was nothing to indicate how long I stayed there. I knew it was a while, as I ended up sleeping several times. I had resisted straightening my hair, but realized the damn pillow was going to ruin my kinks and curls.
Designed to look how he wanted.
You're giving me too many things, lately you're all I need. You smiled at me and said...
Food sometimes showed up, carried in on a table by a servant. I hadn't seen The Phantom since I first woke up, and I couldn't tell if I enjoyed that or not. The servants ranged from orderly and done quickly, to telling me to sing countless songs until my throat started to burn. I was a music box, able to sing anything someone wanted, even if I didn't know the song beforehand.
Don't get me wrong I love you, but does that mean I have to meet your father?
My solace was my time alone. I could still sing my own songs, as loud or as quietly as I wanted. No one to force me, and I could stop anytime I wanted. Of course, I found myself singing Nate's a lot. There was something comforting in only hearing them when I wanted to. After being forced to sing Sandcastle Kingdoms, no one else had asked for any songs from Give Heart Records. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have any other reason then liking the songs for being happy about that.
On the really rough times, there was one song in particular I went to – it wasn't even his.
When we are older you'll understand, what I meant when I said no. I don't think life is quite that simple.
"Well...That complicates this, doesn't it."
The Phantom's words bounced around in my head constantly. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I constantly replayed the scene in my head.
"That complicates this." he said... Right after I had yelled for Nate.
When you walk away, you don't hear me say please, oh baby, don't go.
I flailed a bit to keep my balance before I managed to sit and hold on. I felt Nate hesitate.
"You sure you want to do this?"
I could feel his voice from my spot close to his neck.
"Yeah," I stated more confidently than I felt. "I want to go wandering out of this room with you, certainly don't intend to make you hold your hand up the entire time."
"I think we need to practice this balancing act first," he mused.
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight. It's hard to let it go
We scrambled across the Earth walkway, barely hearing the two men who had brought us there, not stopping until our arms were around the other. I burst into tears, the embrace something I hadn't realized I needed until that moment.
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Songbird
FanfictionIrie had spent years singing at her friend's bar, just wanting to help anyone who would listen. One night, a man offers to help her reach more people, improve her own skills. His claim of all of it for free left her skeptical, but she ultimately sh...
