Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 13

 I was crazy for Luke.

Over the month I'd been living with him, I'd started to notice that. Our kiss had left my head spinning- but I was too shy to try it again. Plus, I felt horribly guilty when he introduced me to Gina, his girlfriend. She was ever so sweet though. He introduced me to his mum too. And his fifteen year old sister, Jaya. Jaya was very cool- she was the kind of girl who dyed her hair crazy colours and danced round her room singing All Time Low into a hairbrush. I sang with her as well, until we both collapsed on the floor laughing.

"You've a nice voice, Jonah, you know that?" Luke said, grinning in the doorway.

"Thanks," I blushed.

"I think we're gonna head off," He said. "C'mon. We'll go shopping before we go home. We're out of eggs."

"Kay," I smiled. I gave Jaya a hug then followed Luke out of the house.

We walked down the road to supermarket and did our shopping. When we got back to the flat, Luke looked at the calender. "Bugger," He said. "Rent's due this weekend."

"See? I feel awful not being able to pay my way," I said, sitting at the table.

"Well, don't," Luke tutted. "You're no bother."

"I know, but I feel like a burden," I sighed, but I knew there was no point arguing.

I went out later on at night. I didn't tell Luke where I was going, just that I'd be back in a couple of hours. I knew what I had to do.

I went down to the seediest looking gay bar I could find and hung out in the alleyway behind it. I waited until the right kind of guy pulled up at the end of the alley in his car. I shuddered when he did- he reminded me of Blain and Davey and all the others. Still, I walked over to him. He rolled the window down and smiled at me. "Hey there, hot stuff, looking for a good time?" I whispered seductively. Did that sound right, or just stupid? I wasn't used to doing this on the streets.

"Depends how much you're charging," He said, winking at me.

"For you? I'll knock it down a bit. A hundred?" I suggested. He didn't say anything, just opened the passanger car door and motioned for me to get in.

He drove the car to an empty car park on a council estate miles away. "So, sexy, what's your name?" He asked me, putting his hand on my upper thigh.

"Zak Sudden," I said, out of instinct more than anything. "Yours?"

"Kane," He replied. "Or Sir to you."

"Yes, sir," I winked. He climbed into the back of the car and I followed him. He lay me down on the seat and started to take my clothes off. He bent his head down and kissed me. I tried putting my arms around his neck but he yanked them away roughly and placed them back at my sides. Great. He was one of those 'move and I'll kick the crap out you' guys.

I hated those.

When we were done with... you know... I tried to get my boxers back on. But the guy - Kane - stopped me. "Er... how's about we play a little game first?" He pressed the lock button on the car keys so I'd have no choice.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Just a guessing game," He said. He grabbed a rag from his jeans pocket and placed it over my eyes, tying it behind my head. Shit. I hated the dark. "Just... guess what it is."

"What if I get it right?" I said, quietly.

"You win back one item of clothing at a time," He said, fumbling about in his pockets again.

"And if I get it wrong?"

"We keep going until you guess," The smile in his voice was obvious. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," I whispered, glad the cloth was covering my eyes and he couldn't see the tears. Something smooth and hard ran up the side of my bare body. I swallowed, then thought for a minute.

"Oh hang on, I know," I said. "Your fingernails?"

"Clever boy," He said. "What d'you want back?"

"My underpants," I said, immediately. He tutted.

"Oh, you're no fun," He said, but he put my boxers in my hand and I scrabbled blindly to get them back on. The next thing I felt was cold, metal, and slightly sharp. I swallowed again.

"Is it a knife?" I said, hoaresly. He laughed.

"Wrong," He pressed down harder. The top was a flat, rectanglar shape. Something occured to me suddenly.

"A screwdriver?"

"Well done, Zak. Jeans next?" He said. I nodded wordlessly and he handed me my black skinny jeans.

"Ooh, only the sweater left. Hmm... I'll have to make this a good one..." I heard him pick my jumper up an give a low whistle. "You dress well for a whore, I'll give you that." He said. Blain had called me much worse than a whore in the past, but for some reason, the word stung. Maybe because I didn't do that anymore- though I obviously did. I heard him searching about for something, then a weird clicking sound, then a quiet wooshing. Something burned my chest suddenly. I squirmed away, yelling. He punched me in the mouth.

"Stupid bitch, shut the fuck up!" He snarled.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I... I dunno what it is."

"Oh? Here, let me remind you," He burned me again, on my elbow this time. 


"Not quite. Guess again," He said, putting whatever it was to the side of my face.

"Lighter?" I said, desperately.

"Well done," He shoved my blue sweater over my head, ripped the blindfold off and threw me out of the car.  

It was eleven o'clock when I got back. Luke was still up. I smiled at him, though I wanted to cry. "Hiya,"

"Hi," He said. Then he wrinkled his nose. "Your lips bleeding, your cheek looks burned and your hair's a mess. Have you been getting in a fight?"

"No," I said. I shoved my hand in my pocket. "Here. This should cover my half of the rent as well as all the other stuff I've used." I tried to hand him the hundred quid. He wouldn't take it. He looked at me suspiciously.

"Jonah, how did you get this?" He said.

"It doesn't matter how I got it. I don't feel like a wanker mooching off you now," I tried to smile but I couldn't manage it. He shook his head.

"I don't want you selling yourself anymore, Jo-Jo, it's not good for you," He said. Damn it, he really was too sharp.

"Look, I wanna pay you," I said, for the umpteenth time. "I need money and I have no other way of getting it."

"I don't want you to pay me," He sighed. "Jonah, you're just a kid, you don't have to pay your way..."

"Yes, but I want to," I said, frustrated. I maybe said it a bit louder than intended. "D'you know what I went through to get this? Just take it, Luke, and shut up about it."

"What, so your happy selling yourself to men you don't know to give me money I don't want or need?" He shot back.

"Happy?" I repeated. "Luke, the sadistic physco slashed my arm with a screwdriver and burned my chest, arm and face with a fucking cigarette lighter. You seriously think I'm happy doing that?"

"No, of course not," He shook his head. "So why d'you do it?"

"Because I'm not good for anything else," I yelled.

"Yes you are, Jo-Jo!" He shouted back. "You're funny and you're intelligent and you're a good-looking guy. You aren't worthless, and don't you dare go telling yourself that you are!"



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