People Between US Chapter one
“Why can’t you understand, I’m not happy with you anymore.”
“Because you have no say, you’re mine” His voice was rough and demanding as his hand clamped round my wrist , that was defiantly going to leave a bruise.
This isn’t your typical abuse story where a guy or girl comes along and save the main character. This character can take care of there self, with a smart brain, sass and a whole load of not taking sh*t from others they will rescue themselves and then a relationship blossoms.
Love, Friendship or what shall not be known until the story is read.
The tear stains along my cheeks blended in with the heavy rain that poured from the sky, I had no idea where I was; I had walked for hours upon hours and went from busy roads to very underpopulated roads to now a busy bustling city. I was wearing very little clothing currently seeing as the day started out as a hot sunny day and then down came the rain soaking my shorts and vest rapidly.
I stopped in the door way of a tall building, properly a company building; I didn’t care it was dry and I could sit and at least dry off a little. Leaning against the wall I sat on the concrete steps staring out at the rain as it poured. People who passed by gave me odd looks of course, a girl sat on the steps of a building covered in scars, cuts and bruises; anyone would stare.
I tuned out there stares and just focused on the rain and ignoring the cold that was seeping into my bones, my body should be used to this weather by now; I’m out like this often due to my shit head of a boyfriend.
That’s not important right now Ash get him out of you head.
Shaking my head to get the thought of him out my head I heard someone clear there throat behind me, it was one small short noise but held no annoyance more curiosity. Turning my head towards the noise I was faced with a man who wore a suit, had a trimmed goatee, hands covered in callouses and was looking at me an eyebrow raised. Though this man looking important and not one to get his hands dirty he clearly did; a spot of oil grease was near his eyebrow that he clearly had missed.
“I apologise, I will leave straight a way.” I spoke clearly as I stood turning to the man giving a small bow, he seemed confused raising a brow further before shaking his head and opening the main door to the building.
“Please come in and at least get dry and get some warmer clothes on.” he spoke softly gesturing inside where I could see several people so I knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything to me. I nodded and stepped inside immediately appreciating the warmth that swept over me. The man but his arm near my back to lead me but did’t actually touch me which I was great-full for.
He lead me to an elevator and we got in. Observing the elevator I realised there where no buttons on the inside or anything, yet the elevator was going up somehow knowingly. I began to panic a bit but I know if I got attacked I could defend myself. When we reached the top he stepped out me following behind him. The room was nice and open and perfectly clean which was so new to me, so different.
As I started following the man more I felt a hand on my shoulder, instincts kicked in as I grabbed the person wrist flipping them over my shoulder pinning them to the floor. I heard multiple gasps from around me as I stared into vibrant green eyes surrounded my bright red hair.
“I’m sorry” I spoke letting go very quickly backing up, hands up, “I’m so, so sorry.” I looked round panicking more and more before the man who invited me in stood in front of me, his eyes held kindness and not a hint of anger.
“It’s okay, you’ve clearly been through a lot and got scared when Natasha touched you.” He spoke softly, raising a brow at the end silently asking if he was correct. I gave a slight nod before averting my gaze downwards; as much as I hate my boyfriend things he has taught me helped me stay out of danger. A hand came into my view, it was soft, slender, perfect manicured nails and looked like they had never worked a day in there live.
“Hello, my name is Pepper.” She spoke softly and and gently clearly not wanting to frighten me, I took her hand cautiously and shook it gently. She smiled and made a gesture towards the stairs, clearly she had understood that a women taking me to dry and get clothes might make me calmer; I nodded and she lead me to the stairs which we walked up and stopped in front of the first room.
“This is the bathroom it connects to the bedroom, there are towels in there already and there will be clothes laid out on the bed for you.” She spoke professionally but not overly formal she turned and and started going further down the hall.
“Th…Thank you” I spoke quickly even with my stutterer and rushed into the bathroom making sure to lock the door behind me. The bathroom was nice, large and perfectly clean, there wasn’t a spec of dirty to be seen. I checked round the bathroom to make sure there where no cameras or holes people could peep in on me. Not seeing any I stripped out of my clothes folding them neatly and placing them on the toilet lid.
“Okay Ash, shower, dress, then face the people down stairs.”
Hello lovely people, welcome to my book.
The updates might be far between as I can go through really rough states of writers block, mental exhaustion as well as having college take up a lot of time. )
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