Bleeding Hearts, chapter 14
While later she lay naked next to me. I had been in shock and in no hurry to stop her doing anything to me so didn't bother. "Sorry about that. My sister used to say you were good in bed. I needed to find out for myself."
"And what do you think?"
She nodded happily. "Pretty good. I aint had much this year. It is already February and I have only done it 43 times."
I scoffed. "Only?"
She nodded. "Yeh. Only." She stood up and walked into the grubby little bathroom. About 3 minuets later she emerged with black boots with stiletto heels and silver buckles on and fish net tights. A denim mini skirt that was barely bigger than a belt. She had taken her hair down. It was black and all chopped up and fell to her shoulders on which nothing lay because she was wearing a black vest and a large red and black necklace around her neck. She had gashes all across her wrists, much like Jan's and Gavin's. All in all she looked like a slut and not ashamed of it.
"Now can you please tell me who you are and who your sister is?"
She bit her lip and sat down next to me. She lit a cigarette and fell back wards onto the bed. She shut her eyes and let rings of smoke billow out from her mouth. "My sister is dead. She died from cancer several years ago. I heard my niece died a couple or days back. Then you successfully killed her best friend."
She was Greta's sister. No wonder she looked familiar. "And you helped me why?"
She opened one eye and looked at me. "It's what I do. I do people favours in return for something I want. In Zack's case he gives me drugs for sex. In Mike's case he gave me the opportunity to meet my sister's one true love in return for saving your life. So he didn't need to give me anything. I would have been happy to do it anyway."
"So. Are you a prostitute?"
She looked offended. "NO! I do people deeds it is only Zack and about 5 others that get sex off me. Not my fault that they want it. I am not ashamed of my body and am not embarrassed by doing that sort of thing so why shouldn't I do it?"
I shrugged. "No reason really."
She smiled. "Exactly." For the next few minuets we sat by the little table in the middle of the room taking drugs. I was feeling very light headed when I heard a knock at the door. Grace got up and walked over. She opened the door and a young girl was standing there. She looked around 14. "Hey Rose." She said as she gave the girl a hug. She was wearing a black corset top and a black knee length skirt. Her hair was black and she had two slim black ribbons around one of her wrists. Her shoes were black. She had black fingerless fishnet gloves and well... she was generally very black looking apart from her skin, which was very pale, and her lips were blood read.
"Tre, this is Rose my daughter. Rose this is Tre, Greta's one true love."
I felt my blood boiling. "Stop saying that. She obviously didn't love me or she wouldn't have told me to leave."
She smiled and walked slowly over to me. She rested her chin on my shoulder from the back and wrapped her arms around my waist. I saw Rose roll her eyes and sit down by the table of drugs.
"Tre, you have got to understand. She loved you so much that she couldn't be sure that you loved her as much. She told you to leave and hoped with all her heart that you would refuse. But you didn't. That broke her spirit. She always acted so strong for Jan but I had to watch my twin sister die inside and then later her body followed."
I sighed and closed my eyes. "I left because I thought she wanted me to leave and I would do anything to make her happy no matter how much it hurt me."
Grace hugged me tighter and started nibbling at my ear. "She wanted you in the family and there is still a way of doing that."
I shook my head. "I don't love you Grace. I'm sure you're a lovely woman but it was Greta that I wanted from your family. I have already had two marriages go down the drain because of her memory. It would never work between us so just drop it ok?"
For a moment I thought she wouldn't let go of me but then her hands dropped and she stepped away. "Ok Tre. But if you ever change your mind don't hesitate to ask."
I nodded. "Ok. But I don't think that will be necessary."
"And what do you think?"
She nodded happily. "Pretty good. I aint had much this year. It is already February and I have only done it 43 times."
I scoffed. "Only?"
She nodded. "Yeh. Only." She stood up and walked into the grubby little bathroom. About 3 minuets later she emerged with black boots with stiletto heels and silver buckles on and fish net tights. A denim mini skirt that was barely bigger than a belt. She had taken her hair down. It was black and all chopped up and fell to her shoulders on which nothing lay because she was wearing a black vest and a large red and black necklace around her neck. She had gashes all across her wrists, much like Jan's and Gavin's. All in all she looked like a slut and not ashamed of it.
"Now can you please tell me who you are and who your sister is?"
She bit her lip and sat down next to me. She lit a cigarette and fell back wards onto the bed. She shut her eyes and let rings of smoke billow out from her mouth. "My sister is dead. She died from cancer several years ago. I heard my niece died a couple or days back. Then you successfully killed her best friend."
She was Greta's sister. No wonder she looked familiar. "And you helped me why?"
She opened one eye and looked at me. "It's what I do. I do people favours in return for something I want. In Zack's case he gives me drugs for sex. In Mike's case he gave me the opportunity to meet my sister's one true love in return for saving your life. So he didn't need to give me anything. I would have been happy to do it anyway."
"So. Are you a prostitute?"
She looked offended. "NO! I do people deeds it is only Zack and about 5 others that get sex off me. Not my fault that they want it. I am not ashamed of my body and am not embarrassed by doing that sort of thing so why shouldn't I do it?"
I shrugged. "No reason really."
She smiled. "Exactly." For the next few minuets we sat by the little table in the middle of the room taking drugs. I was feeling very light headed when I heard a knock at the door. Grace got up and walked over. She opened the door and a young girl was standing there. She looked around 14. "Hey Rose." She said as she gave the girl a hug. She was wearing a black corset top and a black knee length skirt. Her hair was black and she had two slim black ribbons around one of her wrists. Her shoes were black. She had black fingerless fishnet gloves and well... she was generally very black looking apart from her skin, which was very pale, and her lips were blood read.
"Tre, this is Rose my daughter. Rose this is Tre, Greta's one true love."
I felt my blood boiling. "Stop saying that. She obviously didn't love me or she wouldn't have told me to leave."
She smiled and walked slowly over to me. She rested her chin on my shoulder from the back and wrapped her arms around my waist. I saw Rose roll her eyes and sit down by the table of drugs.
"Tre, you have got to understand. She loved you so much that she couldn't be sure that you loved her as much. She told you to leave and hoped with all her heart that you would refuse. But you didn't. That broke her spirit. She always acted so strong for Jan but I had to watch my twin sister die inside and then later her body followed."
I sighed and closed my eyes. "I left because I thought she wanted me to leave and I would do anything to make her happy no matter how much it hurt me."
Grace hugged me tighter and started nibbling at my ear. "She wanted you in the family and there is still a way of doing that."
I shook my head. "I don't love you Grace. I'm sure you're a lovely woman but it was Greta that I wanted from your family. I have already had two marriages go down the drain because of her memory. It would never work between us so just drop it ok?"
For a moment I thought she wouldn't let go of me but then her hands dropped and she stepped away. "Ok Tre. But if you ever change your mind don't hesitate to ask."
I nodded. "Ok. But I don't think that will be necessary."
