Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Misery ❯ He's Telling The Truth ( Chapter 3 )

“You motherfucker don't you ever call her that again!” says the tiny one, leaning in to wail on RT. And without even think I blurt out, “No!” I sink back shock with myself but continue anyways. “He's telling the truth. I am his ho. I was here, where I shouldn't have been, instead of out working the streets. I'm sorry,” I say this with tears in my eyes, I hate admitting what I am. “We should go. I'm sorry to cause you trouble,” you say to the now very shocked boy's, who's mouths are agape, never meeting their eyes. “That's right bitch, you…” he stops mid sentence on account of the tiny boy's fits colliding with his face. You scream. `What the hell is he doing?' “We are not going to stand by and let you be treated like this. No woman, or anyone for that matter, deserves to be treated this way.” The tiny boy says while continuing to beat the piss out of RT. “Frank is right,” says the taller boy. The boy I now know to be Frank stops hitting RT for a moment to look at you, “You are staying here and you,” he says looking back at the blood thing that once was RT. “ You are leaving and are to never bother her again.” And with that I run over to Frank, tears mixed with black and red make-up stain my face, and hug him for all I am worth. Only to have RT grab me be the hair, ripping me away from frank, and pull me to him, where he slapped me across the face. Sending me to the floor, then before I had time to react frank jumped on RT and started to beat him harder than he had before. “Gerard! Take her to the van! Get her out of here!” screamed the very angry Frank. The tall boy, that I assume is Gerard, motions for me to stand. But I can't, I'm in shock, I cannot believe what's going on. So Gerard, seeing that I can't stand picks me up and starts to run away from the brawling boys, to the van park outside. We were met by 3 very shocked guys. I was still crying hysterically and could tell there were bruises forming all over my body. Gerard set me on the seat in the van, but I wouldn't let go of his neck. So he just stayed there and comforted me as I cried. And when I finally regain my voice, I whisper so softly its barely audible, “Thank you” over and over again. All the while Gerard is shushing me telling me I'm okay, and continued to hug me tight. Then I heard someone running up and saying, “Where is she? Is she okay?” I guessed it was Frank. And when I looked up, my gaze was met by the most beautiful pair of green-hazel eyes I have ever seen. I instantly let go of Gerard and ran over to Frank, jumping on him, and kissing all over his face, crying, and saying thank you. And Frank just hugged me, trying to calm me down be saying, “Shhhhh” continuously. After a few more moments of this, boy rather tall boy with a reddish brown afro thing going on said, “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is happening?” Gerard stood up and walked over to them to tell them what has happened, while Frank stayed with me. “So are you…if you don't mind me asking…are you really…a um a…prosti…lady of the night?” he asks while staring at his feet. “Yes, yes I am,” I said with sadness and shame in my voice and in my eyes as I looked at him. He quickly looked up and into my eyes and asked, “Why?” So I told him my story, tears slowly starting to roll down my face again. It hurts so much to remember it; to prove that's it truly is my life. “You know, I should go you don't need this stuff in your life,” I say as I turn to leave, but Frank grabs my arm and pulls me into the best and most meaningful hug I have ever had. And for the first time in 5 years I felt safe and cared for. `Why is he making me feel like this? I just met him for Goddess sake.' I didn't know but I did know that I never want to let go. “I am not letting you go back to that.” He said sternly, kissing my cheek and whispering sweet calming things in my ear. But all of the sudden I remembered. “No! Arwan Amore! I have to go; he'll take this out on her! I won't let him, I have to go to her!” I scream trying to run to my car, but Frank won't let go. So I grab his hand and run faster than most people can, even though I'm in 5” heels. “How can you run so fast?” Frank asks. “I'm a ho, remember?” and I laugh a bit at my little joke but continue to run. When you get to your car you Frank asks, “What the fuck is going on?” I tell him about your best friend Arwan Amore, and when you finish, Frank snatches the keys from you, “Give me directions to her house and you call her.” I give him the directions and he speeds of down the road to her apartment. Then I got my phone out and called her, but no one answers. I am very scared now, and I start to think about what he could have or be doing to her right now.