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Chapter 6: Reconstruction

Chapter 6: Reconstruction

Aileen’s POV

I wiped the sodden tear away with my clean fingers, my pampered pink fleshy toughened fingers. Although it didn’t matter how many manicures my Dad ordered for me, the beauticians will never erase the heavy scaring and calluses that layered my hands.  I felt weak and lazy for the 100th time this week as I watched my Dad’s assistant wrestle all my paperwork for high school, gym, social clubs, trust funds, and whatever else my Dad dreams up as a necessary part of ‘bringing me back into the family and in proper society.’ I don’t think that Gino is paid enough to pull around my dad’s crap day in and day out, so I uncharacteristically left him to my Dad’s work and to refuge in the pool house drowning my thoughts out with pointless TV.

Finally I just fell asleep; I don’t have the strength to keep my eyes open anymore. I think about the thin blade behind my mirror that I can scrape across my skin. I press my hand to my heart and I can feel the slight burn as I disturbed the fresh cuts, there wasn’t room for anymore today. So, I’ll sleep and wait for them to heal.

Pierces POV

“You have got to be kidding me,” I stared blankly at Wane and his sick drunken ass waving around a bag of coke like it’s a Halloween candy bag.

“What? It’s great for a car trip, Man,” Wane shrugged as he packed his supplies for our long car trip ahead.

“Yea Man lighten up! Since when did you become such a downer?” May nudged me, but she tripped from the impact I caught before she fell. Obviously she was already hi as hell the pissed.

“I swear I was only gone 2 hours, steeling supplies and I get back and you taking f_cking roll ups?!” I guess I would be driving the whole time.

I strapped both of them in the back and chucked the cocaine in the sewer, in knew I could’ve sold it, but that shit wasn’t money I wanted in my hands.

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The drive was long and stressful with two fumbling idiots complaining in the back seat. The car smelt of sweat and urine after a couple of hours, but I didn’t care; the further from the city I was the happier. Only 2 hours to go, 2 more f_cking hours.

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Each mile we went was a mile further from the and closer to her. Wane was snoring in the back seat and May was either asleep or in a quiet stage of her temporary trip. We were only half an hour away and I was starting to feel nervous. It was finally becoming a reality to me what I was doing. I was driving to my ex? Girlfriend’s house to tell her I love and miss her and ask her to come back to what? The streets?! I was asking her to leave her comfy home and family? Maybe May was right, what if she’s already gotten over me? What if she’s found someone else?

I shook my head and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I had to stop thinking like that. She wouldn’t do that to me, there was something between us that can’t just end by distance. I loved her and damn I still believe she loves me. At least if she doesn’t and she’s done with me, I’ll know, and she’ll be happy. She’s better off in a nice home then a dishonest life of a thief.

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“Holy crap,” May said as her whole body seemed to perk up. I had just turned onto what according to Wane is Ail’s street.

“Wane I think you may have gotten something wrong,” I said, Wane mumbled obviously still awakening after May’s high pitched squeals.

“She must be loaded!” May cried, “no wonder you want her back! You dog!”

To be entirely honest I had no idea she was this rich, every house on the street wasn’t a house, half the time it was just yards and yards of big fences and hedges, occasionally you could get a glimpse of a building, a massive one. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so intimidated in my life.

My heart started to pound in my chest as I pulled up in front of ‘Excoilion Manner,’ how the fuck was I supposed to get in?!

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I wasn’t going to ring the gate monitor, so I did what any other teenage boy or thief would do. I parked Wane’s car down the street and taped a note to the dash for them once they’ve woken up.

Hey Mate,

Thanks for the ride I owe ya one

I left 250$ in the back, sorry it’s all I could suffice

And I lost your pot

Next time don’t smoke it round me

Nice seeing ya May

until next time

-Rings

Once that was done I grabbed my new gear, [Change of clothes, sleeping bag, army knife, durable foods, and so forth] and I climbed the hedge.

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20 scratches and blood lip later, I was running stealthy across the tennis courts and into view of a smaller house next to the bigger house.

It looked so clean and the garden was all trimmed, half of the walls were glass and I could now see a pool and barbeque on the other side.

I jumped at the sound of gunshots and ran to the first window

My heart skipped a beat

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Aileen’s POV

I woke up to a knocking near the window. Groggily I got up to see what it was, and realised I must still be in a dream. He couldn’t be here.

Reality or not I still ran out the door and to him. I flung my arms around his neck and he lifted my body so our heads were in line, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“You,” was all I managed to say.

Pierced grinned, “I missed you,” he said huskily, but I cut him off before he could finish as my lips assaulted his.

I was very aware of his hands supporting my hips and his heavy breathing. To his protest I jumped down from him and led him inside.

His hands seemed to be everywhere and my heart beat increased as I tried to keep up with his lips. I ran my hands alone his chest and finally got the courage to be bold enough to pull his shirt off.

At some point mine was on the floor too. Our heated bodies against each other were a satisfying and foreign feeling that I was starting to love. Until Pierce stopped abruptly and stared at me; his face paled.  He ran a cautious finger over the top of my left boob.

“What is that,” he said.

The searing pain from my cuts reminded me of what he was referring to.  I squirmed underneath him trying to get away so I could over it all up.

“Don’t worry about that it’s not your concern,” I mumbled.

“Your hurt,” his eyes bored into me, “that’s now my biggest concern.”