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Chapter 10 - Out Of Line

Sitting at the coffee table in the living room, neither of them said a word. Gun lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I didn't send you to that school to fool around. Don't forget what you're here for. If it weren't for me you'd be dead. I thought you'd show me a little more respect. Perhaps I've been to lenient."

(YN) crossed her arms, "Did you do that to Vin? He didn't do anything wrong."

"He's a disrespectful little shit. I put him in his place. I know his type, trust me, he was bad news. Sooner or later you would have gotten hurt."

"I can take care of myself. You know I'm strong, I've proved it."

Gun laughed, "I'm not talking about that. You're naïve." He put out his cigarette, and walked over to (YN). He looked down at her, smiling wickedly. He put his hands on either side of her head against the couch, trapping her. He leaned in slowly and kissed her neck. (YN) was shaking out of fear. Gun took his hand and placed it on her throat, a little too tightly. He whispered, "Is this what you want? Huh? I bet you like it."

With his other hand, he unbuttoned her shirt. Rubbing the smooth skin of her stomach and sides, sending goosebumps along her body.

(YN) was crying, gasping for air. "Please, stop." She clutched the wrist that was pressing on her windpipe. She dug her nails in, but he didn't budge.

He tightened his grip, "Did you think I would stop because you asked me politely?" He laughed, "Men aren't that nice." He nibbled on her earlobe, his hot breath on her neck.

(YN) was squirming by this point, barely able to breath. He whispered in her ear "Don't you ever fucking do something like that behind my back again. You belong to me." He let go of her neck with a shove.

There was nothing else (YN) could do but cough, clutching her neck, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to run, but she was paralyzed with fear. Gun placed his hand, gently cupping her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb, "Think hard about what I've said." He left the room.

She ran to the bathroom and threw up. She had never been that scared before. (YN) turned the shower on, she felt dirty. The water ran down her back as she sat on the floor, the sound of the shower drowning out her cries.

After a while, she had run out of tears. She dried off and went to bed, sleep came easily to the exhausted girl.

Later that night, Gun slowly opened (YN)'s door. He set a plate of food on her writing desk. He sat on the bed next to the sleeping girl. He gently shook her awake. "I brought you some dinner, you need to eat. I'm not going to apologize for earlier. You need to be taught some respect. I'm not your friend, but I'm not your enemy either. Clean up when you're done eating. Im going out tonight, I'll see you tomorrow."

(YN) wasn't hungry, but she forced herself to eat the measly meal. She didn't want to make Gun angrier. Thinking about it, she could understand him a little bit. Maybe she was taking advantage of him. He did save her after all. She didn't have time for friends or lovers. She had accepted the terms of Gun's offer, knowing this in the back of her mind. She needed a reality check.

(YN) decided she would forgive Gun for his actions. She knew it wasn't right, but she didn't want to cause any more problems for him. (YN) cleaned up her dishes, and the ones in the kitchen as well. She did some tidying around the house. It was getting quite late but (YN) decided she would go out and get some groceries.

At the convenience store she bought some essentials and things she though Gun might like. She was willing to do anything that might put him in a better mood.

On the way home she lit a cigarette. (YN) rubbed her neck, it was a little sore. She saw a familiar face on her travels. A man running toward her, out for a night time jog. It was Vasco. He stopped in front of her. She greeted him, "Hey Vasco, out for some fresh air?"

He slapped the cigarette out of her hand, "Do not smoke. It is bad for you." He looked closer, and grabbed her shoulders. "Who hurt you? Was it your friend?"

(YN) rubbed her neck. She hadn't looked at it, but she figured that Gun had left a mark. "No, Vasco, it wasn't him. I'm fine, so you don't have to worry about me." She smiled, but Vasco could see through it.

"You are my friend. If I can't protect you, I can't call myself a man. I will walk you home."