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The Real Deal

Part 11 - Money Money

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: We have catched up with time now so this chapter is just set in 2021.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of cheating, mentions of rape and abuse, smut, mental health problems, sex work, slut shaming.

Cassie dragged her fingers through the hairs on Bill's left shin. She paused when she felt a little scar and touched it a few times then continued her exploration down to his ankle. She sat between his long legs in their bed and read her book from SFI, Swedish For Immigrants. Bill used her back as a support to read his script to his next project but was just as interested in Cassie's book and glanced down over her shoulder.

"Hur erä me dej rå?" (So how are you?) He said with a broad Stockholm accent, what he didn't know was that his normal accent was more similar to that than he thought. Cassie smiled a little and sighed.

"Det är bra." (It's good.)

She had known some Swedish before but had never been confident speaking it but felt forced to learn now that she lived in Sweden.

"Shouldn't you practice your old school Swedish instead?"

She asked it teasingly because she knew he was reading the script for a specific character and she had overheard him practice in the shower.

Bill laughed a bit and hugged her from behind.

"Nah, it feels off to do that."

"You're shy. It's okay," said Cassie and looked up at him with a smile.

Bill made a doubtful sound and looked a bit embarrassed. He was so comfortable in his craft but he still thought it was embarrassing to act with her as an opposite actor.

Cassie kissed his cheek and with a smile lowered her eyes to the book again. Bill continued to look over her shoulder and played with the sleeves of the t-shirt she was wearing. It was his, an old black t-shirt that he had stretched out in the neck so much Cassie's shoulder was exposed. He himself wasn't better dressed, he wore a white tank top that was so washed out it was almost transparent, otherwise they were both just dressed in underwear. They had always been comfortable with each other but in the last couple of weeks a new intimacy had evolved between them. He had been home three weeks and in those weeks their relationship had moved forward in a way he wasn't prepared for. It felt like they had been a couple for years but in a good way. The apartment had started to look like a home, much thanks to a design interested colleague of Cassie's that had helped them.

Cassie had got a job as a personal shopper in the luxury mall NK. Her English background was seen as just positive and she understood Swedish so well she could understand the customers. It was a good, fun job even if some things were new for her.

Bill felt the love flood over and hugged Cassie closer to his chest and nuzzled his nose into her neck. She laughed and even more so when she felt his hand creep under her t-shirt to drag his hands over her chest.

"Billy… I must study," she said with fake annoyance and pushed away his hands.

Bill sighed but with a smile and leaned back against the headboard. They were really a couple now, she even deneyed him sexual intimacy. He watched her study a while then he broke free to stand up. Cassie felt him disappear behind her and looked at him wondering when he had stood up next to the bed.

"I think I want an espresso," Bill said and stretched his arms over his head.

Cassie looked at the stretch of skin that got exposed between his boxers and tank top, the lack of happy trail, because she had helped him shave it off.

"Espresso? Now? You just brushed your teeth?"

"So?"

Cassie furrowed her brows and looked at him pointedly.

"You just brushed your teeth?" She said again and smiled amused. Bill smiled bigger and shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess you don't want one then."

Cassie sighed like she thought he was weird but continued to smile.

"You can make hot chocolate for me."

Bill laughed and shook his head.

"You do the best hot chocolate." Cassie gave him an angelic look and bit her lip. Bill gave her a kiss and then walked out to the kitchen. None of them said anything about it being one of his exes' recipes on hot chocolate. It didn't bother her that he used it, it was really good and his ex sat somewhere without Bill while she shared a bed with him. She leaned back in the bed, laid down and smiled for herself because of the warm feeling in her chest. She wanted to stay in that feeling forever but the vibration of her phone disturbed it. She took the phone from the night stand and looked at it with a neutral expression but it was quickly changed to anxiety.

GV.

Georg Visser. She hadn't heard from him for two weeks. Then he called to say he had succeeded in getting the web site creators to take her picture down from the front page but they refused to take her account down. To know she wasn't on the front page, and also see it when she searched for it, was calming but she still wanted everything to disappear and Georg had promised to try a bit more. He was really a lifesaver and silently she had wondered if he wanted something for it. She sighed and shut off the vibration on the phone but let it continue to ring. It wasn't time for talking with him now, but tomorrow, tomorrow she would call him as soon as she was alone.

On Cassie's lunch break the next day she went out outside of NK, looking at the luxury display showing summery dresses and powdery colors. Her phone was pressed to her ear while the June sun warmed her back.

"Hey Beautiful," answered Georg Visser charmingly on the other side of the line.

"Hello… My friend," answered Cassie uncomfortably, both of the nickname but also because of her nerves.

"How's Sweden? I know it's beautiful this time of the year. Does your boy sail?"

Cassie sighed and looked down at the ground to avoid people walking by. Cassie knew why he called last night and he knew now what she wanted to hear but she was too polite to just interrupt him.

"No… He isn't that type of guy."

"No? I thought all Swedes were."

Cassie didn't really listen and had started to pace around in circles just waiting for him to give her the news.

"Guess you want to hear what they said…" said Georg and sighed a little. Cassie nodded feverishly and bit her lip even if Georg couldn't see her.

"I really tried Cassie… But they feel that they own the pictures and if you want them… You must pay."

Cassie stood still and tried to understand what he said. Could they take her page down?

"What does that mean?" She asked and looked down at her chunky sneakers she worked in.

"They can take everything down if you pay them. Like buy back your pictures."

Cassie felt her heart beat fast of excitement but didn't dare to get happy until she had all the details.

"How much do they want?"

Georg sighed and was then quiet for a moment.

"50k."

The excitement in Cassie's chest turned to anxiety in a heartbeat. She didn't know what to say. She didn't have 50,000 dollars. She didn't even have 5000 dollars.

"If you were my girl I could have helped you but… I want a little bit more than a thank you for doing such a thing…" continued Georg. Cassie understood what he was saying between the lines but still couldn't get a word out. Most of her facilities went into trying to keep calm.

"But I guess your boyfriend might have that money, so he can maybe help you out?"

Cassie walked to the closest bench and sat down to focus on her breathing.

"I can get a meeting with the creator if you want? So you can discuss the price, maybe even write a contract for a confidentiality agreement? Hello Cassie?"

Cassie took a deep breath with her hand on her chest.

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds good… I just need to get the money somehow."

"Well, I could help you… if you…"

"I know, I know. But I have a man I love and want to be with… And…"

Cassie was quiet again because the tears had slowly started to run down her cheeks. She knew there was only one answer for all this mess. She needed to do the thing she had avoided so long. She had to tell Bill. Not just because he was the only hope for her in getting rid of the pictures. Not even because it was a big risk he would find out anyway. She needed to tell him because if she really loved him and wanted a future with him he must know what had been such a big part of her life for five years and had affected her, and indirectly their relationship, so much.

She knew she must tell him as soon as possible. If something would happen but also to protect both their hearts if he decided he couldn't be with her because of what kind of work she had done to support herself.

After work she rode her bike, or rather Bill's mother's old one, from NK in Östermalm home to Södermalm. It was an easy way to get to work in Stockholm, where everything was quite close but still a bit too far away to walk and the bike roads were all so great in Sweden. Bill was a couple of blocks away at the gym so the apartment was empty when she got home. Cassie was glad for that. Now she had time to settle down before he came home. She walked around in the apartment, correcting things and looking at their shared memorabilia and continued to do that after dressing down in a silky playsuit. She didn't cry, even if she knew there was a big risk she would be single by the end of the night. She just felt a heavy pain in her chest that made it hard to breathe. A life without Bill would be so colorless she even wondered if she would want to continue it. While looking at the picture of them as teens she heard the front door open and a gym bag getting thrown on the floor.

"Fuck, it's hot outside. You haven't opened the balcony door I hope? Shit, don't fucking let the warmth in. Ahh shit…" Bill said while kicking off his sneakers. He had even taken off his t-shirt in the hallway when Cassie turned to him with a small smile. Bill looked at her and furrowed his brows, it was obvious something was up. She looked upset and nervous.

"Has something happened?" He asked and walked up to her. Cassie looked at his naked chest and up at his face. She tried to smile with more assurance and leaned up to give him a small peck on the lips.

"We can talk after you have showered." He smelled faintly of sweat, something Cassie otherwise didn't have so much against but right now it was better if he was fresh and had his clothes on. Bill looked a bit worried but nodded.

"Okay…"

Bill showered faster than he was used to because of the feeling in his stomach. He could sense it was something serious by the looks of Cassie, something much more serious than he was used to. The only thing that he could imagine it being was cheating. She had cheated against him while he was filming and now she wanted to be with that guy instead. In one way he wanted to stay in the shower and pretend there wasn't anything happening but the feeling to just get it over with took over and he dried off and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt fast.

Cassie waited on the couch on him with a pillow in her lap. She fiddled with her nails and cuticles but looked up when Bill walked into the room. He felt his hands dampen with sweat already and dragged them over his thighs. He sighed deeply and sat down. The feeling of getting dumped started to take over and he just wanted to ask her to spit it out but kept quiet and sat down on the other corner of the couch.

Cassie looked at him and took a deep breath.

"I need to tell you something… Or several things I guess…" her voice was already shaking and Bill looked at her fiddling hands instead of her face.

"Mhm?"

"Em… I know you have wondered how I have been able to afford my lifestyle…"

Bill looked up at her face because it wasn't really the subject he expected but quickly made the conclusion that she would tell him about some rich man she had had on the side.

"Well I… I was like… I had this account on a web site…" she stuttered while looking between her nails and Bill's worried face. He just thought about dating sites and wondered why she must tell him how she met the guy.

"A web site for sugerbabes." She finally said and looked at him to see his reaction. He didn't seem to understand and at that moment he couldn't really connect the word to a meaning.

Cassie sighed when she realized she must say more than that for him to understand.

"And there… I met men that payed me for my company…"

Bill's eyes started to dart around then he suddenly laughed, but not of amusement.

"Sorry what?" He asked and dragged his hands through his hair.

"I don't do it anymore but I did this in New York."

Bill rubbed his neck, he smiled but it was obvious it was by uncomfort because she could see his jaw tick. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"So they payed for sex? Is that what you're saying?" It was painful to put those words in his mouth and surrealistic to discuss that sort of subject. Cassie could feel the tears behind her eyes and how it started to hurt around her mouth to control them.

"Yeah but not like… I don't know… It was just…"

Bill looked at her and waited for her to end her sentence but nothing came out. He nodded to himself while taking in what she had said.

"So that guy… That older rich guy he… he payed you?" He said and looked at the bookshelf opposite him. Cassie looked at his profile and took a deep breath.

"Yeah…"

Bill smiled a little again and closed his eyes. He wished he knew what he felt and he wished the emotions he could find would be prettier but right then and there he could feel anger start to brew. He didn't really know if it was Cassie he was angry at but he felt such a heavy feeling of wrath he hadn't felt since that day she called and told her about that guy forcing himself on her. He also felt disgusted thinking about it all. Ugly, disgusting men fucking his Cassie. She gave herself away to be able to buy some dress that looked almost the same as several others she already had. He dragged his hands over his face and Cassie looked at him with shiny eyes.

"What're you thinking?" She asked with a small voice.

"That guy… That incident last summer… Was he..?" He didn't ask the full question because he didn't know if he wanted to have the whole answer. They were almost a couple then, he had already forgiven her for meeting another guy then but it would feel different if she actually had sold sex while he had started to think about her as a girlfriend. He wasn't proud of his feelings, of the possessiveness and the disgust.

Cassie didn't want to think about the incident he mentioned, her last client, and could feel the tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"Yeah. Yeah. He was. But he still… He still… I didn't ask for that to happen…" she cried like Bill had accused her for bringing it on herself.

"I didn't mean it like that," said Bill but he sounded colder than Cassie wanted. Bill didn't blame her for what happened but she still had met the man while he walked around in a love bubble. She had been prepared to recieve payment for sex.

Cassie looked at Bill and expected to see his angry face instead she saw him blink slowly with a hand over his mouth and biting down hard. She could see the shine on his eyes. She didn't want to tell him more, she didn't want him to look at her with those shiny eyes but she knew she must.

"But that's not all… That site… They refuse to take down my account.. So my profile as a sugarbabe is still up…"

Bill turned his eyes to her. His eyes were so shiny but his jaw and brows showed anger.

"What do you mean?"

Cassie sighed and wiped her eyes.

"I met that… "older guy" a couple of months ago, he knows one of the site creators and he said they want to get paid for taking the profile down…"

Bill's eyes seem to get darker.

"You met.. that… guy?" He looked at her intensely with that stare that made him look scary. Cassie knew how it sounded and started to cry again. She could again hear Bill emotionless laugh and felt how he stood up from the couch. He paced around but then turned to her.

"What the fuck is this Cassie? What the fuck are you doing behind my back?" He took a deep breath. "Who even are you?" He said it heavy with emotions without raising his voice but he didn't need to. Cassie could hear the anger, the disgust, the sadness and the heartbreak. Cassie just cried in her hands and didn't dare to look at him.

"I'm so sorry Billy, baby… I'm sorry… Please…"

She heard Bill's heavy step against the wooden floor so she looked up and saw him walk towards the hallway.

"Please Bill, please don't leave me!" She panicked and rushed after him. Bill turned towards her and looked at her with a face that couldn't be explained as anything else than demonic.

"I'm not going to go but can I get some fucking privacy?" He spat. Cassie swallowed hard and felt herself shrink next to Bill's anger and height. She nodded and lowered her eyes.

Bill walked to the wardrobe in the hallway and took out a cigarette pack he had hidden in a coat pocket. With heavy steps he walked to the balcony, opening the plastic wrapper on the pack and threw it on the floor. He put the cigarette between his lips even before he had come out, like it was soothing to just have it there.

Cassie sat down on the edge of the couch; she couldn't stop herself from just watching Bill's back while he leaned against the balcony railing. If she could she would have walked out and hugged him from behind and begged for his forgiveness but she knew that would make everything worse. She knew Bill needed time to slow his heart rate and think things through with the help of logic instead of just getting caught in his emotions. She wished she was better at that herself instead of just acting on emotions all the time.

Bill took one more cigarette and lit it. After the first deep inhalation he breathed slowly. He had succeeded to calm himself down now and had started to think of everything Cassie had said from the beginning.

Cassie had offered men escort services while living in New York. She hadn't done it while they were a couple. She had done it to afford a fashionable lifestyle and live in New York. She had met a guy when the two of them had started to sleep with each other but they had never said that they were a couple.

He thought of their friendship, all of it. Her dysfunctional family, her dream of creating a life better and bigger than the life her mother had offered. Bill thought about Chris, her boyfriend in 2016, his degradering way she had said she liked…

He sighed and looked towards the living room fast. Cassie sat on the couch, looking towards him with red eyes and messy hair. He had questions she needed to answer before he even knew what he had to think through.

Cassie hadn't taken her eyes from Bill when he walked in through the balcony door. He didn't look at her, just threw the pack and lighter on a side table and then went into the kitchen. Cassie didn't say anything, she waited on him to say something. Bill didn't like when people talked just to talk and if she started to just say excuse after excuse he wouldn't want to listen more.

Bill came out to the living room with a glass of water and then sat down on the same corner of the couch again.

"Okay… Okay…" he said and took a deep breath. "I have some questions and I just want a honest answer…"

Cassie nodded fast, eager to just make everything okay again.

"Why did you meet that guy? Last summer?"

Cassie laid a pillow in her lap again and licked her lips.

"Like you know I had lost my job and my rent was so high so… I was just scared to lose my home."

Bill didn't look at her, just looked at a point on the coffee table and took in what she said.

"Okay… But why didn't you just ask me?"

"You always help me. You always give me things. Don't misunderstand me now, I love your gifts and how generous you are but I knew I could handle it myself…"

"By selling sex?" He sounded harder than before. Cassie shrugged her shoulders.

"It was my job. A job like all others."

Bill shook his head like he didn't believe her.

"It isn't a job like all others. Or, is sex just a job for you? It's that what we're doing too?" He looked at her now with a provocative stare.

"Stop. That's not the same thing." Cassie felt dirty by his words but she also knew it wasn't his word that actually was what she felt dirty of, but what she had done for money.

"Okay… Sorry for asking this but I can't stop thinking it…" Bill looked down at the ground. His voice still sounded sharp even if he showed more sympathy. "Did you like it? Your "job"?"

Cassie looked down at the pillow. She hadn't thought she would feel even more disgusted by herself but here she was.

"Sometimes… I have had different clients…"

"Clients," whispered Bill bitterly to himself and shook his head.

"I mean it isn't just sex. I go out on actual dates. I've been to great restaurants, slept at amazing hotels." Defended Cassie.

Bill dragged his hands through his hair and down on his neck.

"This is so fucking messed up… But okay…" he took a deep breath. "Can you tell me from the beginning how you started this?"

He gave her a softer look and it made Cassie relax a bit. Slowly she started to tell him about the relationship with Chris. His need for onesided, sometimes violent sex and how she couldn't see why she would be in such a relationship when all she just really wanted was some fun. She had started to give up on finding a good guy, to even be in love, a feeling she thought she had never felt. She gave Bill a longer look while saying it because they both knew now that they had always been in love with each other on and off. Bill cleared his throat and felt his emotions start to calm down, especially because another thought had arisen in him.

"Is this about your dad?"

Cassie looked up at him confused.

"Hm?"

"You know, because he divorced your mom and just… left you?" He said it with a careful, sympathetic voice. Cassie looked at Bill and furrowed her brows.

"You mean like daddy issues? Sure. Sure. Poor little girl, needing a daddy." Her emotions had shifted to annoyance fast and she hugged the pillow in her lap hard.

"I get that you wanted the "rich lifestyle", all the things you didn't get from your mother and that you had given up on love but there must be something more that made you do this to yourself? It's prostitution." Bill said in that soft but authoritative voice, his "dad-voice" and Cassie felt both annoyance but also the need to sit close to him and get all that comfort and warmth.

"I don't know Bill… I just… I never thought it would affect anything in my life… I never thought I would… Sit here, live here with you as my boyfriend…"

"Not even the thing last summer?"

Cassie was quiet and felt the tears start to run again.

"I get it. I get it… We weren't a couple and it was hard to see that we suddenly would be…" Bill sighed. He wasn't angry anymore and he understood that she probably needed to talk with a therapist before she could explain everything to him. He loved Cassie, even if she had done this because first and foremost she had done this to herself not to him.

He moved a bit closer to her to show he wasn't angry but didn't touch her because it was still too early for that.

"So you need my help now?" He said and searched her eyes. Cassie looked up at him and swallowed hard.

"In that case, ask me."

Cassie looked at his eyes. She could see that he wanted to hear the whole question. He wanted her to be able to ask him, not him offering. It was hard to know how she would say it. How did you ask someone for 50,000 dollars? Even if it was Bill it was still awful.

"Can you loan me 50,000 dollars?" She said carefully with a heavy chest. Bill was quiet. He knew it would take ages for her to pay back that kind of money and he didn't want her to either but it felt good she actually asked for a loan and saw that it would be a really big gift.

Bill nodded a little and dragged a finger over his brow.

"I will pay for it. It will not be a loan but… What will the deal with this web creator look like? I want to be a part of it if I'm going to pay. I want a contract and real legal help."

The rest of the night was a bit stiff. They felt spent by the subject, Bill hadn't any more questions and Cassie didn't have anything more to tell now it was just time they needed. Bill didn't care that she had been an escort, he was just mad she had exposed herself in that way and how it had led to her getting raped. He was mad she lied and did things behind his back but he knew he would get over it even if it would be hard. Cassie was worried and anxious that Bill would give up on her. She regretted all of her sugarbabe work and wished she could be that unproblematic girl Bill wanted.

They put on a series, Snabba Cash and hoped the fast pace would distract them from all of their feelings. First they sat in a corner on either side the couch, a really unnatural position for them because most often Cassie laid half on top of his outstretched body or Bill had his head in her lap but they didn't sit like that for long because Bill sighed deep and laid down his head in her lap and stretched out over the rest of the couch. Cassie felt the tears were close just by that simple action and started to slowly drag her fingers through Bill's hair.

"I love you Cassie," said Bill lowly and kissed her naked knee. Cassie couldn't stop the tears from falling and kissed Bill's temple.

"I love you, Bill. I love you the most in the whole world."

Bill turned to look up at her.

"Don't cry babe, don't cry… I will not leave you okay? I get that you never wanted to hurt me, that you did this for money. But never again, okay? Never again."

Cassie nodded and leaned down in an awkward position just to kiss him. She did it carefully but Bill deepened the kiss over and over. Let his tongue invade her mouth and mingle with hers in passion. He stood up and lifted her from the couch with ease. She laughed a little and kissed his neck while he carried her to the bedroom. Slowly they took off each other's clothes. They were not in a hurry but they could just look at each other's eyes to know everything was okay now. Bill just wanted to be close and so did Cassie so they just kissed deeply and touched each other with soft hands in bed. Cassie spread her legs and could feel the familiar stretch when he pushed into her slowly. He looked her deeply in the eyes while she made a sound because of the invasion. His breathing was heavy and he lifted her legs up to easily push in even further. Cassie kissed him and said lowly:

"We make love. And you will always be my only love."

Bill moved in and out with sensual movement and looked between her eyes and lips. He nodded a little and kissed her again.

"But… So you really get that this is it… We will get married as soon as this shit is over…" He said breathlessly and made Cassie make a sound that was a mix of laugh, moan and cry. She smiled big with tears in her eyes while breathing heavily because of Bill's closeness.

"Do you want that?" She asked and dragged her fingers through his hair.

"That's the only thing I want."

SFI - Svenska För Invandrare - Swedish For Immigrants. Course in Swedish every immigrant can take.

Hur erä me dej rå? - Spelled "Hur är det med dig då?" but pronounced like this in Stockholmska, the Stockholm accent. Bill talks quite much Stockholmska when he have been home for a while. When he have been in the US you can here a bit of an American accent in his Swedish.

NK - Sweden's only luxury mall with a long history.

Östermalm - The more fancy part of Stockholm, compared to Södermalm that is more a hipster, multicultural area.

Snabba Cash - "Easy Money", popular Swedish Netflix series about drug-traffickers.

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itsmadamehydra · 3 years

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My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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