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Wounded Nights

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People always say they are happy, but everyone still has those wounded nights. Though some time things change, and they are not always for the worse.

 

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Lingering out side of the big brown doors, wanting to push them open and walk in but I wasn't good enough for that. I was useless piece of shit, and though I hid behind a business suit it doesn't change who I am. Walking away slowly turning back now and then, wondering if I should just go in. Shaking my head I walked on, it would be time to `work' again soon and I needed to get ready.

 

Walking stiffly down the road to my home, which in fact wasn't mine. It was someone who didn't mind people like me, and housed them. It was a nun in fact, she had been pressing me about going in though those big brown doors, and plead to God for forgiveness, but I still couldn't I just wasn't good enough for that.

 

Walking in I quickly changed, about to make it to my shift when a good friend of mine, Sango walked in. She was smiling, and laughing with Ayame, another one of my buddies. Sango was beautiful, her hair up high. She picked a red suit, that looked no better that a bathing suit, but she had a tie one half long skirt, made of a lace-y red. Ayame was a demon and had her hair pulled into two pig tails, and she was wearing a high school uniform.

 

They gave me a smile; it looked like they were hoping I was here. “Kagome! We got this super job and needed a third girl. We were hoping it was you.” My face lit up, usually when they had a `super' job, it paid a lot. It was super; I need more of my… medication, but they didn't need to know that. Because to them I was off it for a year.

 

“Great!” Sango gave me the once over, I was `dressed' much like her. Mine was blue and black; I had been looking for the red one. “You look perfect; some rich ass is getting married. His strippers didn't show, he's paying 11,000.00 yen an hour!” This was great I could get tons of… medication.

 

“Let's go.” I said, hoping over to them and linking arms. “He's down stairs; he said he needed us quickly.” We walked quickly, well as quickly as we could in our 6” heels. Guys wanted girls tall big busted skinny and a tight ass, and I had a problem with my weight, in which the medication came in. I had a little boy to support, even if he was my 14 year old brother, and he still needed to get a job, that reminded her where was Souta. “Hey did you see Souta?”

 

Ayame gave me a nod, “He was crashed out on the bed when I came in.” I sighed, “If that little bastard got drunk, Ill stick that bottle somewhere it shouldn't be.” We had arrived at the car, and the sliver haired god sitting in front of us had given me the weirdest look ever. I smiled, as we hopped in the back. I now noticed his cute ass sliver ears, and those golden eyes, as he turned to us, “This is for my brother's wedding, and you girls better be worth what I'm paying you.”

 

We all waited patiently, when we arrived to a street club, that was all to familiar to me. This was my corner, I looked over a Sango harshly whispering “You better not have been here, I swear I have groceries this week and Souta's school is riding my ass!” Sango shook her head, “We were two blocks down, and we came to see if you were here yet. He picked us up a block down.” I huffed as I stepped out of the car, giving the man a good look.

 

When we walked in the club had obviously been rented to a party, but there was a t east 50 guys, No wonder they needed a third girl, I wondered if even the three of us would make it. I walked in future, the drunken guys just noticing us, gawking as though it was the first time to see a girl. I smiled; this would be a good night.

 

Whistles erupted as we were instructed to do a strip dance; I looked over at the man. Strip to what? I thought when he shoved three costumes at us. We smiled, and Ayame was the kinky one asking “Can we do it together?” Of course that had gotten some howling, “I'll take that as a Yes.” Sango said, before we stalked away to get changed.

 

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We had asked for just a good beat from the DJ, and he complied giving us the perfect beat. We stalked on to stage, one of our practiced routines. Ayame was wearing a nurse outfit, Sango was a police woman, and I was a fire fighter. Ayame smiled, walking over to me, slowly running her hands over me, I had on only the fire fighter jacket, and the hat a hose by me, but I discarded that and ripped open Ayame's uniform, revealing the black bra she came in, running my hands on her curves. Guys whistled and hooted.

 

“Little horny to night Kagome?” Ayame whispered, trying to hold in a moan.

 

“Just as much as you are.” I whispered back, I admit it I'm a bisexual. I figured get the best of both worlds, Ayame and Sango were some of my frequent partners. But I figured if I did ever date a man, he wouldn't mind.

 

Sango began to stomp her foot, which was our signal that Miss Police Woman wanted some attention. We stopped, rubbing each other enough, to walk over to Sango and strip her down, pulling her bra down to expose some of her breasts. Ayame greedily pushed me out of the way to shove her face in and began to nip on Sango's boobs.

 

Leaving me to the horny drunk men, `Thanks Ayame.' I slowly slipped off stage, shoving my ass in random guy's faces, grabbing my bra under my now opened jacket, and wiggled it back and forth in some other guy's face. Money shoved every where, I smiled this was going to be a good night; I bet Ayame was mad she had given up drunk rich guys, for Sango's breasts. But then again I would have too.

 

I made my way over to the man who had `escorted' us here. He was leaning up against the wall, “Who's the lucky man?” I questioned. “The other man with sliver hair,” he whispered huskily, almost sarcastically. But as I left wiggling my ass to the music I was sure he was sorry he answered so soon.

 

The man of the hour was sitting at the bar his legs spread open. I smirked perfect her was on a stool. I looked to the left at least 10 beers, he had too be pretty drunk; maybe he would slip a hundred in there instead of a twenty?

 

“Well, I've been told you are the lucky man who going to get married. Is that true?” He gave a dumb nod; “Well” I hissed at him seductively, “Here is your present.”

 

I stood on side of the stool, basically straddling him only a few inches for real contact. I threw my hands above my head, making sure my boobs were in his face, a started to buck above him, and sway to the music. He had to be enjoying it; he slipped a thousand yen into the front of my thong, his hand resting there. I bucked once, while it was there and he moved it to my side, slowly pushing me down on his mad hood which had hardened long ago I guessed, still bucking on him he smirked as he let out a slow moan, usually I would charge 500 yen for this but the poor guy was getting married, so I let it slide. Some one was paying me 11,000 an hour for this so it really didn't matter much.

 

He slid another 3,000 yen in the same spot of the first, I smirked and he let slide of off him, but I made sure as I did it I pushed extra hard, before jumping of the stool giving him a good face full of breasts. I then placed my fire hat on him, Walking back to the stage, Ayame almost had Sango naked, clothes were thrown everywhere and money was sticking out of every inch of their bodies, some of the floor. The man whose name I have yet to know closed off the set, and we went out on the prowl.

 

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The party had died down, and I had just given my last lap dance. I saw the man who drove us here; he stalked up to me and gave me 56,000 yen. Had we really been here five hours? Then he slipped me another 11,000, he whispered deep in my ear “That's for a good job with my brother.” I looked up at him, “What's your name?”

 

He looked at me puzzled, but complied none the less “Inu-Yasha.” I smirked, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And walked off I had changed back to my `outfit' that I came in. We were about to leave when I saw Kouga, entering the back of the club. I looked to him then at my friends they didn't know he was my new dealer. “Guys, Kouga's here so I'm going to go with him. Take my money home, `Kay? And if you see Souta's ass tell him he's in shit if he's been drinking.”

 

They thought Kouga was my boyfriend; I had kept the extra 11,000 that Inu-Yasha had given me and I was off to the back, where he stepped out side. I opened the big door and let it swing shut, I hear Inu-Yasha questioning about him, and my friends blew it off as `Young Love.'

 

The only love I had was for my drugs and maybe Souta, but that's were it cut. As I said before my friends were just friends… with the occasional benefit. “What do you have for me today?” I asked greedily. He put on his causal how much can I squander out of her face and asked me, “Well how much you have?”

 

I looked up at him, “500 yen is all I can spend, which is all I have on me.” Kouga sighed, and I shrugged my shoulder. “The feds are coming in two weeks and I have to be clean. So does Souta.” I mumbled under my breath. Kouga took out one bottle of yellow flat pills, it was the latest buzz. It was called `Special Ed' for the bright yellow color. It was good, and the bottle seemed to have a good hundred of them. I nodded, he gave me the bottle and I his money. I opened it and shoved one in my mouth, one wouldn't do anything but it would help get me though this night.

Kouga pinned me up against the wall, cupping my breast. He moved my thong aside in the front, and put on a rubber, I never trusted those things, I was always on the pill. He slid it into me, and I shuddered I really didn't want this right now. I shook my head of his mind, and of the sliver haired god with the puppy ears, it made it all enjoyable.

 

Kouga traced his hand over my body, “You ain't got anymore money.” I shook my head no, “I had already asked Sango to go and pay the bill for Souta's school. She's getting food with the rest.” He seemed a little pissed at that, but then he was always pissed off at me. I wouldn't doubt that he was on SE or `Special Ed' all the time.

 

He grabbed my wrist and painfully pinned it to the building, he pushed in further and squeezed my breast painfully too. I was hurting and when he quickly pulled out and pushed in hard, I let out a little scream of pain to him it must have sounded like pleasure because he did it harder. I was grunting at the pain I felt, he moved his hand from my breast and put it on the wall as a support or something.

 

That's when I heard the door click, Kouga quickly pulled him self out of me, slapped me hard in the face and took off. He most likely only didn't do more for there standing at the door was Inu-Yasha. He ran a little off after Kouga, and I slid down to the ground. I popped another pill into my mouth, and started to cry. I wondered sometimes why I just didn't overdose, but I couldn't leave Souta like that.

 

I sighed as I remember one of his little friends; Shippo had been spending time with them. He was being abused at home, so the girls let him stay and like Souta, paid for his own school… mostly .I took care of both of them, if I left them I'd be no better than mom, but that was okay I could do this.

 

I could handle practically getting raped by Kouga every now and then, for them to see them happy and smiling. I might not be but I was already screwed enough, there was no saving me. Until Souta hit eight-teen I couldn't go though the big brown doors to church for help, I couldn't go to the rehab clinic in town. Though Sister Helen was helping me with that, I'd just have to break away from Kouga, as that could happen. I would have to move… and not even then. Get someone to turn him in, for dug dealing.

 

“That is a good type of boyfriend, beats and hurts you.” I smirked my mascara had mostly running I had started crying sometime during the rape, I didn't remember when. Maybe the SE was working already, “He isn't my boyfriend…” His confused look was giving off that total `But you friends said. “He's my drug dealer, I love SE. It's the best.”

 

Inu-Yasha knelt down and wiped on runny mascara eye, “You shouldn't do that, it'll ruin that pretty body of yours.” I knew he was right, but I had to … only for four more years. “I have too, until my brother is old enough. That way he won't be torn from me.”

 

Inu-Yasha looked sadly down at her, “I could house you and your brother.” I sniffled, “The only way I'd come is if you would let Shippo Sango and Ayame too.” Inu-Yasha's eye rose, “Shippo? Another `boyfriend' of yours?” I gave him a harsh look, “No he is another little man I take care off, he is 15. A year older than my brother.”

 

He looked down at her, “I wish I could fix this wounded night for you.” I looked up at him, it was a poem I had liked, I had stolen the book for Souta, I even memorized it. “But this wounded night, is not for you to fix, for this one night isn't nothing next to my wounded life.” She finished the poem.

 

“I'll do it.” I looked confused at him, “Get your friends, you are living with me. He took my bottle of SE that had been resting on my hip, and handed me 500 yen, as though it was nothing. “And no more of this for you.” I smiled and stood up I wondered if it was for real. “Alright, but let me tell you…Souta comes home with Shippo drunk every other night, Sango Ayame and I might get a little heated and might still `work'.” He shook a no. “I'm you provider now, no work for women they should be lavished.”

 

As we walked down the street to his car, I realized the poem was wrong, wounded nights; even lives can be fixed with time.

 

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Wounded Nights-

-By Mahwah, Xia-chan. © TM Xia-chan/ Amber ------

 

Walking soundless-y

In a frozen patch of night

Cigarette in hand

Pills at my side

These my weapons of the night

 

Work has finished

Coming home feeling empty

Though I've been stuffed many times

Hoping to see some light somewhere along the way

 

Hopes and Dreams crushed once again

It's alright, they were never very high

Looking over my son

Watching him breath, silently

 

Every night coming for him

Every thing for him

He needs to be happy

It would be un-fair

Some one in this family

Deservers a fairy tail ending

He's the best candidate

I've seen yet

 

Coming Home the next day

That light came today

In the from of some greed hungry man

He took one looked at me and what was in my hands,

Asked how much I got for the drugs,

Replying the price

He took them from me

 

Paying for them

Saying

They would ruin your pretty face

You have a long run in the race

 

We met again and again

Till one night he took my hand

I wish I could fix

This wounded night

For you

I turned on him

Replying simply

 

This wounded night

Is not for you to fix

For this is nothing

Compared to my wounded life

 

Walking soundless-y

In a frozen patch of night

Cigarette in hand

Pills at my side

These my weapons of the night

 

By myself tonight

And that's alright

For I am wounded

In the wounded night

Of my wounded life

 

No time

No love

Or help

Could ever fix me

From walking in this wounded night.

 

 

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One shot, I wrote them poem, ask before you can use it! Also I want credit (But that is if anyone wants to use it.)