Rescue | Tronnor

Chapter Eight

I've been walking for hours now, but I can't find Cobra's house. Tyler's wasn't that far away...

I'm jolted out of my thoughts when large hands lift me up by the lapels of my jacket and pin me to the nearest wall. Terrified, I look up and am met with fiery brown ones, blazing with anger. Cobra.

"Where d'you think you're going, kid?" He growls, one hand falling to rummage through my pockets. Within seconds, he confiscates my tip and shoves me into his car.

"Don't you fucking dare pull shit like that again," he says as he grabs my wrist, clamping a thin, metal cuff around it. "I'm keeping tabs on you, until you can prove that you won't fuck things up again."

I pull my hand back, rubbing the area where the band was beginning to chafe. "I apologize."

"You fucking better."

I sit in silence, my hands folded in my lap and my face tilted down, for the rest of the drive.

At the house, Cobra storms away in a rage, and I stand in the same position for awhile until Kris pulls me away, up to the lounge.

She lights a cigarette. Damn, all that girl does is smoke. "So, how'd it go?"

I shrug. "Alright, I guess. That drug you gave me helped out a lot."

She smiles, "Thanks. We call it 'sex-amnesia'. Knocks your consciousness out, but your semi-awake body becomes super slutty." She digs in her pocket for another cigarette, hands it to me, and lights it.

"Well, why don't you use it every time?" I take a drag. No better than the first time, but I don't cough.

"We only get a limited supply a month. Give it to the newbies on their few first times, then distribute it evenly, or for when a customer looks extra gross."

I look up at Kris and blow out a line of smoke. "You keep saying 'we', but the only person I ever see here is you. Where's everyone else?"

Kris sighs. "Taking clients. I have only one customer. Comes once every Saturday, pays a fuckton for me. But he demands that I be used for him, and him only." She blows a smoke ring out the window. "Selfish bastard. Cobra says we only get to keep the tips the customer gives after sex, but this douchebag never gives me anything over $50."

"How much would you normally get?"

"Couple hundreds. People are willing to pay a lot for a good fuck." She looks down at her watch. "And my client should be here any minute."

I follow as she makes for the door. "Wait, you're leaving?"

She spins around, arms spread. "Yup. You'll be all alone with that bipolar douche--" she points at Cobra's office, "--in this beautiful house, until Lacie gets back, probably around 4." The doorbell rings. "That's me. See you later, sweetheart." With a swish of her black-blonde ponytail, she skips down the stairs and mockingly blows a quick kiss towards Cobra's open door, then she's gone.

And I'm alone with my thoughts.

Somehow I find myself seated in the desk with a neat stack of blank lined paper in front of me, a pencil in my hand.

Songwriting has always been a way of release.

My mind wanders back to yesterday night in the rain.

My thoughts condense, and words flood onto the paper.

Standing alone
In the pouring rain
Nothing but my clothes
And my damn name
I'm so lost
Baby come save me
'Cause I'm suffocating
It's getting hard to breathe

Lost in the night
Darling come and
Save me
I'm drowning in my mind
So darling come and
Save me

These lies and taunts
Cut through my heart
And though the wound has healed
The criminal is still at large
The falling rain
Hides the tears in my eyes
Sweetheart help me
My life's on the line

Lost in the night
Darling come and
Save me
I'm drowning in my mind
So darling come and
Save me

Lost in the night
Darling come and
Save me
I'm drowning in my mind
So darling come and
Save me

I sit back, looking over the words scrawled on the paper. Satisfied, I write the title across the top: "Save Me".

"Cobra, who's the newbie?" Startled, I whirl around, to see a brunette standing in the door.

"Find out for yourself, Lacie!" A door slams downstairs.

Lacie? Kris said she wouldn't be back until 4...

I glance at the wall clock. 4:03. Jeez, I've lost more track of time than I have during a single "Tumblr hour."

Lacie looks me up and down while obnoxiously chewing on a piece of gum. "So who're you?"

This is going to be a long afternoon.

{A/N: yay long-ish chappie! More tronnor interaction coming soon, I promise!
~Julia💕}